Want to bet on it? (John/Moriarty)

"He's not usually like that," he protested, wondering how Jim could be so calm about the whole thing, Sherlock had pretty much announced the world they were sleeping together, but Jim didn't seem to care. Did he trust him so much? Even after all this time? He followed his advice though and decided not to talk about Sherlock at all.

He was about to reply to the suggestion of a second date when Jim pressed his lips against his once again. He smiled in the kiss, returning it a bit more softly. "Mm... I could get used to this..." he whispered, arms wrapped loosely around the other man's waist. "I want many dates with you..."

Jim nodded just to agree with the fact he knew Sherlock wasn't usually like that. Nonetheless he didn't like the fact they casually had sex together. But he'd get Sherlock, heck he would kill that man with his bare hands, making it look like an accident so to have John.

"Me too." He said, placing smaller kisses on the other's lips and cheek. "I think I couldn't afford letting you walk away one more time." He sort of joked, even though it was the truth.

John looked at him, his fingers caressing the other's cheek. "I hope I am never going to be so stupid again..." he whispered, and kissed his lips slowly, this time more romantic, more about the feelings that had stayed buried inside him for years.

"But it is going too fast..." he muttered, unwillingly pulling away from him. "I should go home... and so should you... work tomorrow," he said with a grin. "And possibly another date soon?" he suggested, offering his hand so they could walk together to the nearest station.


(( Gotta go to bed >< ))

Jim once more returned the favour by kissing him back with equally passion. He whimpered a bit when John pulled away. He didn't want to go home. At least not alone. But he didn't had a choice, so he sighed and smiled. "Very soon, I hope." He said as he grabbed John's hand and walked along.

((Same. Nighttty!))

((Should we close that scene there? I think after dropping Jim at the station John would feel guilty and go look for Sherlock << what do you think? Would Sherlock still be around? ))

((I was thinking about closing the scene here as well. It was a good one. And I think Sherlock would in fact still be around. He would be too proud to let this get to him. He of course would take his revenge once he thinks is the best moment to do so, when it hurts the other more then it hurt him. So yea.. I think that's how Sherlock would react. Though, if you think he should do different, please say so. ))

(( Do you think he would realize he was an ass to John? or not? Because I would think he'd realize he hurt him at least, as much as he might think he was right about saying those things... and also about what happened, he might have quite a few doubts about Jim's sanity, another reason to keep John from him... I would think there are only two options for him at the moment, he either claims John for himself and tells him about Jim being the one who beat him up and tried to choke him, so that John will stay away from him, which could be a good reason to start the Great Game, because that way Jim would have to kidnap John to be able to talk to him... the other option is that Sherlock clams up, decides not to interfere, but starts stalking John and Jim, making sure Jim doesn't go crazy and kills him and also plans somehow a revenge on Jim... So the thing is whether you prefer Jim or Sherlock to go insane XDDD I am okay for doing this a bit more action oriented, even though their motives are romantic ^^ we can always do another RP if we feel the need for more romance XDD))

((I deff thing he would realize he was an ass. Of course he would not directly say it, but he will address it at some point. And I think in this case, Sherlock will be telling John what happened. Think it's better then just Sherlock stalking both of them. SO the great game scene (or something likewise) it will be! Anddd, yes. We can always add romance somewhere, or start something new as well ))

(( Very well~~~ How about we have John coming back to find Sherlock being sick at the side of the road, and of course he is worried, and he brings him home and while he patches him up they talk about everything? and be emotional? And maybe Sherlock kisses him? Depending on how things go I guess... John will probably call Jim then, to ask why he did that? And to tell him he couldn't be with him after that... or something of the sort... John is in love with Jim, but he also likes Sherlock and he has a strong sense of morals... as for the great game thingy, he could kidnap John because John doesn't answer the phone, and he can menace him he'll kill Sherlock if he doesn't run away with him, or have sex with him O.O which of course would end up being romantic anyway, because they do love each other >> or I dunno, we can do all kinds of evil things ^^ also RBF if we need to get rid of Sherlock XDD ))

((Sometimes I wonder where I get those odd ideas >> ))

((Is it a holiday in your country as well today?))

((Something new <3 ))

(Okay. Let me order things out just so I don't mix up answers.
Sherlock and John: Yea either that, or Sherlock already could be stumbling on the sidewalk just outside 221B since John was off to a station, probably taking the tube so not crossing Sherlock. And yes, then the telling him what happened can come and we'll see where it goes from there with those two.

Moriarty: I was thinking something like that as well. He would kidnap John because of the lack of answer and than. Though, is Sherlock involved in the game then as well? Should he be there so "save" John? Or should he be late and John and Jim already took off to god knows where? I think that might be the best, though once again we'll need to wait and see what happens between these two as well. Jim of course would not take No for an answer so if Sherlock interferes, he has no choice but let Reichenbach happen. (and the way you said that "get rid of Sherlock" Daahh[Only admins are allowed to see this link] Poor baby!) haha.

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No, it's not a holiday here. We had one on the first of May. ^^
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And, something new! I love new things! How about something different now. instead of Jim always chasing after people, trying to convince them of their love, now the opposite?

((Sorry sometimes I ramble on and on XDD I just enjoy planning, even though it might just go completely differently at the end XDD ))

(( I can see John feeling very guilty about the punch and looking for him though >> he is just that kind of chap >> but, Sherlock could be on the way home already, so John doesn't find him and meets him in front of Baker Street? And I agree about seeing how it goes, even though I imagine John will want some clear answers >> ))

((As for Jim, I imagine he will have to strap Sherlock with bombs if he wants John to take him seriously and realize he really is the dangerous Moriarty >> they don't have to be in the same room, and Sherlock might not realize what exactly is going on, but John probably will need to see it through video or pictures >> I would think Moriarty at the beginning might want just to own John, so sex first? And then when he realizes John would stay with him if he changed his ways then he might suggest eloping? Or we can only simply see how it goes, I am rather sure it's going to be full of sparks XD literally? XDD As for getting rid of Sherlock << I meant it in a good way << Johnlock is dangerous after all XDD it's difficult not to give in to it! But we made a huge plot to justify John and Jim loving each other, so Johnlock is the enemy XDD ))

((Something new, I love new things myself!! What with being restless and all >> oh oh Jim getting chased sounds VERY nice... but how do we justify that? I imagine it would be Sherlock chasing him, what do you think? It should be a bit of a dark Sherlock... maybe Sherlock destroying Jim's organization after RBF and then kidnapping Jim and doing all kinds of bad things to him? and then it turns out he is actually obsessed by him? Or should it be something more romantic, like before the great game where Sherlock gets obsessed about Jim because he is the only person as smart as him so he arranges things to meet up, making it look like a case, but actually he just wants to see him and when he does see him he's like so turned on he jumps him? XDD Or should it be an AU, something completely different? Like an amnesia fic! Oh god, like Jim losing his memories after shooting himself at RBF and Sherlock going in hiding and taking care of him so to revenge once he is well (long-winded cold revenge), but then falling in love with him? Jim might hide the fact he remembers at some point because he wants to keep Sherlock close... God, and I thought I had no ideas about that! I am open to suggestions though, those were all random))

(( Haha. That's okay. I usually get my ideas along the way. Like: oh this and oooh this fits in and this as well. And sometimes I'm like "HEY SUDDEN CHANGE OF EVENTS" haha. Anywayyy.

- John will get clear answer, I'm sure.

- I like the idea with video and photos of Sherlock after sex. Haha. I WILL SINK THIS JOHNLOCK SHIP!

- We don't need to follow the episodes so it could be a bit of both. Like; Sherlock taking down Jim's organisation and ends up getting to him and doing bad things to him, while though he already was obsessed with the man and we can do it AU so we're not restricted in actually doing something like RBF or TGG, we can just make up our own things. Jim could be a bit darker here as well. Not so in to romance, perhaps maybe being a virgin? He could be more of a "I want to rule this world ALONE" person who just wants power and nothing else. Until Sherlock comes along and is actually powering over him and alllll the rest is still unwritten. XD We could perhaps continue this in chat? So that way we could start up this RP again. Or in PM s if you're not able to get on chat. ))

((Yes yes, I will get into the chat now~~ ))

John's mind became suddenly clearer when Jim disappeared into the tube, his thoughts going back to Sherlock falling on the ground after his punch, and something twisted in his guts.
Guilt.
He had punched his best friend and by far the only person who understood him and left him there in the middle of Covent Garden.
God, he was a horrible person!

His feet sped up then, going back to where he had left him, but there was no one there any more.
It made sense. Why would Sherlock hang around? He was probably offended and angry.

Something worried him when he noticed there was blood on the ground.
He hadn't made Sherlock bleed surely?

His heart started beating very fast as he took a cab and addressed the driver towards Baker Street, his eyes fixed on the outside, trying to spot the familiar figure of his best friend.

It was only when he paid the taxi and walked to the front of his door when he saw someone curled up by the steps.

"Sherlock!" he cried, his hands coming out instinctively, cradling the other's body. He hadn't done this!
"What happened? Have you been mugged? Sherlock, are you alright?" he asked worried sick.

Sherlock had stayed on the ground for a few more minutes, trying to deduce the kind of situation he was on:

- Blood dripping down his lip: Split lip.

Then he tried to open his mouth but couldn't get further then half way.

- Swollen and bruised cheeks, slightly cut on the left side from hitting the pavement, still able to open and close mouth: No fractures cheekbone.

For a moment another person stopped by, asking if he needed any help. He declined in the most arrogant way. He was in the middle of a thinking process, how dare they disturb?

Next he tried to sit up straight. He yelped out in pain as he moved. Sherlock thought back. First John's hit, then Jim's and then.. Of course, the kick in his side.

- Shooting pain in rib area, blocking off other movements: definitively one or more fractured ribs.

His hand moved over the back of his head, a slight bump was detectable, even a little blood. Only one way to find out whether or not he might have a concussion. Sherlock forced himself on to his feet in a fast, smooth motion. The pain in his left ribs almost to much to take. The other second he found himself getting dizzy and throwing up in the nearest bin.

- Getting dizzy and sick after fast movements: Concussion.

At last he let his tall fingers run over the spot where Jim's hand had cut off his air supply. Even though he wasn't able to feel anything there, he was most certain strangle spots would be visible.

Once he managed to stabilize himself a bit more, he tried to stop a taxi. His one arm wrapped around his own middle desperately trying to support his ribs. Though, his actions without any success, not a single taxi was stopping. Luckily the tube station was just across the street. Sherlock stumbled over to the entrance, flinching at every step he took.

People were giving him strange looks but at this moment he couldn't care less. Why did he have to be so possessive? Why didn't he told John the way he had been feeling when they had sex? Perhaps because he didn't knew what the feeling meant. He did now though. Too late. Late, in every sense of the word. John was off, probably already getting fucked by Jim somewhere in some dark allay or dubious apartment. He huffed, only short since he was struck by pain again.

Once he had arrived in Baker Street, he felt he couldn't hold on much longer. He was panting and needed to rest. Sweat dripping from his face, along with still a slightly amount of blood. He could see his front door. It wasn't far anymore. He could do this. He can do - Sherlock collapsed onto the cold concrete once more. Unable to get up on his own. He cursed out loud. He regretted the words he had said, he regretting not being able to control his emotions. He always had been able to control his emotions. Why was it so different this time?

Sherlock felt himself getting weaker. The taste of blood in his mouth, dizziness nearly making him sick again and he felt he could pass out from the pain in his ribs any time now. He closed his eyes.

Suddenly a familiar voice rang through. His eyelids fluttered open a few time. Enough to recognize the face in front of him. That voice... It was John! Thank god, he was here. "John." He mumbled, though he sounded terrible. "Jim." He then said, grabbing John's shoulder, causing him to flinch again.

John's eyes were filled with worry as they moved on Sherlock's battered face, his hands were precise and delicate as they surveyed the other's body, noticing the concussion, the broken ribs, the signs on his neck.
God, it was horrible.
And it was all his fault!

"Jim's home by now, we decided to call it a night," he muttered, not sure why Sherlock had mentioned his ex. He cupped his face, wondering if he should call an ambulance.
Sherlock looked exhausted, but his eyes were responsive, it meant the concussion wasn't that bad.

"Let me get you inside," he whispered with soft affection, moving to the side without the broken ribs and pulling him up. Sherlock was heavy and bigger than him, but he wasn't complaining as he dragged him inside and to the sofa.

Sherlock flinched a few times, Yelping out in pain as he was lifted up. "No. No you don't understand John." He said, just as he wanted to continue John started dragging him inside. Unable to bring out some words, he hopped up the stairs and when he finally fell down on the sofa, he sighed in relief.

"John" He once more murmured, trying to attract John's attention fully. "Jim." He said, clearing his throat before he continues. "He did this to me."

Sherlock figured John would accuse him for being a liar, that he was only saying this because he was jealous and wanted to turn him against his ex boyfriend.

"Before you say how I shouldn't jump to conclusions and accuse him for sending people over to do this to me. I'm not. He did this to me, John. With his own bare hands."

John looked at Sherlock in shock, but somehow, the option of not believing him hadn't even crossed his mind.
He had given his trust to Sherlock that first day they met, and it was something he just couldn't take back. Especially not in a situation like this.

He could see Jim's face in his memory then, he had been sweating, he remembered, but it hadn't been because he ran after him.
Could it be possible?
Jim had always been impulsive... but this?

He ran his hand on Sherlock's neck, seeing the marks.
"Don't... worry about that now... I will deal with him later..." he muttered, and looked into his friend's grey eyes.

"Let's concentrate in getting you patched up, okay? You need to stay awake for that concussion... how about you ramble on a bit?" he said, as he moved to take his medical equipment. "I will give you something for the pain..."

Sherlock felt relieved of John not starting a fight over this. It meant a lot to him knowing his flatmate still trusted him after all he had done.

He didn't felt like staying awake at all. His eyes were heavy and he could barely find the strength to keep them open. "I don't think staying awake will be an option right now." He blurred out, eyes already fallen close. "Don't.. mind the..painkillers." He mumbled.

He never liked painkillers. They only took away things temporary, bringing them back twice as painful once they stop working. Also, he didn't like the idea of tricking his mind into having no pain. He needed his mind. Painkillers weren't an option. He'd cope. He could take this after he had a nap.

"No no, Sherlock, don't you dare pass out!" he snapped, moving over his face and cupping his cheek. "You don't like ambulances either right? Then you have to stay with me... come on," he whispered, moving so close he was breathing on his lips.

"Please Sherlock... stay awake..." he whispered, he knew they would get separated if Sherlock needed to be hospitalized, and he never liked that. He needed to be the one to take care of Sherlock, to check his progresses, especially knowing this was all his fault.

"God... I am so sorry, Sherlock... I am so sorry..." he apologized, his voice thick with feelings he could not express.

Sherlock heard John's words from a distant and knew he had to bring himself back. John was right, he didn't like ambulances. He didn't like putting up with some intrusive doctor. With a huge effort he opened his eyes. "It's okay John." He said, ironic that he was telling that considering his own state.

"I'll try to stay awake." He whispered.

John let out a relieved sigh when Sherlock's eyes opened again, it was rather cruel to keep him awake, but it was necessary. "Talk to me, Sherlock... tell me about something you like... something that doesn't make you sleepy..." he suggested as he started undoing the other's shirt to look at his chest.

He paled when he saw the bruise on his side. A kick, no doubt. He slid his fingertips along the edge of it, worriedly. "You are going to have to stay as still as possible for a few days, Sherlock..." he whispered and looked into his bag.

"I can give you something like caffeine to keep awake, would you like that?" he asked, accepting the other's veto on painkillers. He was fighting the anger that was building up in his chest, Jim was going to hear for this.

Sherlock felt his eyelids flutter again. He had to stay awake and he was really wondering why his body was making such a problem out of it. "I like science." He said, his voice edging raw. "Yes. Science. "It has the ability to make the world make sense, I suppose. That sort of clarity is addicting. It's why people like myself will spend a lifetime chasing it." He had no idea why he was babbling about science now.

"You know lying still is nothing like me." He protested before actually noticing what John was doing. No one other them himself had ever unbuttoned his shirt. His cheeks would have flushed red, of they weren't covered in blood and bruised. "Careful." Sherlock hissed, even John touching the edge of it made him hurt. Perhaps lying still wasn't such a bad option after all.

"Would you mind getting me some coffee?" He asked. Of course John would do that. Sherlock felt a bit guilty, if it weren't for him being such an asshole, they wouldn't be in this situation. Though on the other side, Jim had showed who he really was. How he coped with things. So after all he gained something out of it and his pain was worth it. For now. He needed to convince John about a few things though. His own feelings, for instant.

"Science never ends though... and sometimes you spend your life looking for an answer, and you discover that the question was wrong all along," he muttered and started to clean the wound on Sherlock's chest. "There are more important thing in life, Sherlock..." he whispered, and looked up briefly.

"Just a few days... I will sedate you if you don't, you know I would do it," he said with a grin and nodded. "I will make you coffee in a second... let me finish this bandage..." he muttered, taking out some antiseptic lotion and squeezing some of it on Sherlock's chest.

"It's going to hurt a bit, because it needs to be tight enough so your ribs will stay still..." he said, hands stable as he started rolling a gauze around Sherlock's waist.


((I am making this up completely >> ))

"Don't you dare sedating me!" He growled. He tried to kept as still as possible though he flinched away occasionally.

"Auwhch." "Argh." "Fuck." "Don't." Every time John touched something he yelped out. His body had never felt this sore ever before. "I'll kill that ex of yours with my bare hands." He said in between the hissing.

After the worst part was over Sherlock inhaled deep. Thinking about what John had said earlier. More important things in life?

"I don't consider much important in my life." He said, still thinking. "My work, Science..."

"You." He muttered before he knew he had said so. Though it had been said less loud then the other words.