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lucetilogs2012-08-10 01:50 am
notquiteheartless) wrote in lucetilogs2012-08-10 01:50 am
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Who: Sherlock Holmes and Jim Moriarty
What: The Final Problem
When: August 10th, 9:00 PM
Where: Community House 2, Room 21
Summary:
Rating: PG-13
This time, when Moriarty comes, it is under invitation from Sherlock Holmes.
The flat is done up so closely to Baker Street that one might, for a moment, think that Luceti was but a dream. But, no, it's quite real.
Sherlock stands at the window, watching the man approach from outside and turning only halfway when he hears the door open.
"Thank you," the politeness seems almost genuine, "for coming."
What: The Final Problem
When: August 10th, 9:00 PM
Where: Community House 2, Room 21
Summary:
Rating: PG-13
This time, when Moriarty comes, it is under invitation from Sherlock Holmes.
The flat is done up so closely to Baker Street that one might, for a moment, think that Luceti was but a dream. But, no, it's quite real.
Sherlock stands at the window, watching the man approach from outside and turning only halfway when he hears the door open.
"Thank you," the politeness seems almost genuine, "for coming."
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He could accomplish things in a week, he knew, that John couldn't have managed in a month. And John, at least, was fairly capable. Compared to someone truly average? A week for him or for James Moriarty was like a year.
Without another word, he puts the dogtags in his pocket, as if to say, Well, if you don't want them...
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"What would you do without me?"
And vice versa. James wasn't tired...just fed up. This game might be worth it after all. But he had no evidence of how good his odds were. If he chose wrong, would he die? Would he come back? Or be gone forever?
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It's not even a challenge. In a way, it's a confession. He doesn't know. He can't imagine not having Moriarty, not having that fight and that challenge. Not spending his nights looking at every little thing and wondering where it fell in the grand scheme. Not going over journals or newspapers. Or whatever he had to look through to find out what Moriarty's next move was. His life would be strangely quiet.
Quieter still when John isn't here.
Which puts the fire in Sherlock's pale eyes. The reckless, careless fire. That puts the thought in his head. That makes him smile just a little.
I have nothing left to lose.