A Gift From Irene - Chapter 1
Pairing: Sherlock/Moriarty (Sheriarty)
Word count: 791
Warnings: no warnings??
Summary: Irene knows about Jim’s (denied) feelings for Sherlock. She enjoys sharing information and teasing the poor criminal.
It’s December, Irene has a gift for Jim, and she wants to deliver it personally.
(Sorta AU featuring Jim & Irene’s sorta friendship)
It was a cold morning in London. The ever elusive James Moriarty was hiding out in one of his many lofts around the world. He had been sharing a conversation between texts with Irene Adler, the woman. The woman who could so easily distract Sherlock Holmes with her wiles. Not that Jim actually cares.
In fact, that was the current topic of their conversation. Sherlock Holmes.
I loathe him -JM
No, you don’t ♡IA
He’s ordinary with his lapdog, what was his name again? -JM
You mean John? He’s nice ♡IA
I hate him, too. Just as I despise my nemesis -JM
Yes, yes, despise him. How does his coat smell, hm? Have you tried relieving some of your.. tension? Take care of yourself while wrapped up? ♡IA
That got her no reply.
What does he always say? That he’s married to his work. Oh, Jim he is certainly married to you.. That is, you are his main cause of work. ;) ♡IA
You do know he likes you.. Not me. -JM
Don’t be absurd. He couldn’t possibly be able to see me at all with you always in his sights ♡IA
I mean, I know you aren’t stupid Jim. Are you perhaps blind? ♡IA
Jim twitched slightly at her comment. Irene Adler, closest thing James Moriarty could ever have to a ‘friend’. Sure, she played him for her own personal gain, but when she put together her own ideas on how he felt towards the consulting detective things got tricky. Normally someone so brazen would have been taken care of right away.. But in this case, perhaps he didn’t mind her irritating commentary.
Soon Jim was recieving secret photos of Holmes. Personal images he knew Irene was obtaining from press leaks and through her own unique ways. It was relaxing to see stills of the detective. His curls, his face, and the determined look in those icy eyes; thinking about it made Jim’s chest flutter oddly.
No, he certainly wasn’t feeling anything towards the detective other than hatred and mild curiousity. Of course, this made Moriarty contemplate more:
Why did he pay for Irene to bring him Sherlock’s coat? Was it normal to wear and smell it? Was that normal for a nemesis? Just like all the times he laid in Sherlock’s bed… Oh, he was getting flustered. Heart beginning to race.
Stop thinking about him, James. ♡IA
I certainly wasn’t thinking about ‘him’. -JM
He almost facepalmed at his weak excuse of a reply. She’s making him flustered and winning this conversation. He grimaced horribly, someone so ordinary, winning…
You make me laugh. ♡IA
Jim was about done replying now. Irritated and a tad bit flustered he decided to ignore Irene.
Jim, I know you like him. Maybe even love him. ♡IA
I will skin you, Irene, do not forget my offer to create new stilettos -JM
Aw, stilettos for me? You’re too kind. ♡IA
Jim rolled his eyes. She was probably giggling at him and getting off with her damn power complex.
Why are you bothering me? Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend.. -JM
Jealous, are we? ♡IA
Not even a second passed before his screen lit up again. Curious, he chanced a glance at it.
I have a present for you ♡IA
When have we ever given Christmas presents? -JM
Since now. Think of it as a thank you.. For all of your help ♡IA
It has to do with ‘him’ ♡IA
Jim’s mouth went dry and he deleted what he had began typing out.
Why are you doing this? What’s your game? -JM
I like seeing you pleased, Jim. ♡IA
Moriarty raised a brow at this text. She must be trying to obtain more power for herself.
I’ll send someone to get it -JM
Oh, trust me.. You don’t want anyone touching it except yourself, dear. Meet me in our usual spot, I’ll deliver it by hand. ♡IA
Jim was certainly curious. They only had met in person a few times. The last time was for the coat. Yes, Sherlock’s coat hand delivered to him.
Perhaps this time was a scarf? Oh, suddenly he felt giddy. Something so close to Sherlock. So, very.. Close. Jim smiled in delight, god yes.
Fine. The usual spot. If you try anything… -JM
I know. I know. Skinned. Can’t you just say thank you? ♡IA
Moriarty stood from his chair. He pulled the oversized coat close taking in a deep whiff before shrugging it off. His eyes closed as he let out a sigh. Running his fingers over the stitches he frowned.
Placing the coat down he left his apartment to meet Irene.
His last thought as he left:
How could someone like him ever love someone like me?