Moriarty
"Do you ever have flashbacks?" Sherlock asked suddenly, his face sinking into his pillow.

Jim turned to look at him quizzically. "What do you mean?"

He knew exactly what he meant.

"I mean," Holmes began, "do you ever remember before we met?"

Moriarty thought for a while. Of course he did. Of course he remembered taking the lives of innocent people. How could he forget?

The men, who were both fully dressed, now led facing each other on their bed. Jim thought through his response for what felt like hours until he finally settled on silence.

"What's the date today?" Jim asked.

"November 5th." Sherlock said, checking his phone, "Why?"

"Time?"

"Twenty to six."

Jim pushed himself off the bed and dragged Sherlock up with him. He began directing the detective towards the door.

"Come on." Jim said, passing him his coat.

"Where are we going?"

"Out."

~

Once the men had reached the park, Sherlock began asking his questions.

"What are we doing here?"

"Oh. Lestrade asked us to do a... Thing. There's a murderer running riot or something." Jim lied.

Sherlock looked around the park sceptically. There seemed to be a fairground. The rides were populated with hundreds of people of all ages. The speakers were reciting a playlist of songs neither of the men had heard of before. The music flowed out of the speakers and into the ground, which was jumping in time to the song. There was a large group of men in the far corner of the park. They had boxes full of what, from a distance, looked like bombs. As they got closer, Sherlock noticed that they were fireworks.

Jim looked up at Holmes, willing him to believe him. Take the bait, he thought to himself. Take the bait.

Eventually Sherlock gave in. Jim let out a slight sigh of relief. How long could they chase an invisible criminal for?

After a while of looking, Sherlock pulled Jim into the line for the Ferris wheel.
"What are you doing?" Jim asked, ironing out his suit with his hands.

Sherlock smirked, "We need to get to higher ground. Might help us find the 'murderer'."

Moriarty crossed his arms and looked down at the floor. His stomach was turning whilst his head was filled with a thousand thoughts, none of which made any sense.

"You're scared of heights." Sherlock deducted.

"No, I'm not." Jim argued unconvincingly, kicking the ground with his foot.

Holmes sighed and lifted his husband's head with his thumb. Jim reluctantly looked into Sherlock's eyes. They were a beautiful shade of green - no blue. Brown? He couldn't tell.

"It's okay to be scared of things, Jim." Sherlock whispered so only Jim could hear, "I'll look after you."

As the men stumbled into the seats, Jim grabbed Sherlock's hand tightly. It was as if he was clinging on for dear life.

"So, what happened to 'fallings just like flying'?" The detective asked as the ride jolted into action.

Jim sighed before finally saying, "You fell."

~

The top of the Ferris wheel allowed the men to get a better look around. Well, Sherlock was looking around. Jim was staring at their intertwined hands wishing for it to be over.

"Jim?" Holmes asked, managing to make Jim look at him.

"Mmm..." Jim replied refusing to speak. He didn't trust himself not to be sick.

"How did you know there would be a fair would be here?"

Jim sighed slightly. Of course Sherlock knew there was no murderer. Dammit, of course he did.

"Haven't you ever heard 'Remember, remember the 5th of November'?"

"Hmmm... Must have deleted it."

Jim laughed a little too loudly, "Isn't that ironic."

Sherlock winked at Jim and laughed too.

Soon the men were giggling like school girls at the top of a Ferris wheel.

~

Once they had got off the ride, they made their way toward the next attraction. Jim was lost in his thoughts as they walked hand in hand towards the bumper cars.

Just tell him. Go on.

Jim tried desperately to ignore the thoughts but they kept coming back stronger.

Tell him!

The man scratched his head awkwardly. The voices were so loud he would be surprised if Sherlock couldn't hear them.

Do it.

Moriarty sighed as he gave in. He stopped in his tracks and turned to face Sherlock, grabbing his coat collar in the process.

"What- What are you doing?" Sherlock asked laughing nervously.

"I... I-" Jim stuttered.

JUST TELL HIM.

"Jim, what's wrong?"

You'll regret it if you don't.

"Jim? What is it?"

Jim swallowed hard before finally saying, "I love you."

The words felt familiar in his mouth. It was as if they rolled off his tongue.

"Jim..." Sherlock sighed.

"No. No, I know. I know I said we should settle on being 'just friends' until I get my memory back and I know you said that you'd settle with 'liking me' but I know all I need to know about you right now. I know that I love you, Sherlock. That's all I need to know. That's all I need to say."

Sherlock smiled at his husbands cheesiness and bent down to kiss him, shutting him up completely.

~

"Wait here," Jim said suddenly, "I'm going to go and get a drink. Do you want anything?"

The pair were waiting in a crowd of people for the firework display to begin. They had managed to squeeze their way to the front. As close to the front they could get, anyway. There were no safety barriers.

"No thanks." Sherlock replied as Jim began his journey.

As Jim manoeuvred his way through the crowd, he couldn't wipe the smile of his face. Finally, he thought, finally something good is happening.

Moriarty had to struggle to be heard over the music. Once he'd bought his drink, he began to make his way back to Sherlock.

Just then, the first firework was set off. Something was wrong. It didn't explode.

Jim rushed back to his place to see what was going on but he couldn't find Sherlock anywhere. He felt a wave of panic rush through his veins. He wouldn't... Would he?

Suddenly, he noticed a familiar black coat in the corner of his eye. He breathed a sigh of relief and began walking toward the figure.

Jim tapped the man on his shoulder making him turn around.

"Can I help you?"

Moriarty stared at the man, the panic coming back to him. That wasn't Sherlock.

Where was Sherlock?

Jim scanned the area frantically. Sherlock was no where to be found.

The man finally decided that he'd probably just gone to the toilet and returned to where he was originally stood.

Then he saw another familiar coat in front of him. This time it was definitely Sherlock. Jim was about to call out to him until he saw what he was going to do. His jaw dropped as Sherlock knelt beside the firework.

"Sherlock!" Jim cried, dropping his drink and running towards his husband.

Just as Sherlock turned his head, the firework exploded sending him flying backwards. The crowd were speechless except from the odd scream from a child.

Jim could hear his heart in his ears as he reached Sherlock's unconscious body. He was still breathing.

Moriarty cradled Holmes in his arms desperately trying to wake him up. He was slowly beginning to regain consciousness as Jim dialled the ambulance.

The crowd just stood and watched as the men's lives fell to pieces once more.

A/N

Hey guys. So the idea was that I'd upload this chapter on the 5th of November but it's now 12:11am so I guess it's the 6th.

The thought was there.

-A