3. Another World - One Direction

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James walks around Sherlock, smirking as he runs his hand down Sherlock's arm.

"We can do it" James nods to the edge of the hospital roof.

Sherlock turns to face Moriarty, his frown deepening. This certainly wasn't what he saw coming. He'd figured out the spider's whole plan just for him to go and change his mind, change the plan. Well, that what happens when a person is 'so changeable'.

"I don't know.." Sherlock trails off, glancing towards the edge.

While Moriarty's proposal was extremely appealing, Sherlock didn't know if he could do it. He didn't know if he should do it.

James takes hold of Sherlock's arm, tugging him close. "I can tell you want to, come on, give in to your desires. I thought the great Sherlock Holmes, world's only consulting detective, did as he pleased, not caring about others opinions and what was considered acceptable and right?"

Sherlock practically growls at the other man, taking his arm back and stepping away. "I always do what I want when I want, without a care"

"Then fake your death and come with me" James smiles, kind and charming but with a silent threat underneath all the charisma.

Sherlock stands for a moment, debating it. It'd be easy enough, it was already part of the plan for John and everyone else to believe he was dead. It only makes sense that he leaves and starts another life, staying under the radar.

Another world. That was how James had described it to him.

Sherlock's eyes return to the face of the only other human he'd ever felt could truly understand him. Even more then Mycroft ever could, more then his own mother ever could.

"Okay, I have my plan for dealing with John and such. But, how are you going to do it?" Sherlock raises an eyebrow, wanting to see this, wanting to see if Moriarty had been clever about this.

Jim snaps his fingers and two plain looking men carry in a body bag.

Within two minutes Sherlock watches an exact replica of James Moriarty be laid out and made to look like he shot himself.

"DNA?" Sherlock asks.

"Misplaced files" James replies.

"Autopsy?"

"Blackmail and brides" James rolls his eyes before turning to Sherlock.

He slides a card in the curly haired mans trouser pocket, pressing a kiss to his cheek before he whispers "Now, be a good boy and kill yourself"

And with that Jim disappears down the stairs.

Sherlock raises his hand to his cheek, his fingers brushing over the spot where Moriarty had kissed him. The detective then clears his throat and approached the edge of the building, taking out his phone to begin the plan.

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Sherlock approaches the building as the hot sun of Moriarty's private isle beams down on him.

His white shirt is rolled up to his elbows, sunglasses on his face and his suitcase sat behind him. He lowers the sunglasses, looking over the top of them to admire the beauty of the building in front of him.

The exterior was predominantly painted white and beige, a large percentage of the walls being glass windows. The frames of the windows were a dark blue wood and it fits surprisingly well with the colours and natural look to the modern home. There were three floors in total, a large open balcony sitting perfectly on the second floor. The path up to the front door was surrounded by large area of grass and palm trees, and Sherlock could see that there were many many more trees behind the house.

He approaches with a smile, his suitcase being wheeled behind him as he repositions the sunglasses to sit perfectly on his face.

He pulls the key out of his pocket, rolling his eyes at the angel keychain Moriarty had put on it. He unlocks the door and pushes his suitcase in front of him.

The inside was everything he expected it to be. Bright, modern and open.

The floors were expensive looking wood and all the walls were a solid colour, all natural light tones.

Sherlock removes his glasses and looks around. There was a large spiral staircase to his left, a wide corridor straight ahead- it leads towards what Sherlock could see was a living room- and then there was a door to his right. Sherlock heads for the living room, leaving his case behind as he takes in the decor. A few paintings hung on the walls. As Sherlock made his way towards the faint music he could hear playing, he looks at the paintings.

He was just about to enter the living room when he stops into front of one of the paintings.

"That's the recently stolen 'The Scream'" Sherlock says, sensing Moriarty behind him.

An arm is casually slung over his shoulder as Moriarty stands beside him, dressed in his grey suit minus the suit jacket. His sleeves were rolled up much like Sherlock's.

"It is, there's three others, this one is always getting stolen and I got annoyed with clients constantly asking for help on stealing it, so I decided to just keep it" James shrugs, his eyes wondering over the painting.

Sherlock snorts "You say that so casually, didn't your mummy ever tell you it was wrong to steal?"

Jim just laughs before guiding Sherlock into the living room.

Sherlock looks around, taking in the dark TV, sofa and rug and how they contrasted with the room but went so well at the same time. James definitely had a good sense of interior design, Sherlock thinks as they settle onto the sofa.

James' arm stays on Sherlock's shoulders as he offers a wine glass, that had previously been on the table to the blue eyed man.

Sherlock takes the glass, raising an eyebrow as he did. "Wine? Never really pegged you as a wine kind of guy"

Jim shrugs, tucking his feet up on the sofa as he drinks from his own glass. Sherlock tastes the wine a little before taking a proper sip. He had good taste in wine too.

Sherlock glances at Moriarty. Never had he felt like he knew so much yet so little about a person in his whole life.

Interior design, cute keychains, wine, murders, games, music playing in the background, a stolen painting, a beautiful home and a flirty nature. James was certainly different.

"Well, now we're living together, I'm sure you'll see exactly what kind of guy I am" Jim smiles, standing from the sofa.

He leans down and kisses Sherlocks forehead before heading towards the kitchen, that was connected to the living room and partially visible from Sherlocks spot on the sofa.

"I've got to finish up dinner, make yourself at home Sherly" James tossed him the television remote as he enters the kitchen, moving out of Sherlock's eye line and towards where the music had been coming from.

Sherlock turns the wide screen on, flicking to a random channel before he stands up. He places his glass on the table before heading towards the kitchen, poking his head around the corner to see what James was doing.

James stood in front of the cooker, moving along to the music erupting from the small radio sat on the island. Sherlock steps into the room, smiling at the humming dancing criminal.

He quietly sneaks up behind Jim, easily slipping his arms around the other mans waist and pulling him close. His mouth goes to James' ear "I like to watch you dance" He mocks.

Jim shoves him back, blushing brightly because he got catch. He continues to stir the pot on top of the shove, preparing the pasta.

Sherlock chuckles and slides his arms around Jim again, his chin resting on his shoulder. "So, am I like the husband and your the little house wife that runs around and does everything?"

"Who says I'm the woman?" Jim scowls.

"The way you're pushing back on me tells me you take the role of the woman" Sherlock chuckles, rolling his hips to show how James was unconsciously pressing back on him.

James steps forward, clearing his throat. Sherlock pulls him straight back, smiling as they stood there in silence.

After a few minutes of stirring and comfortable silence Jim glances back at the taller man "Sherlock, what are we doing?" He asks, knowing that Sherlock would know exactly what he means.

Sherlock just shrugs "I don't know James, I really don't. But, I don't want to stop.. do you?"

Sherlock raises his eyebrow, his chin resting on Jim's shoulder again as he looks into those brown eyes.

Jim shakes his head "Definitely not"

Sherlock then presses his lips to Jim's cheek for the first time "Good"