InsaneJournal

WHO: Sherlock Holmes & Jim Moriarty
WHAT: Honesty has some rather interesting results. Or Jim Moriarty acts human.
WHEN: After this & this
WHERE: Jim's flat
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

Sherlock wasn't sure how he felt at the moment. Granted, he often wasn't sure how he felt at most times, but this was even more complicated than any other situation that he'd faced. While nothing certainly excused the way that Jim had conducted his life, the path that he had decided to take since childhood, the events that had seemingly lead up to it gave Sherlock a more firm grounding to understand exactly what had driven Moriarty to do the things that he did. And the idea that a few changes, and it all could have gone a different way was enough to motivate him into an action that he might not would have taken otherwise.

Lingering outside the upstairs flat, Sherlock sighed, pocketing his phone as he approached the door, raising a hand to knock before pushing it open without waiting for an answer. He didn't expect that Jim would shoot him for entering uninvited, and while he was willing to bet that right now was the one moment when Jim actually wouldn't want company, it was perhaps the one that Sherlock could assume he likely needed it the most. Dredging up old memories, likely long since buried and preferably not remembered, was hell on a spirit that have striven to survive past them. That was something that Sherlock knew first hand, and it was something that provoked an empathy in him that Jim couldn't reciprocate, might not understand, but...would hopefully tolerate.

"Looks like John made quite a mess of things," Sherlock called as he stepped into the living room, eyes lingering down to the large, seeping blood stain on the floor and the spatter that had misted on the furniture. "Close range, large caliber, and he waited until you bled out from the looks of it," Sherlock said, crouching next to the blood stain. "You're going to have a hell of a time getting this up."