Dammit Jim, I&#x27;m a sniper not a...

Jim had gotten used to the smiles that spread across the sniper’s face and was fond of them. They were a familiarity in a world where few such things existed, the criminal didn’t keep many acquaintances for longer than a few weeks. Sebastian was perhaps the only person Jim held any trust in, more trust than he even had in himself-changeability often betrayed his best interests.

”Mm. And no matter who you find, they’d never pay as well as I do, would they, tiger? But don’t worry too much, I doubt you’ll have to go looking anytime soon.”

White teeth flashed from behind his lips as his grin widened, the criminal thoroughly enjoying Sebastian’s description of his state of mind. A pity he couldn’t recall that personally.

“How very messy. I am fun when sick. And surely you encouraged my antics, hmm?”

"I can honestly say Boss, there will never be anybody quite like you- monetary value or otherwise. I'd like to hope I won't have to go looking any time soon, it's a bad reference on my behalf if my previous employer is dead". Not to mention the fact that he wanted Jim alive for his own reasons, that he actually liked him- he supposed he would have to given the amount of time the pair would spend together. It was clear enough that Jim trusted him, by the injections alone.

"Oh of course I did" Sebastian said rolling his eyes. "I just love hearing about your decapitations, and how you would play Disco Inferno whilst burning the select group alive".

"I probably know more women than you do, Bassy. S’not only when I’m workin’ that I act like a whore."

"Your sexual behaviour isn't really something I want to think about, and I know plenty of women Sev, just 'cause I'm not shagging them doesn't mean they don't exist".

"Are you afraid of needles?"

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Jim placed his head in the palm of his hand with a sigh.

“Not afraid of them, no. I just dislike them when they hold no prospect for me aside from vaccination. It’s just so boring.”

“Why do you ask, tiger?”

A laugh escaped the criminal, the action causing his shoulders to rise and fall. Always so serious, even when being joked with. In most people, Jim found that trait boring, but he liked it in Sebastian. It kept everything running smoothly.

“Of course not. Won’t even give myself the pleasure of that. When I die, I’m bringing the world down with me,”

“Blood and fire.”

With the cotton removed, Jim looked at his arm, noting the ring of red around the injection sight. Minimal swelling, that was nice. He picked up his shirt, sliding it over his shoulders and slipping the buttons back into their holes from the bottom up. The coat he left draped over the chair.

“I remember very little of that, probably because of how feverish I was. Am I any good at plotting murder while sick?” There was a bit of a grin on Jim’s face, though he was genuinely curious. “I presume they got progressively worse the longer I was ill.”

Sebastian smiled at the laugh, appreciating the full-bodied laugh that Jim often gave when finding something so funny. Sebastian refused to even consider the notion of Jim dying, figuring that either nobody was smart enough to one-up him and kill him that way, or nobody would be able to get around his own watchful eye of Jim. That and the fact he simply wouldn't let him die. "The world's gonna be a lot more boring when you die, I know that for a fact- and 'm not gonna lie, job hunting's a chore".

He let out his own laugh when Jim said he couldn't remember any of the few days which he was sick, and simply shook his head at the mental image. "I recall at one point you said that the Victorian's had it right, and that they should bring back beheadings, starting with those little physicians of yours".

"Are you afraid of needles?"

Send one to my muse(Sickness)

Jim placed his head in the palm of his hand with a sigh.

“Not afraid of them, no. I just dislike them when they hold no prospect for me aside from vaccination. It’s just so boring.”

“Why do you ask, tiger?”

"Yes, yes tiger. Making certain I don’t die of some strange disease, wouldn’t really be a fitting death for yours truly, would it?"

The attentive quality to Sebastian’s ministrations brought a small smirk to Jim’s lips. The criminal knew that the sniper had a deep understanding for the little things that bothered him. Blood on his clothes, particularly his own, was not something he was fond of by any means. Jim hummed contemplatively, debating putting his shirt back on presently or waiting for a bit.

”Oh, you know I’d be doing more than cursing them. How long did my last physician last when I was sick, Seb? Three days?” He chuckled softly, shrugging his shoulders, “You’re much better at this.”

"Covering all bases" he repeated, knowing there was some small mocking note to Jim's words. He hoped that Jim wouldn't die for a long time, and knew that even when the man- who always seemed so indestructible and invincible- did die, it would be in some strong showmanship gesture. Not something so insignificant as an illness. "You aren't going to die for a long time. You wouldn't give anyone the pleasure".

He kept the cotton bud pressed against Jim's arm until he was sure there would be no more blood coming from the wound and finally removed it from his arm. "'Three days. You spent a large portion of that time discussing painful ways in which he could die though- you were very fun to be around during those couple of days Boss".

"The only curves I’m interested in learnin’ about are a lady’s curves. ‘Sides, I’m never wrong, big brother.”

"Exactly how many ladies do you actually know Sev? I mean, I doubt your job entails much talking".

bbefassyed

I oughta show you guys my favorite Fassy photo, just to break the ice ;)

#basher

"I only let y’sleep in my bed so that y’d make me tea this mornin’. Go on, y’might as well."

"There's nothing bad about you being wrong little brother, consider it a learning curve".

"Y’ll have people talkin’ if y’say it like that. Make me tea before y’go."

"What am I? Your slave. Make your own damn tea".

missyfleming

The Hound of the D’Urbervilles: A Shambles in Belgravia

To Professor Moriarty, she is always that bitch. Irene Adler arrived in our Conduit Street rooms shortly after I undertook to assist my fellow tenant in enterprises of which he was the pre-eminent London specialist. In short, sirrah, crime.

#basher #bossman #adler

"So last night was good, but work beckons".

#open #rp

"Are you afraid of needles?"

Send one to my muse(Sickness)

Jim placed his head in the palm of his hand with a sigh.

“Not afraid of them, no. I just dislike them when they hold no prospect for me aside from vaccination. It’s just so boring.”

“Why do you ask, tiger?”

"Smallpox? The bane of the natives of the Americas, how antiquated.”

At least it was somewhat interesting, he supposed. Jim’s arm was limp and cooperative as Sebastian worked. He’d gotten used to it by now and didn’t tense the way he did with most people. He could trust the sniper in a way he didn’t even trust his hired physicians,

A momentary prick of pain, that was all as the needle plunged into his skin. Jim watched with a sort of morbid curiousity as the vaccination was injected. When it was finished, Jim flexed his fist open and closed. He knew from experience that his arm would be sore come tomorrow morning.

“Well, thanks for that bit of news. I always hate when they come in droves, heightens the chances of one of them getting me sick.”

"I'm just clearing all bases", Sebastian said, eyes still trained on the needle as its contents emptied into Jim's body. After he drew the needle out, he grabbed a cotton bud from his pocket and held it over the spot where the needle had entered him, just in case any blood would leak out of his body. He knew Jim would hate if even one drop of blood hit his clothes.

"And I'm not going to let you get sick, don't worry. The last thing I want is you curled up cursing every Doctors name from here to Timbuktu".

"Are you afraid of needles?"

Send one to my muse(Sickness)

Jim placed his head in the palm of his hand with a sigh.

“Not afraid of them, no. I just dislike them when they hold no prospect for me aside from vaccination. It’s just so boring.”

“Why do you ask, tiger?”

Jim’s response came in the form of a slow rolling of brown eyes and a harsher sigh, more audible this time.

“How thrilling. Tell me, what’s it for this time? Not the flu, I hope. That’s dreadfully familiar.”

Despite his complaints, Jim shed his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders to bare his arm to the sniper.

“Go right ahead, Seb. I won’t shoot you for it.”

"You've had your flu shots Jim, this is smallpox"

He waited until Jim had taken his shirt off before running his fingers over the crease of his elbow and finding a good enough vein to use for the injection. He flicked the needle once, twice and then without a second pause jabbed the needle straight into the mans arm, before adding almost absentmindedly,

"At least you've only the one this time"

"Are you afraid of needles?"

Send one to my muse(Sickness)

Jim placed his head in the palm of his hand with a sigh.

“Not afraid of them, no. I just dislike them when they hold no prospect for me aside from vaccination. It’s just so boring.”

“Why do you ask, tiger?”

"I only ask 'cause I've got a needle here with your name on it, Boss", Sebastian waved the needle in front of him as he spoke to reiterate his point, and trained his eye on one of Jim's arms.

"One little prick and its over and done with".