Ever Yours

The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious - the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science.

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Watson: Keep talking to you.

Watson: You're not my friend. You shouldn't have my number.

Moriarty: You know very well I'm not going to give up easily.

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Watson: Threat implies you could harm me.

Moriarty: We've had this conversation before. You know how to avoid my target list.

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Watson: It's different because you're out of prison. Because you're a direct threat.

Moriarty: Oh, I'm hardly a threat; Threat implies you could stop me again. Our conversations won't have any effect on our respective careers.

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Watson: We can't be doing this. I have

Watson: I have things to do. I'm on a case.

Moriarty: We've done this before in between your little cases, I can't see why this is any different.

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Watson: Where are you?

Moriarty: London, on the moment, but not for long. It's busy the life of a criminal mastermind.

Moriarty: Why? Are you in the mood for another lunch together? Perhaps we could get to the eating part of it this time.

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Watson: I can, but I would rather know for sure.

Watson: When it involves you, yes.

Moriarty: Like I told Sherlock, this world is far more corrupt than you can imagine.

Moriarty: Is that why you've been exchanging letters with me for the past six months?

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Watson: Moriarty?

Watson: How are you texting me?

Watson: Wait. I'm not sure I want to know. Just like I'm sure I didn't really want to know about you and Sherlock discussing my love life as though it were some experiment.

Moriarty: I'm sure you can figure out for yourself how I am texting you, miss Watson.

Moriarty: I thought you be flattered that, out of all people, you are the one that intrigues Sherlock and I. Is it that horrible to be subject of interest?

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Moriarty: We discuss your love life because it's the only one we have inside knowledge of. Not to mention you are far more interesting than any other person we could find.

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My Dear Watson,

            It is practically impossible to know for sure when you and Sherlock are somehow involved with the headlines I've been reading -- although, knowing him, I would guess most of them. I can, however, say I'm very much pleased to know your kidnap was short-lived. 

            The discussion concerning my intents might go on forever, Joan Watson, as we clearly have much different views on the case; I continue to say I want nothing more than to understand human connection, while you continue to accuse me of wanting it. I think, for now, we best focus ourselves on the concept of human connection, rather than our wishes, don't you:

            What I want to know from you, Watson, is how much do you believe in it, how strong could it be, how necessarily. What makes human connection so essential you continue to look for it, even after a series of unsuccessful attempts?

            Sherlock once called love a game he could never understand or play, so tell me; how good of a player are you?

                                                                                                 Jamie Moriarty.

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My Dear Watson,

            My time has been filled with nothing but writing and painting, surprisingly enough.Since our last encounter, I've run out of means to communicate with anyone other than you and Sherlock. Obviously, I can keep myself updated, but at this point I am as a criminal mastermind as I am a Russian ballerina. 

            Sherlock didn't seek you as I do now. Our goals are different, even if we share the same method. That is a constant in our relationship, comparing me and him is rather useless at this point. 

            Soul is a far too abstract concept for a detective such as you to worry about, specially my own. Your point that my biology encourages me to seek human connection, on the other hand, is valid. I am human, and there were times I found myself unconsciously longing for companionship, but it chances nothing. I continue to disdain such relationships, and have no conscious desire to seek them.

            Forgive me if I sound defensive, Joan Watson, but it was never my intention to discuss my personal feelings on the matter, but to learn yours.

            Although the direction you managed to take this conversation into has made me learn more of you than I expected this early. You are truly a remarkable woman.

                                                                                                 Jamie Moriarty.

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My Dear Watson,

            Malicious, manipulative, the embodiment of evil, but not a maniac or psychopath. I have no reason to hurt you, or the desire to. I am a criminal mastermind, and I did not get in my position by initiating random attacks. The very last intimidation I organized had a purpose.

            Don't trust me, as I know you won't, but understand me as I'm trying to understand you.

            The difference between Sherlock and I, Joan Watson, is you. Or should I remind you that he was just alone as I am before you worked for him? My intellect allows me to look past basic human needs and analyze them like any other matter, or so I like to believe. So no, I don't crave human connection, I crave to learn it.

            Fear won't do you any good, Watson. I am not your enemy in this situation.

                                                                                                 Jamie Moriarty.

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My Dear Watson,

            I understand why you would find odd; I am not as crazy as I sound. Although, I do wish you were able to look past your hatred towards me, as Sherlock does. I hardly hurt you the way I did him.  

            Your conclusions pertaining my interest on you interest me, however flawed I obviously find them.

            The kind of connection you claim I seek, real connection between people, is simply beyond me. I have no desire for companionship, as I have a very difficult time believing it is even possible; I do, however, plan on understanding it better than I do now. These are two very separate matters.

            I must say I laughed at your comparison, and even agree with most part. I should remind you, though, that I am not a teenage girl, and you are not my next girlfriend. I trust you are wiser than to take me as a cliche.

                                                                                                 Jamie Moriarty.

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My Dear Watson,

            If I knew exactly what I find special about you, perhaps we wouldn't be having this conversation, but I allow myself to wonder. The truth is you are quite human; ordinarily so.

            Yet, it is undeniable you possess a certain quality Sherlock and I can't seem to ignore.

            I dare say it's the humanity in you, Joan Watson, that puzzles us. You are a part of our world, share our methods and learn our abilities, and still remain unchanged, care, seek and even understand love and companionship; I was never able to do so.

            For Sherlock, I think, you serve as a beacon of hope, proof that is possible to evolve; I mean to only understand you.

            I do appreciate what you say about the painting -- not many appreciate art these days. I will take your opinion into consideration and attempt to be less 'odd' in the future.

                                                                                                 Jamie Moriarty.

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My Dear Watson,

            I'm delighted to learn you've come to your senses. I, however, feel like a bearer of bad news; there is not much I can write to explain the painting.

            In my own way, I find you beautiful, Joan Watson.

            You bested me, read me better than I read you, and I'm not ashamed to say that you continue to puzzle me. I don't understand you, Watson, I am drawn to you and your mind and I find it marvelous. 

            As an artist, I was taught to appreciate beauty, look for symmetry and color everywhere I look; your painting is a result of all that.

            I'm interested to know what you think of it, assuming the honesty clause of our agreement works both ways. Tell me; what do you think is so special about you, Joan Watson? You've seduced the most brilliant minds I've ever encountered, Sherlock and I, surely there must be something. 

                                                                                                 Jamie Moriarty.

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There was no way to put in words how frustrating it was for Moriarty to be incarcerated. For a mind such as hers to be trapped in a box like that was a gar greater crime than anything she'd organized on the course of her career. Distraction was found, as it usually was, but it was not quite what she needed, not the challenges she enjoyed -- even if the hardest of the challenges were child play for a woman like her.

Certainly that was why she was so fixated on studying Joan Watson.

The mentions of Sherlock on Joan's newest response had an effect on her; He had always been the only one who managed that. Surely she was well aware the man found the letters she sent, his silence on the past weeks was most conclusive. The last thing Moriarty needed now was to be accused of hurting Sherlock yet again, however obvious it was. 

My Dear Watson,

            I admire your devotion to Sherlock, more so than you might let yourself believe. As you brilliantly pointed out shortly after we met, I do love that man, and the relationship he and I share is nothing short of unique.

            It is also true that emotional connection was never my strongest suit, nor it was Sherlock's; that being the main topic of our conversations on the past year. I don't expect you do understand the struggles of him and I, but I advise you to stop interfering.

            That being said, I offer to resume my interactions with him, provided that you also continue to write me. I'll apologize and explain my intentions to him, and we can continue our little experiment, if you will. Surely Sherlock will understand; no one appreciates science the way he does.

            An elaborate string of murders, as you so eloquently put it, was never my intention, although I enjoy your train of thought. I'm an artist, Joan Watson, and my creativity allows me to be far my complex than that.

            Hopefully I will not need to explain myself further.

            Send my best to Sherlock,

                                                                                                 Jamie Moriarty.

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The waiting for Watson's response was infuriating, at best. Moriarty had always been nothing but patient, and yet, every morning that passed only made her more eager for a kind of interaction she could never experience with her guards.

Painting was a good distraction, as it always had been, and the New York Ledger provided her with the information she needed to keep herself sane; But it was far from enough to keep her satisfied.

After the first week, resuming her conversation with Sherlock seemed extremely appealing.

When the response finally arrived, a satisfied grin emerged on her face, and refused to disappear on the following days. However frustrating the content of Joan's letter was, the joy of distraction overpowered it. Without, perhaps, the detective realizing it, Moriarty's study had already begun.

From handwriting to content, every detail was equal to one step closer to solving the Joan Watson mystery. The matter was now to plan the right move, and wait for the next pieces of information. Knowing exactly what to write next was crucial.

Joan was difficult -- much more difficult than Sherlock. Of course seducing the man helped her greatly to understand and manipulate him, and Moriarty highly doubted the same would work out with his partner; Although, she hadn't rule that option out just yet.

My Dear Watson,

            Thank you for finding the time to reply to my letter; it was most thoughtful of you.

            It seems to me that you didn't quite understand the intention of my previous message. I am honest when I say I want myself out of you and Sherlock's lives no less than yourself, but as I am trying to make clear, it is not an easy task.

            As I informed you before, I'm drawn to things I don't understand. Should you continue to avoid me, refuse to be of help, I'll be forced to find new ways to conclude my experiment. For your sake and Sherlock's, perhaps, Joan Watson, it is time for to look past your prejudice and pride, however much they intrigue me.

            I'm not always this passive.

             I trust you'll be wise enough to reconsider my offer. I must admit I long for the day we can discuss your brilliant, even somewhat erratic, career; The journey from surgeon to private detective is truly impressive.

            Ever hopeful of your assistance,

                                                                                                 Jamie Moriarty.

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Dear Doctor Watson,

            I understand this letter might cause a bit of a shock, considering the nature of our past encounters, but I can promise my intentions are none but purely academical and recreational.

            As I know you are now aware, Sherlock and I have been developing -for the lack of a better term- our relationship for the past weeks, and for as much as it pains me to admit, it seems like we have reached our limit. Mister Holmes is a remarkable man, you should be the first to agree to that, and yet I’ve grown considerably bored by his presence in my life. His opinions, even if truly appreciated, are far too similar to my own to spark any sort of provoking discussion.

            He was never the mystery I painted him to be in the first place.

            You, however, Miss Joan Watson, continues to intrigue me, and I am forced to admit I’m used to that sort of effect. I am very much interested in solving your puzzle, and I don’t believe I need to express how often I get what I want.

            Are you willing to do me this favor? Be the conscious experiment your tutor never were? It might be too much to ask, I’m aware, but you and I both know it is my shortest way out from your life and Sherlock’s.

            I’d greatly appreciate if you replied to the letter as quickly as possible; the time runs slowly in this place and distraction is needed. 

          Always looking forward to our next encounter,

                                                                                                 Jamie Moriarty.