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"Irish, dear." He said, having noticed the lightly bewildered look on her face. His accent had turned into somewhat of a mess from his many years in London and international clients, so it wasn’t uncommon for people to question his nationality.

"I wouldn’t advice taking the tube, there’s a bomb that could go off any minute now, I’m afraid." And he had even been so kind as to notify the police of the bomb, however they wouldn’t be able to find any ‘switch off’ button. While some would call him a terrorist, he was too throughout with his plans to need a ‘switch off’ button. It wouldn’t make much of a difference, he really just needed to prevent Hayley from taking the tube, and getting all the police’s attention concentrated specific places for the next couple of hours doesn’t exactly hurt either. Knowledge is power, and knowing your enemies whereabouts is very much included as valuable knowledge.

"Now tell me little one, have you had a nice day in school? I hope the teachers haven’t been too hard on you. I’m sure I could make many of your classes a great deal more interesting."

Hayley gasped, surprised and incredibly relieved that she had been told. Nobody else had warned or notofied her of the bomb, but the traffic suddenly made sense. "Were you going to take the tube? Is it on the line close by?" She asked, although her ramble of questions stopped at his own. "We weren't at school today. We went and did team activities at a centre with professional athletes, it was fun." She was wiped out, though, especially given she had then done more sports after. Not that the activity day had been entirely void of academics, but still. It was very busy.

"Why do you say that?" Hayley posed to the stranger, curious. He was well-dressed. She loved fashion enough to be able to spot a designer suit, so he must have had a good job with a lot of money or perks. That didn't necessarily make it interesting, though. Hayley thought her mother's job seemed dreadful, and she would go out of her mind if forced to do it. She didn't have a clue what she wanted to do, but it wouldn't have her stuck behind a desk all day, that was for sure.

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AND FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER IN CINEMA HISTORY AN AMERICAN MADE MOVIE SWAPS FANATICAL PATRIOTISM FOR BASIC HUMAN DECENCY EVEN THOUGH THE MOVIE ITSELF IS CALLED CAPTAIN AMERICA AND IT DOESN’T GET ANY MORE PATRIOTIC THAN THAT BUT MARVEL CHOSE A DIFFERENT PATH AND I’M THANKFUL FOR THAT pardon my capslock

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#STEVE ROGERS FOR PRESIDENT

Tick Tock

Jim had known for a while now that he had a daughter. Hayley. He hadn’t thought much of is, since his patience was already thin, and he could only imagine the chaos that would unfold if he took even one step into a kindergarten

And not the good type of chaos, not the type of chaos that he loved and hunted for so often.

Yet when he had so conveniently stumbled across his so-called daughter’s grades there was a tiny speck of curiosity that had sparkled in him. He hadn’t expected her to inherit anything from him, but if she had inherited his intelligence she could prove to be Amusing, perhaps.

And he was Jim Moriarty, he could handle Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes, one nestling couldn’t be that much more of a challenge than them.

So yes, he may have ‘tinkered’ with the bus she was supposed to take home. And a few other public means of transportation.

But it was a necessity. He wanted to meet her, to talk to her, and he hated being interrupted, so he’d planned it all down to the very last detail to avert any disruption my unwanted intruders.

His eyes weren’t on the bus stop, but on the small frame of a girl occupying a minor portion of it.

"What’s a young girl doing out so late on a cold winter afternoon like this?" He called out once he was within earshot without having to yell at the top of his lungs.

Hayley jumped when the man addressed her, his accent causing her brows to furrow in a curious sort of way. He wasn't Welsh, he was either Scottish or Irish, but she wasn't sure which. They both sounded weird in a similar way to her, but the girl wasn't blunt enough to tell him so, even if her face might have given it away.

"My bus is really late, and I don't have money for a taxi." She said. If the traffic didn't look so abysmal, she could potentially afford one, but this was insanity. There would be staff around back in school, but the gates were sealed, so she would have to take the long trek round. "I was going to take the tube instead, but I dunno. And my phone signal's being funny."

It seemed an innocent enough question for the man to ask, so Hayley hadn't really hesitated on her ramble of a response. To her, he didn't even seem threatening. There was something familiar, but Hayley couldn't put a finger on it, and she hadn't heard Moriarty's voice speak more than four words for her to decipher from that, too. She assumed he must have passed through enough times for her to have subconsciously noted his face, or that the man resembled somebody else. After all, Hayley Miller would never suspect to run into the infamous Spider himself.

One Last Present

"Don’t be silly, I’ve had you under surveillance ever since I got out of university. I’m surprised so many of your friends are still alive. I hope you don’t mind that I used a couple of the ones who ran off as bait and whatnot. If it’s really so important to you, I’m sure I could bribe a few people into being your friend." Which he had actually partly done before. Who knew cats made such good purses?

"If you really want to cut off my fingers and tongue, then by all means, go ahead and try." He stood up and cracked his neck as he walked to her kitchen, placing a hand on the modern-looking table. "No problem. It is a brothers job after all. Especially when he was stupid enough to leave bread crumbs as a trail without murdering the… birds!" He exclaimed.

Birds!

It was so simple,

how could he not have realised sooner?

He nearly knocked over a vase when he ran back to her. He caught the vase the moment before it hit the ground, and brought it with him over to her, he just couldn’t be bothered putting it back.

"Hayley, I’m going to have to ask you to be completely honest about what I’m going to ask you. When did you see through my act? Because I know you did. Was it when I said I needed your help? What exposed me?”

Hayley was scrutinising him with a deep frown, but she was as much in her own mind as she was reality. Her brain was at work, trying to recall every friend or close acquaintance that had drifted one way or another, and then tried to remember who she had seen again and who hadn't shown themselves for a while. After that, it was who Hayley felt suspicious about, which was a worrying and hurtful thought. Who was working with Jim willingly or had been unceremoniously planted into her life? Now nothing felt like what it seemed.

"No, I don't want pretend friends. I want real ones. That's the point of them." She argued sourly. The idea that he'd been spying so long was so weird-- all the way through her high school years, practically, and then university and after. Jim had never been that far away. It should have been a nice thing, but it was becoming a darker truth the more her brother revealed.

"Hey, be careful!" She prompted snippily, relieved when the vase was caught. Why couldn't he just put it down nicely?! "Well... Yeah. But only because of everything that's come out in the media. If I hadn't known what you did, I never would have worried. And you brought it up very quickly." Hayley added, as an afterthought, "Besides... We never ever spoke and then you suddenly show up. Of course I realised it was only because you wanted something..."

✞

The deal had changed once the Holmes’ brothers and friends started getting nosy. Hayley was no longer at home as often as she was at Jim’s place or one of his offices, but for the moment that might have been for the best. Her brother was sick, and he already seemed sickly. Now he looked like death personified.

Sebastian was out, running missions to keep work ticking over, but they’d both agreed that she would hold the fort until big brother started getting too violent about the issue. Setting a warm cloth upon his head, Hayley apologised as she lightly pressed a thermometer to his inner ear to check the still-awful temperature he was running. “Jim, whether you like it or not, you’re not well and we can’t really risk you getting worse and going into a hospital.” Hayley insisted firmly before the man could throw another fit, “Your kingdom won’t fall apart in a week. Just take a break and then ease back into it, and everything will be fine. Don’t be a baby.”

"I don’t care about the deal, who gives a bonk if they torture you and find out that mum almost convinced me to wear a skirt in exchange for candy, I’ll be dead by the time they find out anyway. She didn’t manage to convince me because I’d already stolen the candy.”

Yes, he had started early, their mother did find out though, and while she gave him a fair scolding for it, he got the last laugh in what may or may not have involved a car accident.

"Just some boiling water, please. Your face looks like it could use a scalding."

He attempted to sit up to push her away from him, but instead ended up headbutting her belly, as he overbalanced had when he pushed himself into a sitting position.

Hayley snorted. She was oblivious to Jim's involvement in the death of their closest family, but that was undoubtedly for the best. She had wondered sometimes and suspected, but never enough to truly question or believe that her brother had a hand in it. It seemed like too much. But if she knew, if she ever found out, this love and bond that she tried to keep with Jim would be shattered and forever broken. She still mourned their family, even if it was imperfect, and it would crush her learn that the last one left had been the one to ruin it all.

"You're just seeing things since you're sick." Hayley insisted with fake, sugary sweet patience. He went to headbutt her and she sighed, gently placing her hands on his fine shoulders to steer the man back down, "Jim, please. I'm begging you. You can't be anyone's king and saviour and worst nightmare like this. At least try to get better for yourself if nobody else, alright?" Hayley tried, "I bought you some dry shampoo for your hair if you want it. I know it's not ideal but it's better than nothing."

Tick Tock

Hayley Miller was not the average nine year old, and that was obvious to anyone on the surface. The first thing that was telling to most people was the little girl's choice of clothes, although she was currently donned only in a school uniform: a chequed, royal blue dress with a long sleeved cardigan and tights. She had fashionable designer black flats and a winter coat over the top, though, her neat hair pulled back into a plait that the young child had sorted all by herself, and a fancy watch on one wrist. It was obvious to anyone that Hayley took pride in her appearance even at her age, and she even painted her nails and put on a bit of make-up sometimes, although Mummy never let her go overboard.

She was a highly intelligent and quite observant lass, with an overabundence of energy at the best of times. It was well applied at the very least. She took part in extra-curricular activities every day at her private all-girls school, which was a bit of a distance from her three-bedroom home in Clapham, but nothing too far. A bus journey was normally all it took to get back, but the nights grew dark early in winter, and it was freezing and the bus had yet to arrive. Time would be getting on to half five in the evening before long, and school finished at three.

Frowning brown eyes set upon the screen of an old smartphone that Mummy gave her, for emergencies and to play games on, and there were no messages and not even a signal. That was odd for the country's capital, and traffic was piling up even in their quieter area. Hayley had some money for emergencies, but not enough to get a cab in this state of affairs, so it'd have to be the tube. She had confidence for traveling on that mode and it was very public, but Mummy would be furious even if she made it home safe and sound.

Huffing, bored and cold, Hayley rocked restlessly on her heels and contemplated how much patience she had for this. Tick tock...

✞

The deal had changed once the Holmes’ brothers and friends started getting nosy. Hayley was no longer at home as often as she was at Jim’s place or one of his offices, but for the moment that might have been for the best. Her brother was sick, and he already seemed sickly. Now he looked like death personified.

Sebastian was out, running missions to keep work ticking over, but they’d both agreed that she would hold the fort until big brother started getting too violent about the issue. Setting a warm cloth upon his head, Hayley apologised as she lightly pressed a thermometer to his inner ear to check the still-awful temperature he was running. “Jim, whether you like it or not, you’re not well and we can’t really risk you getting worse and going into a hospital.” Hayley insisted firmly before the man could throw another fit, “Your kingdom won’t fall apart in a week. Just take a break and then ease back into it, and everything will be fine. Don’t be a baby.”

Jim felt disgusting, embarrassed and completely stressed out. He’d been on the couch for days and his hair was an absolute mess and the white t-shirt and black sweatpants were a contrast to his usual Westwood suits. However he was thankful he had managed to shower before his illness had worsened to it’s current state. His clients were getting impatient and that damned phone of his kept ringing.

Why on earth he had put Staying Alive as his ringtone, he could not comprehend…

Oh wait.

Yes he could, but how he wish he couldn’t. It seemed this illness was making his usually sharp mind unusually slow. And it only made the ringtone situation a thousand times worse.

Staying alive had never been on the top of his wish list, in fact, he hated staying alive because of how increasingly boring it was. Dying wasn’t on top of his list either, not unless it was with a bang and a grand finale. Preferably with Sherlock going out with him. But not until after Jim had won of course.

However quite frankly, he wouldn’t mind his existence ending right this moment.

“I’d rather die than go to a hospital. Though now that I think about it, going to a hospital might kill me, so please do take me. And inform Scotland Yard too.” It really all that improbable that going to a hospital could kill him. Many people in London wanted him dead, and there had to be at least a couple of them who would take advantage of his condition.

“I’m sure Dr. Watson would love to help me.” He scoffed, his Irish accent thickening.

Hayley rolled her eyes, and it was a gesture that - if an outsider saw them both do it - made them come off as quite alike. She mirrored his typical, stroppy facial expression almost to perfection without even intending to. Then she got snarky, while Jim was too incapacitated to dole out proper discipline.

"Jimsy, I think the illness is really affecting you. I couldn't understand anything. You were just like a baby!" She cooed with mock-concern, as if they were two bickering children trading verbal blows over a toy, "Anyway, I can't tell them. We made a business deal, remember? You're my secret."

If he was going to be like that, fine, but she'd take care of him anyway even if it drove him even more loony. She was his sister, and Hayley liked being there for him when he needed her. She didn't expect him to admit it or to be grateful. He was too proud and too mean. Sure, that was upsetting, but what else was there to do? She didn't want to abandon him.

"Now, settle down. Did you want something to eat?"

"Just to torment you? Oh, no. Like I’ve said, I just think you’re more valuable than something pathetic and normal. Is that such a horrible thing?”

"No. I'm quite flattered, actually. It's just... A lot to cope with sometimes, that's all. Your world's very different to mine, and we don't always communicate very well."

✞

The deal had changed once the Holmes’ brothers and friends started getting nosy. Hayley was no longer at home as often as she was at Jim’s place or one of his offices, but for the moment that might have been for the best. Her brother was sick, and he already seemed sickly. Now he looked like death personified.

Sebastian was out, running missions to keep work ticking over, but they’d both agreed that she would hold the fort until big brother started getting too violent about the issue. Setting a warm cloth upon his head, Hayley apologised as she lightly pressed a thermometer to his inner ear to check the still-awful temperature he was running. “Jim, whether you like it or not, you’re not well and we can’t really risk you getting worse and going into a hospital.” Hayley insisted firmly before the man could throw another fit, “Your kingdom won’t fall apart in a week. Just take a break and then ease back into it, and everything will be fine. Don’t be a baby.”

One Last Present

“Wind me up that’s all you do,

Wind me up and leave me blue~”

Considering Jim would call anyone who bored him, yet continued to talk to him a torment, you’d think he was a specialist in the subject of keeping his head cool, however this was not the case.

Having been in his profession for a reasonable amount of successful years, he had obtained the privilege of refusing to consult any clients he found distasteful.

"Sister mine, you wound me. I don’t destroy everything, I help people, I answer their prayers. And technically it was only attempted robbery, which I was found not guilty for.” Obviously he was joking, but he quite liked the idea that he was answering people’s prayers.

People paid churches to shorten their time in hell after death.

People paid Jim Moriarty to shorten their time in hell in this life.

And much like God, he only helped those faithful to him and followed his commandments.

"Seeing as you’re inconveniently unwilling to take up my generous offer, let me present you with another. You will not be involved in any of my business, however you will be under my protection. Now what is the price I have to pay for this, you may ask. The price, my dear, is still your absolute silence unless otherwise stated. No telling the Holmes boys, or anyone else, about our up-growth, conversations, or anything else related to me. You can expect the occasional visit from me to confirm that you aren’t breaking our deal.”

Obviously she was already under constant surveillance, so there was no need to mention that in the deal as it would only serve as another reason for decline.

"If you break the terms of my deal, regardless of your accept or decline, I will personally cut out your tongue and make sure you will never be able to hold a pencil again." His voice was calm and reserved, making it sound like the two were simply having a casual discussion about how absolutely awful the British weather was.

Generous offer, fixing prayers. Her brother's ego knew no bounds. Sherlock Holmes' would be crushed beneath it if they were in too quaint a room, surely? Hayley couldn't hold it against him completely, though. He had always surpassed those around him, and now he was untouchable, towering above the world. He was the closest thing to a monster Hayley could imagine. She wasn't sure she would have nightmares, though. Even after his threat, which she knew he would carry out with no hesitation.

"And there's no catch?" Hayley checked, although the young womandoubted he would tell even if there was. Why give out all of the cards, after all, when obstacles could be put forth to watch the mice squeak and stumble? "And what if you don't hold up your end of the deal? Do I get to cut out your tongue and whatever else?" She challenged, although not seriously. It was half a straight question, although the idea of having to cut up anyone was not something she could stomach outside of a properly scientific environment. It wasn't even her field of expertise.

"People know we're related. They ask me about you. But if they do, I'll fob them off the way I always do. I don't need to lie, I don't know anything about you." It was true. She knew Jim was an absolute basket case, but beyond that? He was a mystery to her, too. "And of course I won't tell them that I've seen you. When people figure out I'm your sister it's offputting enough, I actually like the whole friend and social life thing."

Maybe it wasn't something she should have brought up, given it was like dangling potential motivators in front of him. But then again, Jim wasn't an idiot (obviously). If he wanted to go down that route, he already would have. Neither of them gained anything out of bullshit, except maybe he'd get a laugh. "But thank you for looking after me, brother mine." The taunting replication was subtle, but Hayley had to accept nonetheless, so that was her confirmation. "It was good to actually see you again, anyway... Really. Even if you think I'm ungrateful and disloyal."

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"GENTLEMEN, WE ARE AT WAR WITH THE GREEKS AND MUST NOT DROP OUR GUARD AT ALL"

"sir, the enemy gave us a giant wooden horse"

"oh rad bring it in"

One Last Present

His brows were furrowed into a deep frown as he planted his face in the palms of his hands, letting out a whine.

“

No,

no,

NO!

”

His hands fell from his face as he shouted out the last no.

His eyes held so much disappointment one could have easily thought he was on the verge of crying. He was immensely frustrated with his sister, but he would never, ever, show the weakness of crying to anybody.

E V E R.

"Lack of knowledge is not an advantage, it’s a weakness, especially when there’s a good chance nobody will believe a single word you say, simply because they’ve been so easily tricked by your big brother that they now are in a constant state of paranoia, their tails between their shaking legs like frightened dogs.”

A loud groan erupted from him, hardly believing he was related to the quivering mess in front of him.

He threw his head back, staring up at the ceiling. If he hadn’t lost all of his marbles already, the last one was definitely gone now.

"I have no interest, or at least no apparent benefit, from cracking you. I’m here because of a miscalculation. I miscalculated your loyalty and my own self control.”

A sigh, a breathy laugh as he regained his composure.

"Sorry. Just trying to have some fun." He cooed in a very fake american accent. A feeble attempt to cheer the pitiful wreckage of a sister up. Why did he want to cheer her up? He honestly had no idea.

Hayley eyed him so very cautiously. She had no idea what was going on with Jim. He was as melodramatic and unreadable as ever, seeming to flit instantly from one mood and thought to another. It set her on edge. She was used to having a read on people, though not like him. She always had a general feeling for the mood of the room, but she could barely keep herself checked, nevermind him.

"I wind you up?" She asked finally. There was a hint of triumph, although more surprise than anything else. Hayley had been worrying the majority of the encounter about that, but at the same time, she didn't think she could be more of a pain than most people he dealt with. Jim handled the world's underbelly, there must have been more irritating and stupid people than her scurrying around that environment.

"Fine. Lack of knowledge isn't an advantage." Ignorance was bliss, but it wasn't usually right or even the safest position to be taking. It was something of cowardice. "But you're blowing up buildings and pulling heists and killing people. Destroying everything you come across. I can't get involved in that. I'm not like that." Hayley persisted gently. It sounded terrible to be labeled 'disloyal' to the brother she had spent so long adoring, but if loyalty required such menace, Hayley couldn't offer it. "I'm sorry, Jim. I think we both know I wouldn't be much help."

"Because you’re more useful than that. As long as you stop fucking up royally, of course.”

"You must already know this whole arrangement isn't going to work out. I'm starting think you're doing it just to torment me."

"Really? Well, you know my self-control is. And right now, I don’t think I hae much left."

"Look, sissy, if you don't have the patience for me while I learn then just let me quit. This was your idea to start with and you knew I wouldn't be any good!"

"Is that really the best you can do?"

"Well, you did spend long enough trying to get me to help you to begin with. It'll all be a waste if you shoot me."