Okay, folks! I’ve started working full-time whilst studying part-time :O and lemme tell you it takes a whole lot of time! BUT I haven’t forgotten about here :). Just bare with me being on a bit less for the summer, please!!!! PLEEEEASSSEEEEE *in Jim’s pleading tone*. I also shall reply to the Para this week if not tonight. Ok? Thank you! And I see mostly everyone is back :D THAT is fun to see *hugs you all* It was only missing me ;)
See ya!
Help me Jimmy. You’re my only hope.
My, my, Seb. Your declaring this is quite…I wouldn’t say surprising, but highly interesting. What do you want? In need of a quick game, or… if it’s to entertain you in a ‘boring living humans’ way, forget that. But, I’m listening…Offer away.
Never mind, eh. I’ll be alive a long time coming
Yeah, well that’s all very well for you.
I’ll never be nicer to him; he’s just a player in my game. And what makes you so sure, Watson-pet? I mean, you’re dead the second I decide you’re of no more interest to me :) And, I’m putting it kindly. *Snickers at Seb’s comment*
Well then you should’ve killed me already! I’m not a pet. I’m also not dead.
Naahh nahhhh…where’d be the fun? I couldn’t see you be so surprised at whatever Sherlock do…or what you may learn about him. ;) And I couldn’t enjoy your surprise at seeing what I’ve planned for you… haha. And yes, you ARE a pet, no matter what you say, and I knooowww you’re not dead *yet*, my dear…. ;) How’s the leg?! *Snickers*
if you photoshop my head one more time on the queens body i will give you a nice long stay at a federal prision !
Sherlock sure does have an interesting kind of humor…and teasing. *Snickering* And, I don’t think he quite deserves the prison…yet. Don’t you agree? It’d be…too son.
I know how to stay alive though.
Stayiiinnn’ Aliiiivee! Stayin’ aliiiveee HOOOHOOOHOOO~~~ Musical interlude provided to you by Jim. :) I just hope you’ll succeed at staying alive for the next few years… Bad me. ^.^
Jim dear, please. Be nice to the doctor man.
Never mind, eh. I’ll be alive a long time coming
Yeah, well that’s all very well for you.
I’ll never be nicer to him; he’s just a player in my game. And what makes you so sure, Watson-pet? I mean, you’re dead the second I decide you’re of no more interest to me :) And, I’m putting it kindly. *Snickers at Seb’s comment*
I’m in my Finals. So I’ll come back around the 28th, when they’ll all be done ok?! :) Thanks! See ya then!
I’m sorry. I know it’s my fault this place hasn’t been moving a lot… But these last weeks have been complete living Hell to me, sorry! BUT NOOOWWWW! I’m back ;) And I’ll be putting this back on tracks! Who’s with me?! :D
I still hope everybody is! So, I’ve replied to the Para ^^…and…well..let’s continue having fun, shan’t we?! :D
(I wanted to find a good love y’all/dancing gif but I also didn’t want to spoil one of my many I have…I love posting new ones in rp ^^. BUT I chose this one as to reflect your surprised reaction to seeing me back on here :)! *Plus it always makes me laugh xDDD!* Enjoy! You can’t say I don’t think about you! :P :) P.S : I’ve missed you…)
Molly flapped her arms at him, desperately shushing him, and peering anxiously at the door as Jim ploughed through her objections with his observations. Oh God, please let no one come in…
“Jim! Shh!” she pleaded, eyes darting around. “I only let him borrow things sometimes, and I do reimburse the hospital for whatever I let him have, and I only let him have things if he’s doing something useful! Please don’t say anything.”
She calmed down, thought through what he’d said, and realised he’d already promised that. Steady, Molly.
She probably shouldn’t be doing it all if it made her feel so guilty, but Sherlock was so hard to say no to. Unfortunately, he knew how to charm people, and she was rather more susceptible to his methods than most. Damn.
Steadying her breathing, Molly also managed to remember how enthusiastic Jim had seemed about her activities, which was odd. She remembered that single word uttered once from Sherlock’s lips.
‘Gay’
Oh, he really did spoil everything, didn’t he! She couldn’t quite get rid of that niggling little thought. He just admired the detective, that was all. And, he was trustworthy, which was more than could probably be said for Sherlock.
“Thanks,” she muttered.
Jim opened wide eyes, and lifted his hands up in front of him in a desperate try to show her it was okay for them to talk about it; there was no one else in the room but them! He glanced sideways then over his shoulder, and turned back to look Molly in the eyes as though saying ”There’s none here, dear! Do you see anyone? Because I don’t, Mollykins!”
”Sorry, dear…” he managed to say, a faint smile filled with compassion and slight worry. He was annoyed at how she seemed scared of someone hearing and for a second there, it was as if she thought he were an idiot for bringing this up the way she hushed him and flapped her arms at him. But, wasn’t it what he wanted? He knew she’d react like this…All usual female beings did that; mostly the guilty ones. It was always the guilty ones.
”This is amazing, Molly! So you DO help him…Wow! That’s my girl!” he said with confidence and joy as he approached her, rubbing his hands together in excitation. ”And of course! You reimburse…and only when it’s really useful…of course! Careful Molly-dear…”
He smiled cutely, a sparkle in his eyes that showed he was somehow his accomplice on this one, before winking at her.
”No problem, dear…”
He knew Sherlock got to her. She was so easy; plus, she was in love with the man, one could see. Moriarty tried not to let his mouth twitch in annoyance at this thought…Though, it made things easier to go down and to blame someone for it at the end. And it surely wouldn’t be himself. Plus, it was useful in a twisted way…It was actually giving him a flagrant and amazing opportunity for a cover AND to go and visit Sherlock Holmes…Nothing better apart from seeing him in emotional conflict and pain, which he’ll be in as soon as he sees his arch nemesis come around his place, and everyone he loves…
He went to hug her but stopped in his track, again, as he remembered she had to stay clean of possible viruses and microbuses for her research; how he loved playing cutey, almost dumb Jim. And GAY. Gay was the funniest part… He knew since Sherlock had said it out loud that it had been eating away at the back of Molly’s mind. But it had been quite a pleasure to slide his number under that dish…but he had been disappointed to see how Sherlock didn’t use it. Expectedly. And yet again, wasn’t it his goal? To prove himself better? It was so easy… He’d deal with Molly’s thoughts about his gayness later; now he had to get hold of that precise delivery job!
‘’Oh…I know, darling! I…look at this!’’ He said enthusiastically as if he just had the greatest idea in the whole world (which wasn’t so farfetched from the truth). He grabbed the bottle of acid, then grinned at her. ‘’I know you’re busy, and I know where he lives since you already told me, I’ll go and give it to him! This way, dear, it’ll be less risky for you to get caught…and I’ll be helping you!!! Plus, I’ll also contribute in helping him through you which is a pleasure! You, my sweet girl, and the most notorious consulting detective in London…What do you say?! It’s great, isn’t it?!’’
He chuckled, eyes beaming with pride and joy as he looked at her. He knew she couldn’t say no to nice Jim…But if she ever did, he’d sure find a way to walk out of the morgue with this bottle.
‘’I love to be helpful! And this is exciting…! I’m so proud of you!’’
A bit more enthusiasm and compliments never killed anybody, right? No, they mostly all fall for this… But at this stage, even though he knew it was all a plan, he still couldn’t exactly tell if his happiness was faked seeing since the moment his fingers had touched that precise bottle, his excitation had risen rapidly; soon, he’d be in a face-to-face meeting with Lestrade and Sherlock. It’d be too fun to play…His heart was beating fast as the anticipation kept growing within him : luckily for him, he had to play the part of the energetic and happy-go-lucky boyfriend, which wasn’t such a hard task at this right moment.
Doctor, remember? Had to through medical school, Mr Smokey.
That’s bad for you too, by the way.
You know nothing about the pleasures of life!
I know how to stay alive though.
Stayiiinnn’ Aliiiivee! Stayin’ aliiiveee HOOOHOOOHOOO~~~ Musical interlude provided to you by Jim. :) I just hope you’ll succeed at staying alive for the next few years… Bad me. ^.^
