Most would probably think it silly to toast the birthday of someone I don’t know… but I know you lot won’t.
I had a dilemma though. I only needed a half bottle of champagne to raise a glass to Andrew Scott’s birthday. The thing is, there was a special offer which meant that a full bottle of bubbly was the same price as a half bottle. Well… what’s a girl to do?
If I turn into a complete dipso, it’ll be that precious little Irish lambkin’s fault.
The Ballad Of Seb & Jim - epilogue, part 1
Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran (with Sherlock) from four years old to the end… and beyond (it starts here). Previously: Sherlock pours out all his feelings - to two dead men… about as close as he can get to letting someone else know how he feels.
Extract:“Sherlock Holmes, switch your damn tracker on!”
“I’m still on the way to the airport.” the Englishman protested. “Unless you think I’m likely to be attacked by cows or abducted by aliens, I’m pretty sure I’m safe for the time being.”
“I don’t care where you are; you’re on your way to somewhere dangerous so switch your tracker on… now!”
“Okay, okay… don’t have a hissy fit.” There followed a lengthy silence and some shuffling and fidgeting at Sherlock’s end of the line. After a heavy sigh, he said, “Hold on; I’m going to have to pull over for a moment.”
“Oh my god, you’re not even wearing it!” Simon exclaimed. “What have you done with it?”
“It’s in the glove compartment.” More shuffling and rustling followed. “At least, I think it is.”
“Sherlock, if you’ve lost Sebastian’s watch…”
“You’ll what? Put me over your knee.”
“No, I’ll do something you won’t get off on. Where the hell is it?”
The Ballad Of Seb & Jim - chapter forty-three
Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran (with Sherlock) from four years old to the end… and beyond (it starts here). Previously: Molly and Lestrade accompany Sherlock and Simon back to Devon.
Extract: Wandering over to the elder and hazel trees standing side by side, he ran his hand down the trunk of the latter.
“Sebastian.” he murmured. “I still miss you, y’know; to be honest, I can’t imagine there’ll be a time when I don’t. You gave me so much… more than you ever knew, I suspect. Remember that time in Toronto when you asked me what I’d think if you told me you loved me? Well, I’ll always regret that I answered so glibly and was so dismissive because I know that you were being sincere and I’m so sorry that I just brushed it aside as a meaningless comment when you were genuinely telling me you loved me. It’s just that… well, that was the first time anyone had ever said that to me and I had no idea how to deal with it but now… I’m so glad you said it before… well, before you… died.”
Neil Gaiman’s 8 Rules of Writing, a remake of this post. Source.
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The Ballad of Seb & Jim - chapter forty-two
Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran (with Sherlock) from four years old to the end… and beyond (it starts here). Previously: Mycroft is convinced that Simon is really Moriarty and has him beaten and tortured to get the truth out of him. I probably shouldn’t be tagging this Mormor anymore but that’s where some people find the new chapters so I’m gonna (then there’s that link to the start for people who’ve only just discovered it). Besides, the adventures (and sex) aren’t quite over yet.
Extract: “Oh, sorry… I thought maybe you… er-”
“Maybe I what? Maybe I’m a holy innocent who’s never seen a man’s bits before?” Molly gave him an admonishing look as she started removing Simon’s clothes with the practiced efficiency of a nurse. “If I spent all my time mooning over unobtainable men and not getting out there and experiencing life, that’d make me a bit of a soppy idiot, wouldn’t it?”
“And you’re certainly not that.”
“Thanks, Greg.” Molly smiled up at him then turned her attention back to her patient, gently patting his cheek to rouse him. “Simon… come on now, you have to wake up for a while.”
“Don’t wanna… comfy now…” The Canadian batted her hand away ineffectually.
“You’ll be even more comfy in a while but first I have to check that there’s no serious damage so I need you awake to tell me where it hurts.”
“It hurts all over. Go away, sweet thing.” He pouted and closed his eyes, reaching out to pull Sherlock closer.