Gin and Bitterness

Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Rating: G-T
Setting: The Grit in the Lens universe/series
Characters: Sebastian Moran, Jim Moriarty
Word Count: 1432

General Summary: The trouble with playing favourites, Jim long ago acknowledged, is that sometimes even they fuck up.

An alternate point-of-view companion piece to TheGhostofEurope's "Too Much to Swallow."

Author’s Note: The Grit in the Lens universe was begun as a dual story-telling project in which my friend Seb, who started the project, wrote from the point of view of Sebastian, and I from the point of view of Jim. The general idea of this project being to examine the flawed (or not-so-flawed) ways in which each character views the other. I confess to having been the weak link and only having written this one piece because I'm a piece of shit basically. Anyway, this was written 6 March 2012.


On the way back to the hotel, I cracked the passenger side window, the tang of coastal Argentina mingling with the sourly metallic odour of rapidly clotting blood. The smell persisted as we crossed the hotel lobby; Sebastian was already light-headed and struggling to keep up with my pace as I hurried into the nearest elevator before the sight and scent of crusted blood could be detected by bystanders. Once inside, Sebastian slumped against the wall as the numbers slowly ticked off towards our floor.

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The doors slid open, and hounded by Sebastian’s increasingly shuffling footsteps, I made the journey down the hall and into the room, slipping inside before locking it securely again.