Fic Rec: Dear Jim

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Title: Dear Jim
Author: NewWonder
Pairing: John Watson/Jim Moriarty
Length: 6666 words
Rating: M
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: The memories come in letters and notes.

Reccer's comments: This fic could be considered AU, as it's a bit of a "what-if Jim and John somehow met before the events of A Study in Pink". It's told in a non-chronological and jumbly manner from Jim's POV, which I like, as I feel it (and the language itself) probably fits what it's like in his brain. This isn't a common pairing, but I enjoy it as I feel like the characteristics of John Watson that makes him such a good foil/complement/whatever to Sherlock could be applied to Moriarty as well. Even if you don't really like this pairing (and I hesitate to use the word "pairing" for this fic anyways) give it a try, as the writing is great and Jim's voice is amazing!

Excerpt: Dear Jim, the letter says in John's atrocious handwriting.

Jim crumples the battered sheet in his fingers, throws it away. The ball of paper rolls under his bed, rests there in the dark.

Jim never lets anyone clean his room – too wary, too suspicious, didn't get all the way to the top by trusting right and left. He never digs the letters out from under his bed – they lie there, gathering dust and undisclosed desires. Their presence feels like a warm touch to his soft underbelly, to the soul he doesn’t have, nagging constantly, soothing at night, when Jim can't fall asleep, – a bit like John's gaze.

The letters gradually recede and finally stop coming. Six months after the last letter is when Jim finally cannot stand it any longer; when Jim sends one short e-mail that says, "Tiger is go".