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When John came to there was something very bulky around him. It was uncomfortable, and he opened his eyes to move and saw a changing room. He looked down and saw a large, puffy parka. But it felt too heavy to be just a parka. It felt almost as though he were wearing a bullet-proof vest, but it was bumpier and itchier and poking into his ribs. Then he remembered what had happened. Jim had knocked him out and put this thing on him, whatever it was. Then Jim walked into the room and looked down at John.
But Jim looked different. He didn’t look shy or cheeky or sexy. He looked cold and harsh and he terrified John to his core. This was the man he’d been caressing in the shower moments before? His eyebrows drew together in confusion.
“Oh, do you not get it? Do you need me to explain?” His voice was cold and patronizing, taunting him. John had never been more frightened in his life - not even in Afghanistan. There he could only die. He had no idea what this man was capable of, and he had let him in. He had been so open and vulnerable, and this was Jim. The real Jim. No, not Jim - Moriarty.
“You’re Moriarty,” John spat. He hated him. He hated him so much it felt like he would choke on it.
“Oh, look, you’ve got it,” Moriarty singsonged. “I need you to do a little job for me. Not too much, between lovers. Just a little favour.”
“I won’t do anything for you.” John was trying to be brave, but his voice shook slightly.
“Oh, no? Think again. Guess who else is here for a visit? It’s your darling Sherlock - the one you kept bringing up over and over - it’s really quite sickening. You’re trying to hit on me and you keep mentioning your flatmate. No wonder everyone thinks you’re gay - and, well, there’s the little fact that you are.”
John gritted his teeth. He wasn’t. But he wouldn’t say anything that might get Sherlock in trouble.
“Well I just want you to have a little chat with your boyfriend for me - say everything I say, just as I say it, or that little contraption you’re strapped to goes off and kills you both.”
John swallowed in fear, steeling himself to do what had to be done, and rose from the bench and stepped out into the pool.
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