I want to talk about Sebastian Moran for a moment and my theories on our current Lord Moran who was arrested for the attempt to blow up Parliament (not to mention his other dealings) and what his connections to canon Moran might be. Canonically, Sebastian Moran’s father was knighted. Sebastian attended Eton and Oxford, spoke multiple languages, penned two books…
I think our lovely sniper could be Lord Moran’s son sent home from the army. Was he wrapped up in something nefarious during his time in the army, like father, like son? Was it swept under the rug and Sebastian just discharged because of who his father was?
Jim would definitely be interested in someone like that. He would scoop him up in a heartbeat, put him to work, let him work his way up until he found himself at Jim’s side, his second in command.
While I love, love fandom’s scarred, beat up, grizzled, gruff sniper, I think it’s entirely possible Sebastian Moran is younger and capable of blending in almost anywhere…
I know there’s been some discussion about Tom being the sniper who was on John. There’s a hint that he was ‘invited to reconsider’ shooting John. If that’s true (remember, this was in Sherlock’s explanation to Anderson) it opens lots of avenues into further subterfuge between Moriarty and Sherlock. Was Sherlock aware of who ‘Tom’ was… did ‘Tom’ suddenly disappear because Mycroft got word to Sherlock about him actually being Sebastian Moran? Meaning once his cover was blown poor Molly was left in the lurch? (Might explain the particular vehemence in those slaps and Sherlock’s jibe aimed at the broken engagement)
Of course, it’s all speculation. Molly’s slaps are enough to him being glad she doesn’t have the ring, Lord Moran could actually be Moran, Tom could just be a look-alike Molly tried to placate herself with… There’s so much to explore.
Please take a moment out of your day to imagine Jim buying Sebastian a pair of underwear with a target and crosshairs on the ass
Now take a moment to imagine Sebastian shamelessly wearing them around the flat.
And that’s all.
I just want jim with tight ‘kiss me I’m irish’ undies
Boxerbriefs with the crown jewels front and center.
Sebastian totally gets Jim some sort of St. Patrick’s day nonsense every year. Going so far as to finally get lace undies one year because he never even expected Jim to put the first pair on.
Jim fucking comes out with them on and Sebastian nearly chokes on his breakfast.
Sholto wasn’t the first commanding officer John had slept with… nor was he the longest standing ‘relationship’ John had had in the army. No, that honor went to one Colonel Sebastian Moran. John had lost track of Sebastian after he’d been discharged over something John still wasn’t clear on. So when he came face to face with him at the pool his surprise couldn’t have been greater.
If Sherlock or Jim either one ever picked up on the fact that John and Sebastian looked like they’d been fucked hard and used after the incident, neither ever spoke of it.
Every once in a while, Jim and Sherlock ‘lose track’ of their favorites for about six hours. It’s all either genius can do to keep from rolling his eyes and pointing out the love bite that isn’t quite covered, or poke fun at how one of them is walking. BothJim and Sherlock politely ignore that the two of them are carrying on their little affair… At least to John and Sebastian’s faces.
The texts they send one another about the ridiculous attempts to hide it are another matter entirely.
And this other Moriarty/Moran fic popped in my head and wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it. This one is more a character study:
The Final Test – Jim Moriarty survived the fall. Sebastian Moran is there to put him together again.
teaser below the cut
As soon as Sherlock fell from the roof, Sebastian put Jim’s backup plan in motion. He’d been tracking John Watson in his scope, though he knew Jim had shot himself. He’d heard it and knew how far he was willing to go to destroy Sherlock Holmes.
Within a half hour Seb was pacing outside a secure surgery. He had already arranged for travel as soon as Jim was well enough to move. For now they would hide in the outskirts of London.
But Seb was no criminal mastermind. Already he was getting reports that some of the more far flung corners of the web were cutting loose. Let them. The important thing was Jim. Don’t get attached, he heard Jim’s voice in his head. Too late. And Jim needed him.
He was catching a short nap when the surgeon came out. Seb woke in an instant, listening carefully. It would be a dangerous recovery. But he was determined to see him through it. No matter what happened.
A week and a half later, Jim finally woke up. The nurse got Seb and he hurried to his side. The doctors said there would probably be damage. Seb searched Jim’s face, hoping for recognition. The man’s pale hand reached out and took Seb’s. His breath caught as Jim squeezed. Then Jim twisted, pain spiking down his wrist. That was Jim all over and Seb smiled.
Jim recovered slowly. A few days after waking Seb got him a laptop so he could observe things. He spoke little, but Seb didn’t mind. He followed the orders Jim did give him and made sure he was safe.
They had to move a couple weeks later. Someone was pulling loose the strings of the web. Seb settled Jim into the new place. The old nurse met with an accident. The new nurse was told Jim had been in a car accident. They were smart enough not to ask questions.