Fic: Distracted
Title: Distracted
Author: the_improbable1
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Characters/Pairing: Jim Moriarty, Sebastian Moran
Genre: weird fluff; not really slash unless you've got goggles on.
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Summary/Prompt: The prompt for this one came from dailywritingprompt.tumblr.com. Go check it out-it's super cool! The prompt was for a character being so distracted they completely disconnect from whatever they were supposed to be working on. I'm not sure how well I accomplished that.
Notes: Inspired by the absolutely gorgeous weather we had in the Pacific Northwest today. :)
It's far too late at night when I'm posting this, so, uh, please tell me about any typos/errors. My brain's not in top form.
I hate writer's block. I just…haven't been writing. At all. I'm glad for the prompt-it seems to have sparked something, at least. Who knows if it'll spark anything else?
Usually, Jim could focus on his work. Everything else-food, sleep, Sebastian's grumbling, the weather-would fade into the background. He was never entirely surprised when days had passed while he was planning-time lost was simply an inconvenience.
Today, however, things refused to come into focus. Outside, the weather was nicer than it had been in months-the sky was clear, the sun was making a cautious appearance, and it was nearly warm enough to go outside without a jacket. No matter how hard Jim tried, he could not filter out the quiet twitters of birdsong or the soft warmth of the sunshine.
Work! he reminded himself firmly. Thefts to plan, buildings to blow up, people to murder. Not sunshine. Sunshine is irrelevant! Just photons, nothing important to the work!
He stared longingly out the window. It was such a nice day, and nice days were so rare here…
He forcibly wrenched his attention back to the building blueprints in front of him. If the group entered here, they could go this way, but if…
It would be so nice to sit outside in the shade, not doing anything, just dozing, warm and comfortable and content-
-if they took this route, they could avoid more of the security cameras, but that wouldn't be a problem if that plan was worked out…
He could imagine it so clearly-the fresh scent of the grass, the clean, damp scent of the dirt, the texture of the blanket beneath him, the soft rustle of the wind in the trees, the warmth of the sun, Sebastian's warm presence beside him…
Jim scowled at the blueprints, then shoved them aside and stood. He stalked out of his office, slamming the door behind him, and went in search of Sebastian.
"Seb!" he shouted once he found him. "Come along!"
Sebastian raised his eyebrows, looking up from the novel he was reading. "Where are we going?"
"Out," Jim answered shortly. "You won't need a gun."
Sebastian shrugged and obeyed, padding down the hallway after Jim. Once the pair reached the street, they continued for a while longer until they arrived at a park.
"Jim," said Sebastian, "why are we here?"
"Because sunlight is distracting," said Jim, leading his second-in-command to a sunny patch of grass unoccupied by screaming children. "Sit down. Make yourself comfortable, if you like."
Cautiously, Sebastian seated himself on the grass, and then let out a startled "oof" when Jim landed in his lap.
"Don't get up and don't fidget," Jim ordered, situating himself comfortably. "And don't speak, either," he added.
Sebastian resigned himself to playing pillow for his (crazy) boss and stared blankly up at the sky. They would probably be here for a while.
Halfway to dozing, Jim smirked. Distraction vanquished. Or something like it, anyway.
Author: the_improbable1
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Characters/Pairing: Jim Moriarty, Sebastian Moran
Genre: weird fluff; not really slash unless you've got goggles on.
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Summary/Prompt: The prompt for this one came from dailywritingprompt.tumblr.com. Go check it out-it's super cool! The prompt was for a character being so distracted they completely disconnect from whatever they were supposed to be working on. I'm not sure how well I accomplished that.
Notes: Inspired by the absolutely gorgeous weather we had in the Pacific Northwest today. :)
It's far too late at night when I'm posting this, so, uh, please tell me about any typos/errors. My brain's not in top form.
I hate writer's block. I just…haven't been writing. At all. I'm glad for the prompt-it seems to have sparked something, at least. Who knows if it'll spark anything else?
Usually, Jim could focus on his work. Everything else-food, sleep, Sebastian's grumbling, the weather-would fade into the background. He was never entirely surprised when days had passed while he was planning-time lost was simply an inconvenience.
Today, however, things refused to come into focus. Outside, the weather was nicer than it had been in months-the sky was clear, the sun was making a cautious appearance, and it was nearly warm enough to go outside without a jacket. No matter how hard Jim tried, he could not filter out the quiet twitters of birdsong or the soft warmth of the sunshine.
Work! he reminded himself firmly. Thefts to plan, buildings to blow up, people to murder. Not sunshine. Sunshine is irrelevant! Just photons, nothing important to the work!
He stared longingly out the window. It was such a nice day, and nice days were so rare here…
He forcibly wrenched his attention back to the building blueprints in front of him. If the group entered here, they could go this way, but if…
It would be so nice to sit outside in the shade, not doing anything, just dozing, warm and comfortable and content-
-if they took this route, they could avoid more of the security cameras, but that wouldn't be a problem if that plan was worked out…
He could imagine it so clearly-the fresh scent of the grass, the clean, damp scent of the dirt, the texture of the blanket beneath him, the soft rustle of the wind in the trees, the warmth of the sun, Sebastian's warm presence beside him…
Jim scowled at the blueprints, then shoved them aside and stood. He stalked out of his office, slamming the door behind him, and went in search of Sebastian.
"Seb!" he shouted once he found him. "Come along!"
Sebastian raised his eyebrows, looking up from the novel he was reading. "Where are we going?"
"Out," Jim answered shortly. "You won't need a gun."
Sebastian shrugged and obeyed, padding down the hallway after Jim. Once the pair reached the street, they continued for a while longer until they arrived at a park.
"Jim," said Sebastian, "why are we here?"
"Because sunlight is distracting," said Jim, leading his second-in-command to a sunny patch of grass unoccupied by screaming children. "Sit down. Make yourself comfortable, if you like."
Cautiously, Sebastian seated himself on the grass, and then let out a startled "oof" when Jim landed in his lap.
"Don't get up and don't fidget," Jim ordered, situating himself comfortably. "And don't speak, either," he added.
Sebastian resigned himself to playing pillow for his (crazy) boss and stared blankly up at the sky. They would probably be here for a while.
Halfway to dozing, Jim smirked. Distraction vanquished. Or something like it, anyway.