Because College!lock is one of my favourites, and I felt like Jim needed a friend.
Prompt: Jim Moriarty and John Watson are room-mates at college. Add Sherlock as you see fit.
John entered the flat. He wasn’t sure what to make of it – it was just one big room, divided into two parts by a line of chalk across the carpet. The half of the room nearest the door was painted a boring beige, with a small bed and a few stains on the wall from where blu-tack had been stuck before. The other half of the room was completely different – the walls were painted in a shiny white, a well-made bed with blue sheets and covers was pushed neatly into the corner, a large bookcase with textbooks and other study materials was on the far side, and a boy about John’s age was sprawled across his side of the room, reading a fashion magazine.
“Hello?” John called to the boy.
“Hi.” the boy didn’t look up from his magazine.
“I’m John, the new room-mate.” John set his stuff down on the rickety bed, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.
“Jim.” said the boy. He looked up, and a grin lit up his face. “You’re cute.”
“Oh, um, thanks, I guess.” John muttered. He turned to the bed. “Is this one mine?”
“Yup! Sorry about the state of it. My last flatmate left in a hurry.” Jim shrugged. He stood up, sauntering over to John and gesturing to the beige walls.
John cast an eye over the chalk line and contrasting wall colours. “I wonder why.”
“His name was Carl.” Jim sighed. “He was a bully. I didn’t like him much.”
“I hate bullies too. I’ll protect you, don’t worry.” John smiled. Jim grinned.
“Thanks. That… that means a lot, actually.”
John sat on his bed, staring at the strange boy. Jim was dressed in jogging trousers and a casual Gap shirt, his hair cut into short spikes. He was obviously intelligent, judging by the bookcase, and he seemed quite likeable.
“So, what do you study?” John smiled.
“Lots of things.” Jim shrugged. “Criminology, sociology, psychology, physics, Literature, chemistry…”
“So you’re a genius!” John grinned.
Jim laughed. “I like to think so!”
There was a knock on the door.
“Hey, Jim.” Sherlock sighed, leaning against the door-frame. “Class starts in ten minutes.”
John’s eyes widened. This guy was tall – incredibly so – and his black shaggy hair framed his pale face, exaggerating his cheekbones. He was dressed in a sharp black suit, a complete contrast to Jim.
“I see you received a new room-mate.” Sherlock glanced at John, who just grinned goofily.
“Yes, and he’s mine, so hands off.” Jim glared at the taller boy.
“Wha-?!” John laughed.
Both boys stared at him, and he shut up.
“Ten minutes.” Sherlock nodded to Jim, and disappeared down the hallway.
“Sherlock Holmes.” Jim growled.
“Who?” John asked.
“Never mind.” Jim smiled at the boy. He held out his hand. “I haven’t properly introduced myself! I’m James Moriarty, soon to be professor.”
“John Watson, soon to be doctor.” John shook Jim’s hand, and they smiled at each other.
“I have a feeling we’re going to be friends, John!”
“I think so too, Jim!”