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Do I Know You ? - Jim Moriarty Part 1

Cold. That's all I remember is the cold. I woke up with white lights stinging my eyes. I looked over to my left and see a heart monitor beeping softly, attached to my left hand and a small clamp on my index finger.

"Oh...my...god" A woman said around my age. What was my age ? "SHEEERLOOOCK" She calls, running out the door.

"Where am I ?" I ask myself, sitting up clicked my back, I tense in pain. My eyes looked down at my body, adorned with a hospital garment, my eyes scanned the room, analysing everything.

Every corner. Every wall. Every tile.

Violently the door swung open to show a man in a blue trench coat with a matching blue scarf and beautiful set piercing ocean eyes.

"Annette ? Annette Finn ?" He asks, approaching me.

That name. It's mine that my name. I think.

"Y-yes ?" I answer, slowly finding the strength to respond louder than a whisper.

"Do you know who I am ?" He asks sitting in the vacant seat next to my bed, placed a hand inside his pocket.

His eyes, I remember his eyes.

"I...think I do" I say, trying to finding the answer. "You're...you're Sh-Sherlock ?" I struggle, looking at the 3 people that now stood around the room. The woman from before paced back and forth at the end of the bed.

"Correct" He assures "Can you remember anything else ? My last name ? Do you recognise any of these people ?" He questions further, gesturing at everyone. He takes off his leather gloves and places them with care into his pocket.

"Uh...I remember you" I say, my memories slowly trickling through my conscious. A flood of memories hit me, the once blank faces that I couldn't recognise now seemed so familiar. My eyes grew wide, tears brimming at the edges.

"You're my sister, you're John Watson and you-you're Sherlock Holmes, the consulting detective who is a..." I say, clicking my fingers trying to remember more "Oh god what was it it's on the tip of my tongue"

"Highly functioning sociopath" He answers, with a quick smile.

"Yeah now's not the time Sher I need to speak to my sister" The woman smiled, who I know remembered as Elsie, Elise Finn. My sister.

*****

I was told I was in a car accident. That involved 3 cars. No wonder I had amnesia.

Thank god I could remember them. My friends. My family. My niece, I have a niece! She's not born yet but my sister hasn't got her bump just yet it's only 6 weeks. And it's Sherlock's.

I've been staying with them at 221b for the last month, fragments of memories coming back here and there.

Almost everything there's a part of my brain that's glazed over somehow, as if it's covered with a fog. But I couldn't concentrate on that, I had to get out more. See London more, see if anything comes back.

An expensive black car pulled up next to me and a very attractive man in a WestWood suit stepped out.

"Ah there you are...I'm been looking for you everywhere dear" He welcomed, his Irish accent thick.

Probably somewhere in Dublin ? I was snapped out of my thoughts, by his hand being placed over my shoulders guiding me back to his car where a man held the door open.

"I'm sorry" I said, moving out of his arm with a awkward laugh "But do I know you ?" He snapped his gaze around and met mine before letting out a small chuckle.

"Come on...you can't be serious ?" He stepped towards me with his arms out "Jim Moriarty ?" He gestured for me to walk towards him but I didn't move an inch, I stepped back.

"J-Jim ? I can't trust you" I said, my words hit him the hurt in his eyes was evident, his hands turned into fists by his side as he lowered his arms "You-you're a bad man" I finished, my heart pained as I said this.

Did I know him ? Did I have a romantic connection with him ?

"B-babe...come on it's me...Jim...S-stop playing around let's go home" He smiled weakly, stepping towards me with his hands out.

"I-can't" I breathed and I turned from him walking fast, tears began to fall down my face.

Why ? Why was I crying ? I didn't know him, did I ?