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Title: Sociopath, Remember?
Author: PipMer
Rating: PG
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, James Moriarty
Genre: AU, 221b ficlet
Spoilers: The Reichenbach Fall
Warning: Character deaths
WordCount: 221
Disclaimer: I don't own, no money is being made

Summary: This is what would have happened on the rooftop of Bart's if Sherlock had actually been a sociopath.

"Okay, let me give you a little extra incentive. Your friends will die if you don’t."

"Three bullets; three gunmen; three victims. There’s no stopping them now."

Sherlock stepped back and scrutinized Moriarty intensely, trying to read the lie in his words. Satisfied that there was none, he threw his head back and laughed.

Moriarty stared. "What? What'd I miss?" he demanded.

Sherlock smirked. "Do you really think that I'd throw myself off a building, to save my 'friends'? You're an even bigger fool than I thought. This is how you intended to beat me? How disappointing."

Moriarty smiled. "You don't fool me, Sherlock. You talk big... but you're on the side of the angels. You won't let your only three friends in the world die. I've finally figured you out, and this is your weakness." A look of disgust crossed his face. "You're ordinary, just like everyone else. You have a heart."

Sherlock shook his head and plastered on a fake sad expression. "Jim, out of all the information my brother handed you, how could you have missed my diagnosis? High-functioning sociopath. And you could have just asked John; he would tell you that I don't have friends." He shrugged. "Ah, well. Everyone makes mistakes."

Sherlock turned and walked away. “Goodbye, Jim.”

Elsewhere, three guns took aim and fired.

Bang!