It was the day of our ol' switcheroo.

Fi had given me some contacts. They would both replace my glasses and change my eye color.

We were ready. I had even called ahead and rented a car. We decided we would go out at night.

The day seemed to drag by. But finally it was time. There were only four of us awake to my knowledge. Fiona, June, Ren and I. We had backup plans for our backup plans.

"Okay the hallway is clear. Come on out." Fiona says through the earpiece. 

"On my way." I reply.

I walked silently out of the house, got on Fiona's motorbike and put on her helmet.

"Now Keyland..." Fi starts.

"I know, I know not a scratch..." I say impatiently, turning the ignition. 

"I was going to ask if you have ever ridden on a bike before." Fi sighs.

"Yes I have." I smirk.

I knew I had shocked her, I could tell by the momentary silence.

"Okay so let me know if we have to switch." She says.

"Will do." I grinned, taking off the kickstand and pealing out of the driveway.

The ride over was so freeing. But it made me think of Sherlock. It was going swimmingly I was almost at the border, when I noticed a white van following me.

"Juniper?" I ask through the ear bud.

"Yeah?" She replies.

"Tell me who is driving that vehicle..." I say warily. 

"Oh crap!" She exclaims. 

"Language!" I say.

"Sorry mom...It's Sebastian Moran." She says worriedly.

"Crap!" I exclaim.

I can hear her disapproval in the silence. 

"Sorry. Please tell Fi we have to switch." I say hurriedly. 

"On it!" She exclaims. 

I pulled into the other lane accelerating . The white van followed. I continued to try to lose the vehicle by turning down a road surrounded by the forest. Only to see it was blocked off at the end. By three white vans, and a man in a suit that I would recognize anywhere...

Moriarty.

I pulled the bike to a stop, as he smiled at me.
"I'm through the border. Good luck Keyland." Fiona says.

"Thanks." I said taking off the helmet and getting off the bike.

"Keyland! Darling! Fancy meeting  you here!" Jim smiles, his shades blocking my view of his eyes.

"Hello James." I spat.

"Why so formal? We are friends aren't we Keyland?" Jim smirks.

"We are and that's all we will ever be." I state firmly. 

"You wound me Keyland!" He exclaims dramatically. He takes off his glasses and puts them in his suit pocket. 

"I know what you are planning. I saw you on the news." I say.

"Oh did you? How did I look? Did they get my good side?" Jim says with an insane lilt. 

"You don't have a good side. But that's beside the point. I told you to stay away from Sherlock." I say venomously. 

"You're not the boss of me~" Jim sings.

"Richard, I swear if you hurt him I'll kill you." I threaten. 

"You could try... Darling." he purrs. 

He circles me grinning. 

"Besides why do you care anyways?" He sighs.

"I care because he is innocent, and this is between you and me." I waver. 

"So you haven't grown feelings for your flatmate?" He says stopping in-front of me and staring intently at my face. 

I stare back at him.

"Richard." I start.

He silences me with a glare.

"Fine, Jim. I've told you so many times I'll only ever see you as a friend. Why can't you accept that?" I say, exasperated. 

"I won't give up on you." He promises. 

"Well you should!" I yell.

"I love you." He whispers. 

"I love Sherlock." I state, shocking myself that I admitted it, to Jim of all people.

"Then I'll kill him for that." Jim sneers.

"Not if you never leave here again." I smile , pulling out a gun and aiming it at his head.

He chuckles darkly. "You see this is what gives me hope Keyland. You and I are almost exactly alike. You'd kill to protect the people you love."

"I'm not like you." I deny, vehemently. 

"Not exactly like me...you see I would have brought a real gun." He smiles eyes never leaving my face. 

"Damn." I hated that he was right. Oh well I still had one trick up my sleeve.

"You are almost the perfect woman...Oh well I'll work on that." He smiles, reaching out to grab me.

"Juni, NOW!" I yell.

The trees around us collapse, one falls between Jim and I. I run to the Bike and start it, speeding off into the woods. I dodge tree limbs and rocks finally spotting the truck. I drive into it and yell. "NOW REN!" As I get off the bike and lay it and myself down flat in the truck bed.

Ren guns the gas and soon miles of space are put between Moriarty and I.

Just as it should be.