A/N: Well, hello there, friends. So it's been two years. Let me apologize for that, first of all. Why have I taken such a long break from writing fanfiction? Well, I went to college, and life got hectic. But now! I'm totally back and excited to start writing fanfic again! So while I can't promise you the exact timeline of when I will update again, I can promise that it's not gonna be another two years. Forgive me for my trespasses, and enjoy this part! 

The Point of View of Sebastian Moran

"What the hell are you doing?"

Moriarty had grabbed a gladiator's sword from a guard when he wasn't paying attention, and was now swaggering through the halls as if he truly belonged in classical Greece.

Lunging with the sword and nearly cutting off Sebastian's hand, Moriarty said, "Come on, Seb. When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

"This is Greece," Sebastian deadpanned.

"Same difference! Come on."

Moriarty trotted along, and Sebastian couldn't do anything but cringe as he followed behind him. Who the hell was this man, and what had he done with the vicious, calculating mastermind that he had come to know?

"Here we go."

They stood before ornate marble doors that reached almost an entire story above them. Moriarty waltzed forward, intent on bypassing the guards that stood before it, but Seb grabbed his forearm and tugged him back. "What are we doing here?"

"We're -"

"I mean actually," Seb said tightly. "All these months of surveillance, just to get the key to a box to - to frolic through history? It's not you, Jim. This isn't you."

Moriarty's eyebrows rose slowly, his face darkening as he looked Sebastian up and down. When he spoke, it was with dripping malice that cut right through the air. "Cute, Seb. That you think you know anything about who I am."

Ripping his arm free, Moriarty took the TARDIS key from around his neck and slipped it over Sebastian's head. His hands lingered near Sebastian's throat, and Seb briefly flashed back to the several times he had seen this same man strangle another. He held his breath, readying himself to fight.

"Wait for me in the car, Sebby," Moriarty said quietly, patting Sebastian's cheek. Then he turned around, pushed past the guards with authority, and strolled through the doors.

Seb grabbed on to the key, his mind racing as he sped back down the hallway and out into the streets of Sparta. He had been loyal to Moriarty for years, now, because he respected him. He respected his ruthlessness, and his drive. But now? Why was he following a man he hardly recognized?

He barely registered the fact that he had already reached the TARDIS because his head was spinning so fast. But there he was, standing in front of a damn, stupid police box, of all things.

If Moriarty wanted him to kill a dozen strangers off the streets of London, that was fine. Appeasing his murderous nature had always been fine. But this...this was different. Moriarty was transfixed by whoever this damn Doctor was, and this convoluted plan of his didn't make any sort of sense. If he wasn't going to explain why they were running around chasing after men in bowties without any sort of murder, then maybe Seb didn't want to follow him anymore.

He unlocked the doors and pushed through into the goddamn bigger-on-the-inside police box. Again, not impressive. He didn't give a shit about whatever alien spaceship this was; he just wanted back in combat. He was a highly trained sniper, not some low-level agent who did surveillance and gallivanted through time.

He collapsed down on the stairs, his head in his hands. He had been allowing Moriarty to push him on this path for far too long, and he'd lost sight of what he really wanted - what he'd always wanted, ever since a certain army doctor had gotten him kicked out of Afghanistan. What Moriarty had stopped him from doing when he...regenerated.

More than anything, Sebastian Moran wanted John Watson dead. And he couldn't possibly do that by travelling with a madman, in some box. 

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"Seb."

Sebastian lifted his head to see the TARDIS doors inching open. His stomach clenched. He wasn't in any sort of mood, not now, to deal with Jim and his gloating about whatever he had done to the king of Sparta. "Listen -"

Moriarty took one step into the TARDIS and then collapsed. There was a sword - the very sword he had stolen earlier - lodged in his stomach, nearly passing through his entire body.  The doors to the TARDIS slammed shut behind him as he lay shaking on the ground.

For a moment, Sebastian forgot about everything as he ran to his boss' body, kneeling in the blood pooling on the floor. "Jesus, Jim, what happened?"

 Moriarty reached down, his eyes clenched closed, and grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands. Before Seb could do anything, he had pulled the sword from his gut in one clean motion. It clattered to the floor, and even more blood rushed from him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Seb pushed down on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. "You're just going to bleed out faster, are you trying to die?"

Moriarty opened his eyes, and a smile formed on his cracked lips. When he exhaled, his breath was tinted golden. "Just a small detour," he said, as gold dust began to ooze from his fingertips. "This won't take long."

"Typical." Seb pushed up off the ground, his hands dripping blood that he furiously wiped off on his pants. He took the steps up to the center console two at a time, his heart racing as he tried to figure out how to make this damn alien piece of technology get the hell out of history.

Moriarty got to his feet, the slash in his stomach stitching itself back together with golden light. "Listen, I got enough crap from King Meneleus, I don't need it from you," he said, striding up to the console and leaning back on it. He was still dripping blood. "So what if I was accidentally the one who broke the news about Helen and that Paris kid? Talk about stabbing the messenger, right?"

Sebastian was flipping switches and pressing buttons, trying in vain to figure out how to get the TARDIS to move. He groaned, slamming his fist down on the console. "How do you control this freaking thing?"

Moriarty flinched, as he inched closer to regenerating again. "Where do you want to go so badly?"

"London. Take me back to London, Jim, I'm done with these games," Seb said. "I don't know whatever insanity you're planning, but I don't care anymore. I don't want to watch you run around in some stranger's body, pretending to be the same person, living this life that you somehow kept hidden for all these years. I don't give a shit about it. I want my life back."

"If that's what you want," Moriarty said, bowing his head over the controls as he typed in coordinates and set the TARDIS into motion. He slammed the brakes, pulling the ship to a halt, and then stepped back. "If you want to go, you can go."

Seb grabbed his coat from where he had thrown it on the railing and bounded down the steps, not turning back to see the man he no longer knew. He threw open the doors to the TARDIS, ready to start his life over, one more time.

But then, he stopped.

They were no longer in classical Greece-that was for sure. But they also were definitely not anywhere in London. The TARDIS doors opened up to a dark, looming forest that stretched miles around them. "What the hell are we doing here?" Seb demanded as he turned back around.

"You want to leave? Fine by me, Seb." Moriarty was still leaning over the console, his back to Sebastian. "You can find your way back from here, I'm sure."

He turned and crossed the TARDIS slowly, each step triggering more regeneration energy to pour from his limbs. He was still covered in blood, his eyes dark and unfocused, as he pushed Sebastian out the door.

"Where is this?" Sebastian asked, slowly losing his calm composure as he looked back at Moriarty.

Jim stared past him, into the dark forest. "It's my past, Seb. You want to know my life? Ask, and you shall receive."

With one final, menacing look, Moriarty slammed the doors to the TARDIS closed. Before Sebastian could force his way back in, the machine whirred to life and disappeared, leaving him completely alone.