Like the fella once said, ain't that a kick in the head?

[tigers]

CHARACTERS: Sebastian Moran, Jim Moriarty, Brendan Frye, Sherlock Holmes (AU), John Watson, the other Sherlock Holmes
LOCATION: Various parts of the ship, then to the medbay.
WARNINGS: Violence
SUMMARY: Moran is out of the brig and ERRYONE WANTS TO PUNCH HIM, followed immediately by a trip to the medbay.
NOTES: Running the gauntlet of punches here. He does deserve it.

This is a catch-all log post for several things, and given that this is catch-all log, you'll have to find your place in the sun in the comments.

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[tigers]

[ Oh--good god, really? Sherlock's puch isn't quite within the same gauge of surprise that Moriarty's slap, but there is no way Moran could have expected it. While he hasn't exactly steered clear of any of the Sherlocks, he feels he hasn't done anything to any of them to deserve that punch. Not quite as much as the punch from Brendan, at least. Already dazed and slightly off guard, he had been bothering no one. ]

What the deuce, man?!

[ His voice comes out in a growl and for once in his life, he's too surprised to retaliate in his same Basher Moran manner. He makes a few feeble swings in what he thinks is Sherlock's direction, but in the end, he really just has to calm down and clutch his pounding head in his hands. ]

[logicals]

<sub>[ He'd apologise if it were anyone else, he really would. It takes him a moment, a quiet, steadying drag of breath that he hopes works, because god, he's didn't ask for any of these hang ups, he really didn't. He bites down on his tongue and forces himself to pay attention, to dodge every lazy hit aimed his way, to deflect and to shift out of the firing line (it's fine, Moran is clumsy as he tries to attack, pain radiating from his head and making it impossible for him to concentrate. Today is not the first time he's been physically hit, and for a moment, Sherlock hesitates before he sticks his chin up, before he forces himself to act as arrogant as it's possible to act when he feels the exact opposite. God, it feels like he's shaking, but he's not, he refuses to look put out by this, refuses to be anything other than a cold calculating mask that's sneering at the mere idea of hurting Moran when he deserves it, because he does, he does.

Control has always been so easy, but it takes so much effort to reign his temper in this time - he's shocked, he's angry and he's so close to punching him again, just to make sure he's nowhere near his personal space, because Sherlock can't cope with that right now, hasn't been able to cope with it for months. He's a wreck, an absolute wreck, and he hates it. Just how weak has he become over these past few months? Apparently weak enough to feel genuine fear whenever someone's close enough to touch him, the type where his pulse is pounding and his blood is running cold; but he holds it in and swallows it down.

He may be weak, but he's not stupid.

Thankfully, when he talks, his voice is steady and low - just the right amount of threatening and coldness, just enough to keep any questions aimed his way, just enough to push everything back and look at it through a pointedly scientific viewpoint. ]</sub>

Your presence has evidently been pissing off a few people today.

_{[ He pauses, looks up towards the ceiling and oh, his voice is so cold when he next speaks. ]} Good.

[tigers]

[ Moran fights to scrape together some semblance of dignity through the pain. He forces himself upright, blinks away stars forming before his eyes, and stops swinging without hitting his target like an idiot. Self control. It's always been difficult for him, but he desperately needs to maintain it. He's already walking on paper thin ice with Moriarty, so even when the worst of the pain has subsided and he can see straight again and Sherlock is right there within his reach, he knows he can't strike him. It would just cause another scene.

God, just hearing the man speak tries his patience. His hands curl into fists at his sides and he clenches his teeth, but he makes no move. This is going to be difficult. ]

It seems I can add you to that list, Mr. Holmes.