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Jim has been rather enjoying spending weeks being moody and depressed in his suite, mainly because Sherlock's up there to make sure he's not actually all that moody and depressed. Bloody boyfriends, and their way of making life better. Jim would grump about that if he weren't pleased by it.

He's only in the bar now because his favourite distraction is asleep and anyway, they need food. Jim puts in a large order and, on a whim, asks for a current newspaper from their world. Bar provides an iPad with various headlines, and he scrolls through until he hits upon the news that NASA has discovered a solar system where life might have evolved.

He forgets about the food, and pretty much everything else for a while. Eventually he wanders over to the Window, still reading, and then just sits looking out at the explosions.

(The ice cream he bought will be melting all over the Bar at some point, so if anyone wants free food he's probably not going to object, or even notice.)

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"Cash is boring," Harman says. "I have black funds that cover almost anything, for my project. But I also have secrets, top science, vampire blood, artifacts, and access to GCHQ and all their intelligence."

Anything to fight the vampires.

'The entirety of GCHQ?'

He can get stuff out of there when he wants, but it's obviously a bit of a hassle. Much easier to get someone to hand it over willingly; he'd need to verify it, of course, and easy isn't his favourite way of doing things. But it's not like it's his world.

He does stifle a gleeful laugh that resounds through his head. Like, Harman, really. Giving him access to every secret communique washed through the UK...risky, friend. Risky.

'And what sort of 'top science'? You're not dressed for the twenty-first century, so odds are you don't have anything I don't already know about. Apart from your vampire-based stuff, of course.'

"1998," Harman says. "We still use floppy disks, which is apparently a bit of a joke to people from your time with internet everywhere."

'...yeah. I'd say it's pathetic but we've all been there.'

And luckily, it is a time faaaaaaaar distant. Ugh, it was such a drag.

'You didn't answer my question.'

GCHQ, Pearse. If you can give him that, he'll work on anything you like.

"All of GCHQ," Harman says, "I just need to ask. Current as of 1998."

He taps his fingernails on the tabletop. It'd be fun, possibly. Too far in the past to...hmm. Well. Actually, that's three years before a certain large attack which might well be scheduled for Harman's world, like so many others. It's not the million lives he needs to save, but it'd be a start. It'd stop a war or three, that has to count for something.

'That,' he says, decisively.

'Is what it would cost you, depending on the size of the job. Unlimited access might actually do you a favour, in addition to entertaining me for a while.'

Which is, by far, the most important thing.

'Probably best not mention my name, though.'

"Nobody would believe me if I mentioned the name James Moriarty, anyway," Harman says.

Pause.

"And yes, that you can have"

'There you go, then. Find me something to fix.'

He may be setting up shop on a whole new world very soon, but that doesn't mean he can't work on others. The more jobs the better. There's no such thing as too busy.

"I'll find something suitably huge for you to do," Harman says, smiling.

'Oh, I say. At least make him buy me dinner first.'

...it was right there, he couldn't resist. Sorry not sorry.

:D

Harman takes about two seconds to get what Moriarty is even talking about, and then he chuckles.

Harman is definitely not like other priests! Another point in his favour. Jim grins, and jumps lightly to his feet.

'Well then, I'm going to love you and leave you. Sherlock will be wondering where I've gone with the shopping.'

Ice cream all over the bar, and now the floor. Oops. Jim scoops the iPad up, ready to return it.

'You can leave a note for me at the bar if something comes up. Be warned, my mail all gets read, but I'm sure that won't matter for anything happening outside of this place. Ciao, Father.'

"I'd say enjoy yourself," Harman says, "but I guess you will do it anyway, no matter what I say. You'll hear from me."

'You know it,' he sing-songs back over his shoulder, and turns far enough to grin.

'Looking forward to it, my dear.'

And then he's gone. This has been a most productive day!

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