Sherlock slowly comes round to the sound of a kettle wheezing and screeching for attention. He hears some swear and then the sound of water splashing against a cup is heard. Sherlock frowns, trying to get his mind functioning. This comfy, soft bed was definitely not his lumping, hard hotel bed. 

Where the hell is he?... 

"Oh! You're up. Well, good morning, beautiful. Tea?" A voice asks. 

Is Molly watching Jim's videos? Is there a new one? Who is he calling beautiful and offering tea? 

Jealously rises in Sherlock he pushes himself up to see what Molly's doing. He freezes when he sees Jim Moriarty standing at the end of the bed, wearing pyjama trousers and a baggy hoodie, his hair sticking up in  way that suggests he hasn't been up long enough to go to the bathroom.

 Sherlock then remembers what happened yesterday. He came to Jim's hotel to play monopoly and... oh, God! He fell asleep while Jim was opening up about his late little brother! 

Guilt consumes Sherlock and he blushes a deep red, pulling the covers close to himself in an attempt to hide from Jim's beaming smiles and crinkled eyes. When Sherlock hides everything but what's above his chin, Jim frowns a little and tilts his head. Sherlock's heart races at the sight. Did this boy not realising how every little thing he did was absolutely adorable?! 

He's going to kill me... I'm going to die from an overload of cuteness. 

Jim raises an eyebrow. "Well? Tea? Or are you content with staring at me?"

Sherlock's face grows a darker red when he realises that Jim was calling him beautiful and offering him tea. He's pretty sure that all he does is blush when he's around Jim. It's no wonder, though. He's just.. perfect. There's no other way to describe him accurately. 

Nodding slowly, Sherlock speaks quietly. "Tea would be nice. Milk, one sugar please"  

Jim nods and heads back towards the kettle, setting to work. Sherlock watches him from the bed. 

Where did Jim sleep last night? Sherlock's eyes wonder to the space beside him. Did he sleep next to Jim fucking Moriarty and not fucking realises it?! Just as he's thinking that he's missed that, Sherlock sees the sofa bed set up with the covers thrown back in they way they are when someone gets out of bed without making it after. 

Sherlock's not sure if he's relived that he diddn't sleep beside Jim for the night or not.

His eyes widen then. Oh my God, what if I snored?! 

"Would you like a hot cross bun?" Jim asks, looking up at Sherlock. 

Sherlock licks his lips and nods. "Please"

Oh God.. Jim Moriarty is in the kitchen and preparing a breakfast for him. Sherlock moves his hand to his wrist and pinches, yelping softly when pain shoots through his arm. Jim looks up again and raises an eyebrow. Sherlock shakes his head, blushing as he waves it off. Jim gives him a weird look before he shrugs and focuses on buttering the hot cross buns that had toasted. 

Sherlock continues to watch him and he gives the Youtuber a small smile and thanks him as he takes the plate with two hot cross buns on. Jim smiles and takes his own plate to the sofa bed, sitting cross legged before he begins to eat. 

"So. It's your late day at the convention, isn't it?"

Sherlock nods sadly. "Yes. Although we're here in London for the whole week. Our tickets are just for the first three days, though"

Jim nods. "You get a few days to go sightseeing, then"

"That's the idea"

Jim chuckles before he checks his phone for the time. He sighs and chews on his lower lip. "I don't mean to be rude but I'm going to have to ask you to eat all that quickly. I need to be at the convention soon"

Sherlock blinks in surprise. "I'm coming with you?" 

Jim laughs and nods. "I thought it would be nice, yes. We mainly just sit around and talk, rarely are we needed for something but we have to be there"

Sherlock grins and abandons his half eaten hot cross bun and half drunk tea to go make sure he looks presentable. They switch after a few minutes and Jim dresses and sorts out his bed hair. Before Sherlock knows it, he's back in Jim's car and on his way back to the convention. 

*

 Sherlock had spent the whole day among some of his favourite YouTuber's and he'd pinched his arm almost twenty times, convinced that he was dreaming all this and he was suddenly going to wake up. Obviously, Jim and co. would come and go as they went to their stations to talk to fans and then have photos with fans. There was using someone in the room that Jim had taken Sherlock to earlier that morning and introduced him to everyone there. 

Sherlock went between hanging around with Jim to chatting with Irene Adler to playing air hockey with Sebastian and even to having an in depth conversation with Henry Knight about science and effects of drugs. 

It was easily the best day of his life.

When Sebastian came back from his station, which ended a whole hour before Jim's, he had Molly and John with him. Molly was watching him intently and nodding to what he was saying while John was starting at him in awe. 

"John! Molly!" Sherlock calls, beaming and he lifts his hand to wave. 

His two friends grin back and start heading towards him, Sebastian with them still. 

Irene, who Sherlock was currently sat with, leans closer to him and stage whispers. "Who's that cutie?"

Sherlock smirks. "That's John"

"No, no. The girl. She came to see me yesterday. You know her? She's gorgeous" Irene says, eyes fixed on Molly. 

Oh... 

"Uhh. Molly Hooper" Sherlock answers, although Irene probably already knew her name.

Irene nods and stands when Molly, John and Sebastian reach them. She offers her hand to Molly who immediately grins and shakes it.

"We meet again, gorgeous" She purrs and lifts Molly's hand to her mouth, kissing it.

Molly chuckles and winks. "So we do, Ms Adler"

John and Sherlock exchange looks of shock. Was Molly.. their innocent, bunny loving, daddy's girl Molly... flirting with Irene Adler? The answer was yes. Yes, the girl that was basically their baby sister, was flirting with one of the sexiest young women of this century.

Before either of them can say a word, though, Irene has swept Molly away towards the kitchen area. Molly had a big smile on her face as she goes, happily talking to Irene. Sherlock huffs, a bit peeved he couldn't have that confidence around Jim.

Sebastian flops beside him then and distracts him.

"So, Sherlock, congratulations on the video" He chuckles and nudges him.

Sherlock frowns. "Video?"

John laughs. "You haven't seen it?"

Sherlock shakes his head. He doesn't think he's seen it anyway. If it was big enough to be referred to as 'it' he's sure he'd know what John meant when he said 'it'. Maybe...  

"Oh, boy. I want to see this" Sebastian grins. "Get your phone and go to Jim's channel" He then pulls out his own phone and gets up the video, pointing it at Sherlock. 

Sherlock frowns. "What are you doing?"

Sebastian smiles. "I'm filming your reaction. You don't mind, right?" 

Sherlock hesitates, pulling his phone out as he'd been instructed. "Uhh. I guess not.. Yes, it's fine. You can film..."

Sebastian nods and looks back to his phone, focusing on recording. It wasn't the best way to film but it would have to do. John sits on the other side of Sherlock, far enough way that he knew his face would be in the film, just his jumper. 

Sherlock ignores them, focused on his phone now. It doesn't take long to get Jim's channel up seeing as Sherlock had it bookmarked in his favourite that came up when he clicked on his browser. He soon discovers what they meant by it. 

There on Jim's channel was a new video. Just a few minutes long. 

The title was 'Look what I found in my bed!' and there was no mistaking whose sleeping figure that was on the thumbnail. 

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Author Note: Any of you guys that read Downloading... and aren't aware, there's an update about some competitions. If you're interested, go take a look :D