Sherlock ignores his friends as they gape and stand either side of him.

He wasn't exactly surprised they were gap in at him, wondering if the Sherlock that had been hitting them all day in an attempt to calm his excitement at meeting this boy, who he worships.

Instead of acknowledging his friend, Sherlock slides a notebook out of his backpack and hands it to Jim.

"Which colour, beautiful?" Jim grins at Sherlock, opening the notebook on the first page.

And that was all it took for Sherlock to break. His cheeks explode with colour as he feels his whole body flush with excitement. God. Jim Moriarty just called him beautiful! And that fucking accent.

Sherlock's palms were sweaty, his nerves rising at the situation completely set in and Jim had broke that calm composure.

Keep calm, Sherlock. He's just like any other guy.. Except prettier and more amazing and funnier and with an Irish accent.

"P-purple, please" Sherlock answers, doing his best to smile.

Jim chuckles and nods. Sherlock wants to punch him for being so god damn cute. The wrinkles around his eyes appeared as he was laughing and a small piece of hair fell from his beanie. God. He was too cute. Sherlock just wanted to kiss him and cuddle him all day long.

You want to punch him and kiss him?

Shut up.

"And what's your name, lovely?" Jim raises an eyebrow, a small smirk on his face as Sherlock's cheeks grew a darker crimson every second.

"I'm not sure if he's breathing" John whispers to Molly, but Sherlock and Jim both heard.

Sherlock tries to scrub the blush off his face by violently rubbing his left cheeks as he answers "Er, my name is Sherlock."

Jim nods and scribbles on the notebook before he gestures to the five different types of posters he had around him. He then hands the notebook back. "You can choose any one of these, if you like. I'll sign that too. Unfortunately, they all have my ugly mug on - so they're free"

Sherlock chuckles nervously. "You couldn't be further from ugly. Erm, I - I like the one with you in the crown"

The poster of Jim in the crown was the same picture he had on his birthday cake just a few days ago. Molly smirks, knowing that Sherlock absolutely loved that sketch.

"Well, thank you, Sherlock. You're quite the looker yourself. I'm loving the curls!" Jim laughs again as he signs the poster too.

Sherlock's not even sure how his blush could get any worse. "I - T-Thank you"

He has to look away from Jim. He can't handle it. Those beautiful brown eyes on him... God. It gave him chills. So, Sherlock looks to John for a few seconds and nods to the books before he look back to Jim and smiles, a little calmer now.

"Oh" Jim says, glancing at John. "This your boyfriend?"

Sherlock pulls a face as John freezes.

"Not gay" John mutters, shoving a five pound note into the collection box before picking up a book. He then opens Sherlock's bag and puts the book inside for him.

"Oh!" Jim repeats, sounding almost relieved. No, Sherlock thinks, I'm imagining that. "Sorry!"

"It's fine" John waves it off. "Common mistake"

Jim looks between Molly and John for a moment but doesn't say anything further on relationships. "Anything for you two?"

Molly shakes her head."No, no. We're fine. Focus on Sherlock. He'll kill us if we get too much attention from you"

Sherlock glares but Jim only laughs. Sherlock turns back to Jim, running a hand through his curls in an attempt to calm himself. It's getting harder to contain the feelings. He's going to need a cigarette after this.

"I'm guessing you're a big fan then?" Jim asks before exclaiming "Oh! And thank you" He nods to the Great Ormond Street Hospital collection box.

"Yeah. I'm a big fan and you're welcome"

"I--"

"Jim" Jim gets cut off by one of the security guards who taps his watch. Sherlock's seen this happen a few times.

Jim's a talker. A big talker.

Face growing serious, Jim nods. "Sorry, gorgeous, time for me to meet others. Is today the only day you're here?"

Sherlock shakes his head. "No. I'll be here for the next two days"

"I'll see you then, alright?" Jim winks at him.

"O-okay" Sherlock nods and waves as he walks away. Jim waves too before he turns and smiles at the next group of people.

The three of them walks away with John and Molly looking at Sherlock, concern painted all over there faces. He's too silent. Too calm. Sherlock would usually be.. Molly thinks the the term is 'fan-boying'. Yeah, fan-boying. He should be over excited and feeling amazing. He just met his dream boy.

Must be the shock, she thinks. They head to the exit and sit with Sherlock while he smokes almost three cigarettes one after the other.

After he throws the third to the floor, Molly takes a seat beside him and squeezes his arm.

"You alright?"

Sherlock raises his head slowly and looks at Molly with a large grin. Without warning, the petite girl is pulled almost aggressively towards Sherlock and enveloped in the biggest, tightest hug Sherlock had ever given anyone.

"You deserve so many awards. Thank you. He's was fantastic" Sherlock grins.

Molly chuckles and smiles so wide that she also closes her eyes. "Glad you enjoyed it, even though you embarrassed yourself a bit"

Sherlock's eyes widen and he gasps, pulling back to look at Molly. "Can you blame me?! You saw him, right? He was fucking beautiful! Seriously. I'm surprised that half the girls there didn't try to drop their trousers the moment they saw him. I swear, I could hear waves crashing they were that--"

"Ew! Ew! Stoooop! I get the point!" Molly covers her ears, face glowing red.

John chuckles, smiling at the two as they had their moment. Molly glares at him when he laughs at her and sticks her tongue out. He shrugs before checking his watch. "We have a few hours. Shall we go back in? Who next?"

Molly and Sherlock glance at each other before looking back to John and saying, at the exact same time, "TheSniper"

John grins. He was a fan of TheSniper, AKA Sebastian Moran, as well. Probably for different reasons. John liked him because he was a tough guy that liked guns and was a bit of a lady killer. Sherlock and Molly liked him because he sometimes appeared on Moriarty's channel and was BFFs with the Irish cutie.

"Let's go! He wasn't far from Moriarty, I saw the table" John gestures for them to follow as he heads back in, flashing his ticket at the guard.

Molly scramble to their feet and do the same, following John towards the back of the room again. Sherlock couldn't help but glance at Jim's table as they lined up a few tables down to wait in the relatively short line for Sebastian.

Jim was talking to a pair of boys, one of the last groups to see him, flashing them a charming smile as they giggled and blushed. Sherlock envied them, despite already before in their position and having those flirty grins aimed at him (he wasn't stupid enough to think that he was the only person Jim called beautiful and flirted with).

Not thinking now was the best time ever to be turning into a green eyed monster, Sherlock turns away and focuses on the line again.

"Maybe.. Ten minutes? Twenty, at most" Sherlock tells them with a shrug, despite neither of his friends asking a question.

"Good. Don't think I'm ready for another three hour line" Molly huffs.

"It was worth it. He's gorgeous"

"And amazing. And pretty. And Irish. And sexy. And you want his babies. Yeah, we know" John laughs, sliding his arm around the taller boy in a quick 'bro hug'. "You're obsessed and we know it"

Sherlock sighs, leaning into the hug with a small smile. "Ugh. I can't help it. He's so amazing... God, his accent. It so was... Ugh! He's beautiful - perfect"

Behind them, someone clears their throat. "And behind you"

Sherlock twists his head round John to see none other than Jim Moriarty standing there.

Freezing, Sherlock's mouth fall open in shock. Oh, God! He heard all that... Every word (Probably).

He heard enough to know it's him you're talking about! Of course he heard everything!

For a moment, Sherlock expected his friend to be supportive as he tries to recover but, no!, they stood there descending into a fit of giggles as Sherlock gaped like a fish and tried to scramble at the remaining shred of respect he had.

Mortified, Sherlock stops trying to form words and lets the blush consume his face as he looks down at his feet, curls flopping over his forehead.

Then, of course, more people decide to join their little party. Apparently, in the time it took for Sherlock to function enough to stop looking like a fish, the line for Sebastian had disappeared and the man (boy?) himself decided to come over and see what the fuss was about.

"Jim... Are you harassing this young man?" Sebastian asks with a laugh, his arm sliding around Sherlock's shoulder.

Without thinking, Sherlock glares up at the unfamiliar touch. Sebastian holds his hand up in defence and offers his hand instead. Sherlock just stares at it and John sort of tugs Sherlock away from Sebastian.

"Sorry, mate, he's a bit out of it. Starstruck." John explains with an apologetic smile at both Sebastian and Sherlock.

"He's not turning rainbow colours, though..." Jim trails off, looking at Sherlock real hard like he was looking for rainbows to magically appear on him.

Sherlock giggles at that before covering his mouth, eyes widening and his face turning an even darker shade of crimson.

Jim laughs, hands slipping into his pocket as he tilts his head and looks at Sherlock, normally this time. "You're cute - plus you laugh at my dumb Mario jokes"

Sebastian gasps, dramatically. "Jim! You break up heart. What happened to baes forever? You said it didn't matter that I think you're dumb Mario jokes are stupid!"

While the joking/flirting maybe made Sherlock a tiny bit jealous, he was glad the attention wasn't on him currently. It gave him a bit of time to recover from Jim fucking Moriarty calling him cute. CUTE! Jim thought he was cute!

Holy shit! Jim thinks I'm cute.

Jim snickers. "Eh. You're yesterdays news, Sniper"

"I'll bounce back. Always do" Sebastian says before turning to Molly and winking at her. "Well, hellooo, darling"

Molly chuckles, nervously tucking hair behind her ear as she too blushes (no where near as much as Sherlock, though).

Jim checks his watch and looks around at Sherlock, John and Molly. "You guys going to the photoshoot? You were in the VIP line, soooo.." He trails off, grinning.

Molly nods. "We are, yeah. Sherlock's been dying to get a picture with you, right Sherlock?"

Sherlock nods and smiles. Suddenly, Jim steps closer and slides his arm through Sherlock's like all the relic gentleman do with their wives. Not helping Sherlock's blush.

"Let's go there then. Sadly, I can't make the line disappear for you" Jim spoke directly to Sherlock. "So I'll see you when you get to the front but we can walk over together, right Sher?..." He pauses for a moment. "Can I call you Sher?"

Sherlock quickly nods. "Sure! Sher's fine"

God, I want to kiss him. He's right here!

Do. Not. Kiss. Him.

"Hey!" John whines "You never let me call you by any nicknames I make up. You don't let Molly either"

Sherlock glares at him. "Shut up, John"

When he looks back to Jim, the boy wiggles his eyebrows. "Am I special then?" He asks, teasing.

"You are" Sherlock answers honestly, beginning to walk towards the photo booth on the arm of Jim Moriarty.

Maybe.. Just, maybe.. Jim had been extra flirty with him.