"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" It's a chant now, as they stand in line to enter the venue and Sherlock had a death grip on Molly's right arm and John's left.

"It stopped being amusing hours ago, Sherlock. Shut up with saying it already" John rolls his eyes.

Molly glares at him a little and he quietens down. Sherlock had ignored him anyway and was still chanting, looking at ahead at the start of the line (only about fifty people in front of them as Sherlock made them get here early).

John was looking at his ticket with a small frown. He raises an eyebrow and looks over at Molly. "What's the different between these VIP tickets and normal tickets?"

Molly smiles "They basically work like fast tracks work at theme parks. We get to stand in a special line to meet people. So basically we wait for less time and get to see more Youtubers because of it"

John nods. "Sherlock only has eyes for one of them"

Molly and John laugh as their oblivious friend continues to bounce of the spot and say 'holy shit'.

Suddenly, Sherlock's death grip tightened. "They're letting people in!" He squeals, practically pressing against the girl stood in front of him.

John sends her an apologetic smile and tugs Sherlock back "Calm down, you idiot"

Sherlock huffs at him and tears away from his grip, but he stays where he's stood and only moves as the line goes. John allows himself a small smile, pleased he'd tamed - albeit briefly - the energetic enigma that is Sherlock Holmes.

When they make it inside the actual venue, even John and Molly have to stare. Tables and partition ropes were stationed across the large hall, the Youtubers sat at a table, ready to greet their fans. Not all the tablets had people sat at however, instead they had a sign stating the times they'd be there - not that that stopped people queuing.

"Damn it. 'M' is going to be right at the back" Sherlock starts hurrying through the crowds, not even bothering to grab John and Molly this time.

Molly and John exchange a look, resembling worried parents, before they rush after Sherlock in a panic. Not only would Sherlock probably find someway to get into trouble if left alone, but also his mother made them promise to keep an eye on him. They all knew how overexcited he got about things he loved (and he sure loved Jim Moriarty).

They find him, of course, in line for Jim. Like quite a lot of the other Youtubers, Jim's table was void of an actual person and on the table sat a sign reading: Jim Moriarty (Moriarty) 13:00-18:00.

Molly and John join Sherlock at the end of the VIP line that had somehow grown to around one hundred people. Well, Moriarty certainly had a lot of fans. The lines, both the VIP and normal consisted of large groups of gushing girls, a few awkward looking boys, a few more boys that were smirking and looking over confident (Molly guessed some of them were here to babysit their younger siblings and some of them were gushing over Moriarty with the girls).

"How the hell did the line get so long already?" John huffs as he stands beside Sherlock. He then checks his watch. "Jesus, Sherlock! He's not here for another two hours!"

Molly's eyes widen. As much as she loved Sherlock and wanted him to be happy, she didn't much fancy standing here for two hours. Immediately, her and John begin exchange guilty looks as they both toyed with the idea of ditching Sherlock and breaking their promise to his mother - they knew they didn't have a chance of convincing Sherlock to budge.

John looks back to Sherlock and raises an eyebrow. Sherlock was looking at a girl with a T-shirt that had a picture of Jim on. Rolling his eyes, John returns to exchanging looks with Molly. He was leaving the decision to her.

Sometimes, Molly swore she spent 85% of her time making decision for these two and playing mum. Well, one of them had to be the responsible.

In the end, she shakes her head. John's shoulders slump but he nods, understanding that it wasn't right for them to ditch their friend and break a promise.

The next two hours tick by slowly. Especially for Sherlock.

He'd managed to strike up a conversation with the girls in front of them and seemed to be getting on okay with them when they'd come up with the ridiculous idea that they could turn Jim straight. Always one for defending subjects related to sexuality, Sherlock told them all that they were stupid and turned his back on them, talking to his friends that he actually came he for.

"Idiots" Sherlock mumbles again, leaning against Molly.

She smiles a little at him and wraps her arm around his shoulders for a brief consoling hug.

"You think everyone's an idiot" John chuckles, then pauses. "Wait. Does that mean you think Jim is an idiot?"

Sherlock answers without hesitation. "Yes. But he's a pretty, funny idiot with a gorgeous Irish accent so it doesn't matter"

Molly shakes her head, laughing fondly. She was about to involve herself in the conversation when screams from their sections filled her ears. Sherlock immediately stands straighter and pushes onto his tip toes.

He goes slack and his mouth falls open, eyes bulging as he sees Jim Moriarty in person for the first time.

There, approaching the table, was his dream boy. Jim had a warm smile on his face as he waved at all his fans, his eyes crinkling up at the sides. On his head sat a blue beanie, just a little of his dark hair poking out of the front. He also wore a beige Jack Wills jumper that Sherlock had seen him wear in a past video - he thinks it may have been a sketch - and, obviously, a pair of jeans (not too skinny, but not exactly loose either).

He looked absolutely perfect to Sherlock and he couldn't bring himself to shout or scream.  He was too awestruck. He watches as Jim rounds the table, batting the sign to the side and taking a seat in the centre of the table. Around him sat posters and so many sharpies in various colours. There was also a book with a little £5 sign beside it and a picture of the logo for Great Ormond Street Hospital (a charity Jim supported hugely for reasons unknown).

"Is he... drooling?" John asks, sounding equally amused and disgusted.

Sherlock wipes his mouth, thankfully finding that he wasn't drooling. He spares a brief moment to glare at John before his eyes flash towards Jim again, just as they let the first group through. The two girls giggle and blush as they approach him.

Sherlock huffs. Molly rubs her feet and peers ahead at the line with a glum expression.

"How long do you think we'll be waiting?" John asks.

Sherlock leans to the side to get a better look at the line. "Maybe another hour"

Molly groans and leans her head on John, closing her eyes. Not needing to think about his actions, John wraps an arm around the girl and pulls her closer in an attempt to soothe her.

Sherlock flashes his friend a smile before he goes back to watching Jim, who was talking to the girls with a smile.

"Oh!" Molly exclaims, in realisation. She straightens, lifting her head from John's shoulder but not moving away. "I forgot to mention that the tickets also mean we get to go to the photo booth thingy, in another 'fast track' line"

Sherlock grins and leans over to plant a kiss on her forehead. "Best birthday present ever"

"Hey!" John playfully scalds. "The chemistry set I brought you was pretty bad ass too"

They all laugh and easily fall into their usual routine of jokey insults and general messing around. The next hour goes much faster than the previous two and before they know it, they're stood at the front of the VIP line.

Sherlock was bouncing a little, excited and nervous. He groans when the security guards let the group from the other line go before their (even though he knew that was how it would work).

"Calm down, Sherlock. He's here for the next three days and you're going to get a photo with him"

Sherlock nods. "I know but.. bloody hell.. He's right there! Look at him!"

"We can see him, Sher"

"He's so sexy. God. I just want to snuggle up to him forever and save him from all the evil spiders. We'd be so good together..."

"O-"

"He's gorgeous!" Sherlock waves his hands forward "Look, really. He is so beautiful. John, how are you still straight when that walks the Earth?!"

"I-"

"I want to marry him. If I could I'd have his babies. I need to be an Omega, like in the fan fictions. Then I could carry his babies and give him all the pups he wants and be the best Omega ever. We'd bond and be happier than anything. And boy, we'd have fun when I went into heat"

"Sherlock!" John shakes Sherlock, ripping him from whatever he was daydreaming about. "We get the point. You're stupidly in love with him. Just calm down, yeah?"

Sherlock nods, a faint blush on his cheeks. "Right. Sorry..."

Molly smirks, always loving when Sherlock let this act of being an unemotional being slip.

Sherlock slumps for a moment but he perks up again when the security guard approaches them with a smile and unhooks the rope. Sherlock's nails dig into Molly's arm before he approaches the table where the girls that stood in front of them were just walking away from.

John's eyes widen and he and Molly share another worried look as they walk with him. They both cross their fingers that Sherlock doesn't scream in Jim's face.

"Hi!" Jim grins at Sherlock the moment he's stopped waving at the previous fans.

John and Molly brace themselves.

But then, in a smooth and collected voice, Sherlock says "Hello. I'm Sherlock"