Princess: This was a prompt from someone on YouTube, and I decided to take it.
Pie: This took about an hour to write, so I hope you like it!
Princess: Sherlock/John fangirls, put on your Slash Goggles, it's gonna be hard to see anything here - except total gayness.
Pie: *sigh* It's totally gay in a presh way. Original video can be found at: /watch?v=FjDKFNgQ6-Q
Princess: Enjoy!
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"John, are you sure we have to do this?" Sherlock Holmes asked his companion as they stood behind a curtain, getting ready for their cue as about fifteen more people scurried around along side them.
They were working on a case that involved three murdered cosplayers - Alice Riley, Blake Martin, and Dana Smith, who were all attending this convention. John, an avid anime-watcher and convention-goer, came up with this idea. Every victim was also in the annual dance, a very hard dance to get into, but a very privileged thing - long wait list that no one, not even Scotland Yard, can get their hands on.
John had the idea that these people were being killed for the ability to get into the dance, so whoever on the wait list was a suspect. The wait list goes in a specific order, so, with that in mind, whoever was in Dana Smith's spot on the stage was the murderer.
The runners of the convention agreed to let Sherlock and John take the spaces of Alice Riley and Blake Martin, so here they were.
A skinny man ran through the crowd of people behind the curtain shouting, "Thirty seconds! Thirty seconds!"
John tensed.
He would never admit it, but he had always wanted to do this.
And now with Sherlock Holmes? It's going to be a feat for the record books if he doesn't break out laughing in the middle of this dance.
And then the curtain was up and Sherlock's eyes were scanning over to Dana Smith's old place on the stage, now taken up by a female we recognized.
"It's Samantha," Sherlock quietly mumbled to himself, not really sounding impressed. He motioned to her, letting Lestrade know that it was her. Lestrade stirred in his chair and pulled out his radio, mumbling something to everyone listening for him. They were to wait until the dance was over.
The whole crowd went silent as the beginning of the song started pumping through the speakers.
"John!" Sherlock hissed under his breath. "How does this go again?" John smiled to himself.
"Just follow our lead." He whispered back, putting his wrists on the top of his head, getting ready.
The cue dropped and everyone's hips started shaking in unison, their hands clenching and unclenching at the top of their heads.
Along with Sherlock Holmes.
"U-u-uauah!" they chanted, "U-u-uauah!"