She'd made it, she thought, as she stood on the edge of the gaping whiteness and breathed a sigh.
Her hands were shaking and weak, covered in scratches- a misogyny wank there, an elitist wank here, and so and so forth. But in a way it was these battlescars that had made it all worthwhile. Because beneath all of it- not just the wank or the memes or the bloody jam or the reblogs or the comics or the crack, or the hate or the crossovers or the fanfics, or the trolls or the elitists or the hipsters, or the song parodies or the douchebags to the angels high up above- beneath all of this, she was just a girl who loved a show, and wanted to see more of it as soon as possible.
And that was enough. She didn't need to be the best fandom that ever existed to still be valid, she knew her love for Sherlock was a real one and that was enough. Her jokes didn't have to be the funniest, her drawings didn't have to be the best, her fanfics the most eloquent. No fandom truly needs that. All they needed was a genuine like of the show, and that's something that no one can compete on because anyone who's ever been in fandom has it.
And she had made it. It had been a rocky journey, not the fire and brimstone she'd expected, but also not the fluffy clouds and ice cream fantasy she'd kept tucked away in the idealistic corner of her mind.
But it all felt worth it now as she looked down and saw the DVD boxset in her hands. A note was attached to it, and Fandom grabbed it and opened it eagerly.
It simply read, in a familar font...
"Good shows come to those who wait."
And as she sat down to watch "A Scandal In Bohemia' she knew that it was true.
THE END
Author's Note: This was a fun ride, all! Happy Sherlock day! :3
-Penwo