AHA. You thought it was a one shot, didn't you? So did I, until my sister badgered and badgered and badgered me over and over for the reactions of the commenters.
Many of you have thanked the irritating piece of shit that is my sister, please save your breath. She took the prompt out of a fic she read called "Live Show" by orphan_account. It's a Supernatural fic, I would recommend you guys read it.
Lastly! Yes, I have to write Episkey but you don't understand! I wrote most of the second chapter and then lost it in the laptop glitch which is the writer's dread. So here I am, unable to write the second chapter, and studiously writing my other fics.
First Livestream livestream by Miss Mouse currently in progress.
"Oh," said the black haired boy. "This is –"
"Live, yes," Molly squeaked.
Sherlock paused. "I don't suppose it matters much."
"Sherlock!" Molly breathed. "Of course it does."
"Right," he said. "I don't wish to pressure you, but an answer to my previous question would be … appreciated."
"Sherlock," said Molly, almost in tears. "Now?"
"Not necessarily –"
"Oh my goodness, Sherlock – yes. I say yes. Can we meet later, please?"
"Of course," he said. "I'll text you."
Molly collapsed on her chair. She glanced at the camera, and at the screen. She squinted.
"Oh, no," she groaned, immediately peering closely at the screen.
"I think my laptop is about to explode," she said. "I can't – slow down! Oh my god, one comment at a time – oh, holy hell – no, it wasn't non-consensual, I promise! No, he didn't! My laptop is heating up, can we all please calm down? Guys! Stop screaming. Oh for god's sake – cauldronbubble has left a comment which is just 'AAAAAA' a thousand times. I am ending this livestream early."
She paused.
"Although, you know – I know Meena is very busy and isn't watching, and neither is John because of our agreement. I know it's probably impossible, but please don't tell them?"
The feed went dead.
suckIT25: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT JUST HAPPENED
cauldronbubble: guys wtf. guys. guys. i can't breathe.
theworldburned2714: HE JUST APPREAERED OUT OF NWHEERE
itwas42: I'M SHIPPING IT SO HARD I'M GOING TO PUNCH A WALL
cauldronbubble: guys i don't even like him and i'm tearing up at his dumb speech what is this
hellodarknessmyoldfriend: look man I thought they both couldn't stand each other and I don't even know how to react I feel like the world has been flipped on its head
icecreamrevenge: no way no way no way
OhNoNotThere: I went away for fifteen minutes and there's a shit storm in the comments what happened
roundtablerhonda49: nobody tell him
cauldronbubble: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HermioneGrangerWasHere: he or she can just rewind and watch oh my god
OhNoNotThere: but what happened?
theworldburned2714: sHERLoCK ADN MOLLY KSSIED
roundtablerhonda49: in English, please.
OhNoNotThere: wAHT
Roundtablerhonda49: looks like they got the gist of it
suckIT25: these two are such awful, disgusting pieces of trash. i am. i am so disgusted by this. i'm going to burn down my laptop.
DoctorWhatWhyWhenWhere: I honestly don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't this
GrootIsMe: I don't know molly becoming spontaneously pregnant felt more likely.
TheLannnistersOweMeMoney: let's be honest, the real question is who is going to tell john
wittlewonwon53: but she said not to tell
GrootIsMe: yes I agree with won won here. she said don't tell. plus, it'll be hilarious if we just go and capslock "THE SECRET" all over his comments section.
suckIT25: hey why don't we
Can Someone Please Explain This New Meme? uploaded two hours ago by by Bitchin Through The Day. 1:22
The black haired girl camein focus, and she looked a little bit irritated. "Okay, I don't normally do this, but I couldn't figure out this thing that all of you have been leaving all over my videos – just capslock comments which say 'The Secret.' I need to know what meme you are referencing, people! What's going on? Who said what? I even googled, but either Know Your Meme hasn't updated yet, or it's a very niche one. So – tell me down in the comments, and please don't type in 'The Secret' all in capitals without context. It's very disorienting."
What's the Secret? uploaded twenty minutes ago by Jon Hotson. 2:11
The sandy haired boy smiled at the camera, and said: "So, everyone's been very busy typing – in capitals, by the way, 'The Secret.' I have no idea what the secret is, but it feels like everyone's really busy with it, because that's all some of you are doing. And when people in the comments have asked, no one's said a word. So, can some of you explain what is going on? It's a very well kept secret, I must say. I've looked on facebook to see if it is a new meme, but I don't think so – not really trending, or anything. I should probably ask Sherlock to check Twitter." He looked up from his phone.
"You know, it could be tumblr. In which case, the best person to ask would be Meena."
He immediately dialled a number, and put the phone to his ear.
"Oh – let me just put it on speaker."
The ring was heard. It rang once, it rang twice and in the middle of the third ring –
"Hello?" came the voice.
"Hi, Meena!" said John.
"Oh – hey John," said Meena.
"Are you busy?"
"No, what's up?"
"Well – there's this new meme – I dunno if you've seen it floating around on tumblr, because I only use Facebook. Something by the name of 'The Secret.'"
"Oh my God – people are doing that to you too? I have no idea, John, I got so many comments with those two words typed in caps!"
"Same here," said John. "So, nothing on Tumblr? Or Instagram?"
"Both of those platforms are practically siblings by now, John – their meme feed is very similar. And no, nothing on either."
"Strange."
theworldburned2714: THE SCERET
cauldronbubble: THE SECRET
lukeiamyouruncle: a whole video over a meme? Haha, wonder what's going on.
hellodarknessmyoldfriend: THE SECRET
OhNoNotThere: THE SECRET
roundtablerhonda49: THE SECRET
iAmADuckBilledPlatypus: ughjohn when will you post something about a case?
Oh my god you guys what are you doing uploaded five hours ago by Miss Mouse. 3:33
The brown haired girl looked rather worried. There were crease lines on her forehead, as she looked at the camera and said: "Guys I've been watching John and Meena's recent videos and oh my god – what are you doing? Please stop! They're going to ask me soon, and then what will I say?"
She looked around helplessly. "And no, he's – well, we're – erm, look, I'm not comfortable talking about it? I'm not – well, not sure, that is. I don't even know – Sherlock isn't – we aren't – that means, we are – but also, we're not – oh god, there's no coherency here."
She took a deep breath. "Okay, here's the thing. I am not sure what Sherlock is doing, or what I am but we're – I dunno – involved? A mess? A scientific disaster? I don't know. You can write whatever fanfiction you want."
She paused. "Oh – hang on – he's calling."
She picked up the phone.
"What's up?" she asked. "Oh, did you solve it? Oh, good – John? Of course – right, I'll be there in a minute."
She glared at the camera.
"It's for a case," she hissed.
suckIT25: UGH LOOK AT THESE DISGUSTING, HORRIFIC PEOPLE I AM SO DISGUSTED. This fuckin sherlolly ship such bloody trash
lukeiamyouruncle: okay look man what is your problem? You shouldn't go around being baselessly irritating, especially when we all love the pair.
OhNoNotThere: no no
cauldronbubble: noooooooooooo listen suckIT25 doesn't mean it
hellodarknessmyoldfriend: cauldronbubble, you can't explain anything. Lukeiamyouruncle, the thing is – that's how suckIT25 expresses emotions of happiness. Seriously.
icecreamrevenge: "I am disgusted" = physically incapable of stopping myself from flailing from the almost fanfiction-y cuteness.
Aphra Behn Deserved Better uploaded three hours ago by Bitchin Through the Day. 5:02.
3:45 – 4:40
"No, you don't understand," said the black haired girl. "The thing is, Aphra Behn was writing a lot more prolifically, so much more interestingly – and I won't deny, there is a lot of rapetastic stuff going on in her writing – particularly, The Rover. But here's the thing – for a woman, to be so outrageously out there – to be talking about women's bodies and how they are viewed, about the double standard of marriage – it was unheard of. Not to mention the fact that she was making money for it – it's not normal, whatever she was."
Meena took a minute. "The thing is – women, they're not supposed to earn money by writing. Writing is – a form of self expression, right? Here's the thing – women have been denied identity outside the designated mother-virgin-whore-bitch dynamic. Self expression implies a fashioning of identity – and that's dangerous, because who knows what she might make of herself? At best, she can be allowed to be a witch or a nun, but beyond that, is it possible for her to have identity? That's where Aphra Behn becomes so interesting – she's a figure who writes, and she earns be her writing. She's also a woman who was a political spy in the sixteen hundreds, for crying out loud. My ex-girlfriend couldn't get a job And obviously, obviously we had to forget her almost entirely."
"History is littered with women like this – so, chances are, we've always been awesome. We've just forgotten it. And this is where I end my video – one last thing – you assholes are still not telling me what the bloody secret is – and it's driving me up a wall. I swear to god, I am ready to kill a bitch at this point."
"In any case – if you liked this video, give it a thumbs up and subscribe to my channel for more!"
The case of THE SECRET uploaded ten minutes ago by Jon Hotson. 2:33
The sandy haired boy came into focus, and with him was the boy with black hair and curls. Sherlock was pacing up and down, unable to stop himself and John smiled at the camera. "Since none of you are telling us what 'The Secret' is, and Sherlock is eating my head, I have him here attempting to solve it. What do you say, Sherlock?"
"What?" asked the Sherlock looking up from his pacing.
"Do you know what's with the capslock 'The Secret' being posted everywhere?"
Sherlock paused in his tracks. "I have no idea," he said succinctly. "And I really couldn't be bothered, it must be one of those – memes."
The Biological Diversity Niche Problem uploaded three hours ago by Miss Mouse. 20:22
18:15 – 19:30
The brown haired girl craned her head to look behind, to find the black haired boy pacing in her room as well. "Sherlock! Stop poisoning me again and again – I'm not falling for it!"
Sherlock looked distinctly annoyed. "But I thought that it would be okay for me to poison you now."
"No, no – poisoning is never okay. I'm trying to finish filming here."
"You and John are both being boring," said Sherlock.
"It isn't our job to entertain you!" said Molly.
"Your arguments are better structured than John's narratives, though," said Sherlock.
Molly blinked, "Thanks?" she said.
"Finish your analysis, then we have to go to the lab."
Molly grinned. "Okay," she said. "What do I get in return?"
Sherlock frowned – "You get absolutely no – oh. You're teasing me."
She smiled. "A little bit. Go downstairs, Sherlock, I think I made some sandwiches and put them in the fridge. Pick those up."
"Why do you need sandwiches?" asked Sherlock, going to the door.
"I need snacks, even if you live inhumanly," Molly called after him.
She returned to the camera. "Right – I will see you later, people. Subscribe if you liked – Miss Mouse, not sure what my channel is about, but here we are."
Livestreaming Together! Livestream by Jon Hotson is currently in progress.
John Watson's room comes into focus as the feed begins to upload directly. Alongside him is the black haired girl and the brown haired girl. "Hey everyone. Since there are no good cases around at this time, I decided to get Miss Mouse and Bitchin Through the Day – Meena, honestly, your username makes me uncomfortable, but I know you made it that for that specific reason – on for a livestream. Sherlock is, thankfully not here – Molly distracted him with an experiment, I think."
Molly blushed.
Meena elbowed her. "What's up with you? You've been odd for quite some time."
"Nothing, nothing," said Molly, waving her away.
"Is it a secret?" asked John wagging his eyebrows.
"Don't say that word to me," said Meena, annoyed. "You don't even know how irritating it is to see a slew of comments with 'The Secret' typed in all caps."
Molly began to fidget with her jumper.
"Do you happen to know what its all about, Molly?" asked John.
"Me?" asked Molly. "No, no. They've been typing it in my videos as well."
"Do you think Sherlock is planning something against us and everyone's in on it?" asked John suspiciously.
"We're not that important, John," dismissed Meena. "Oh – I think your doorbell rang."
"Mum will get it," said John. "What was I saying?"
The door opened, and a blonde haired girl wearing a bright red jacket entered. She was smiling mischievously, and she waved at everyone. "Hi, Meena, Molly!"
"Mary!" said John.
"Sorry I'm late, John," said Mary, taking off her scarf and throwing it over the headboard of the bed. "I came here to tell you both that you're really rather oblivious."
"What?" asked John. "Hang on a tick – I never asked you to come."
Molly was tomato red, chewing her lip.
"No, but I figured I should before you hit yourself on the foot again," said Mary cheerfully. She sat down on the bed, and smiled at them. "Meena, John. You should really watch Molly's videos more often."
"Mary – don't –" began Molly, her voice uncertain.
"Specifically her first livestream," Mary barrelled on. "And skip to the part in the end. I'd say thirty-oh-one-oh-two."
Meena and John looked at Molly.
"Thankfully," said Mary. "I have my laptop here with me loaded to the exact moment we need. John, give me your WiFi password."
"It's Watsons and the password is 'Sherlock go away' – no spaces, no capitals," said John.
Meena raised her eyebrows.
"He keeps getting in the WiFi!" said John defensively.
"Guys – is this necessary right now?" asked Molly desperately.
"Molly, shut up. John – I'm sure that master crafted password is something he would never guess," said Meena. "Mary?"
"Got it!" said Mary. She put the laptop in front of the three people, dragging a chair in front of the camera.
Molly peered from behind her fingers, while Mary grinned ecstatically and triumphantly.
From the laptop, Molly's voice could be heard saying, "Oh – Sherlock."
"Mary," groaned Molly.
"Hush, Molly. I am darkness, your old friend," she added with a wink.
Molly buried her face further into her fingers.
The laptop was heard saying "Molly, I've got to talk to you."
John and Meena's faces of identical confusion, dawning realisation, sustained surprise and mounting amusementwere high entertainment indeed.
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