"No, I'm um, I'm Shannen. You've probably met Jo?"
"The girl Ben brought down? Yes, yes, sorry, but in fairness you do have my face on your head."
The mask was horizontal on the top of her head, as if it were a pair of sunglasses sitting idle while the clouds shrouded the sun.
"Oh, sorry," she replied, "It's a long story."
"Do you want me to take you to Jo? I can get you past the crowds."
"No, it's fine. I'm meeting Eliza here."
"Oh yes, Eliza of Shaliza."
"You've heard of us?"
"Oh, yes. I'm a big fan of Jo's blog. The sidebar is very ... interesting."
"Jolly John?"
Jolly John
"Yes," he replied, "Jolly John. Did you enjoy merging me with yourself?!"
Nobody would ever be able to convince Shannen that his next action was not a 'click-click-click-the-fingers-of-sass.
"I jest of course," he continued, "I mean, it's clearly Moffat."
Eliza scanned the crowd like she was locating a target. Well, she probably was, since Shannen would surely die from fangirling the moment of their reunion. Not to mention the fact that they were being reuntied by B E N E D I C T C U M B E R B A T C H. The Sherlock crowd was huge and she knew Shannen had headed to the Guest Room, so she headed there without delay. She hoped Ben and Jo would get here soon. She really wanted to thank Ben for getting them these tickets. Plus, he'd sort of integrated into the group just as much as any other Sherlockian. He gave them spoilers and posted photos of him and Martin messing around on set. With Sherlock, a spoiler was like a dead cow on a desert island; you had to make it last as long as you could. But with Ben around fangirl ammunition was in abundance.
She hesitantly entered the Guest Room. Was she definitely meant to be here? Hopefu- What the? Was that ... was that Martin Freeman wearing a Martin Freeman mask? Good God, it was. Sat on the couch and laughing her head of, was Shannen.
"Shannen?" Eliza asked, "What's going on?"
"What do you mean?" a muffled voice from behind the mask asked, "Shannen here is simply, well, she is laughing like a hyena at my face!"
SASS. It was here already. Just as promised.
"Erm...okay...are you like, um, Freeman squared now?"
"I think I am Freeman to the power of Freeman."
"Definitely," Eliza replied, simply unable to comprehend that this conversation existed.
A loud bell signalled the recapturing of the Guests - or release, depending on how overwhelmed they were by the British fandom public. British Fandom Republic. What Eliza wouldn't give to live there. Well, today, at Comic Con, she did. Martin handed Shannen the mask.
"Here, take the jumper. I have an idea."
He handed what could be described only as a cardigan to Shannen, which she slung over her shoulders, while he grabbed Shannen's jacket from the couch. The moment he got it somewhat fitting him - without even time to jeer at how much his cardigan hung round Shannen's shoulder - Ben and Jo strolled through the door.
"Wow, gah!" Martin breathed, with surprising fluency of the language of fangirl.
Shannen followed his lead, "You took your time with getting here. Did you get stuck in some fangirl's underwear?"
Ben burst into full laughter that had been the theme song to the party he'd organised the year before. He doubled over with Jo leaning precariously on him as she too collapsed into a fit of giggles, even once they'd swapped back their clothes and other, less in-touch-with-the-fans actors and writers had begun to file in the door.
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