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A/N Hey My Lovelies!!!!! So...The contact twitters eh? Kristin5687 and I were thinking...what if it's Ben and Martin that are running the twitter accounts? That spawned this and it wound up being angsty af. Kristin has been bugging me for so long to write this one so I hope its everything you thought it would be lol....Enjoy<3

It started as a joke, something to pass the time. A fan had suggested that Ben and Martin start a series of vlogs as John and Sherlock, and that had evolved into the Contact Twitter accounts.

It was fun, staying in character outside the show, developing little inside Jokes with 'John' and keeping the fans updated on what their characters were doing in the off seasons. At first, they were sent scripts, what to tweet and when, but after Series Four aired, the scripts stopped coming.

Martin had been so mad about the new series, even going so far as to refuse to cut his hair for filming.

"I'm not going to cut my hair, because that makes this shit they're putting them through real, and I can't let the fans think that." Ben was worried that Martin would refuse to keep doing the twitter accounts, but then he woke up to tweets from 'John' and he couldn't resist grinning.

On January 29th, Ben and Martin met at Martin's flat for drinks.

It had become a bit of a tradition of the pair, meeting for drinks and celebrating John and Sherlock's anniversary together. They always wound up drunk and doing giggling impressions of their characters.

Tonight, was different though, especially after all the tension that was built between them during filming. It was no secret between the pair that Ben had a crush on Martin, hell, the whole bloody world could see it. There was even a ship name for them; FreeBatch or something.

"Can you believe Mark and Steven cut the kiss?" Martin grumbled, spinning his whiskey glass aimlessly and swaying slightly. Ben liked seeing Martin drunk, his cheeks became flushed and his grin was less sarcastic and guarded, and more open and childlike. "Fucking cowards they are."

"There are lots of fans that don't ship them you know-"

"Yeah, but there are more that do. Those poor fuckers have had a hard-on for each other since day one. It's not fair."

"I know." Martin's eyes suddenly glinted mischievously and he pulled out his phone, dialling a number and winking at Ben as it rang.

"Hello?" The sleep rough voice of Mark Gatiss came through the phone and Ben opened his mouth to question Martin, but was quickly silenced with a hand slapping over his lips.

"Hey Mark, its Martin."

"Martin, it's almost two in the morning, what do you want?"

"The Twitter accounts."

"Are you drunk?"

"Well on my way to it."

"Why do you want the twitter accounts?"

"For fun?"

"Fine, their yours. Good night Martin."

"Night." Martin hung up the phone and crowed excitedly, still covering Ben's mouth with his hand. Not that Ben minded, Martin was touching him. "Let's give the fans what they want."

"Wh-What?" Ben mumbled around Martin's hand, causing the older man to laugh and move his hand away from his lips. He didn't stop touching Ben though, simply shifting his hand so it rested on the taller man's cheek.