|The second time Sherlock is married
Author: imagined-experiences PM
Short drabble on the late wedding of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.Rated: Fiction K - English - Sherlock H. & John W. - Words: 391 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 1 - Published: 10-03-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7434148
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A/N: I do not own Sherlock.
This is literally a dream I had.
And thank you Ela for beta-reading this!
It's actually the second time Sherlock's getting married. The first time was a lifetime ago, with his job. Now, he is in early sixties and it's with John Watson.
The car stops in front of the hall where the ceremony will be held tomorrow. The city is quiet and grey. John still wonders why they are doing this now. Sherlock paces and walks in circles in the building, always his bubbling self even with a limp. John smiles and follows the two women who explain him the papers they will need and how it's going to go. The wedding will only be the public ceremony officiating what everyone knows for decades now. No party, no fancy food, just them a couple of guests.
John can tell that Sherlock is stressed and worried which is unfortunately usual this days. The aeroplane crash left scars — his leg of course, but also his brother. It's Sherlock though and he doesn't cope like everyone else. He doesn't do grief, John knows that. Instead he marries him, knowing how his brother would have hated (loved) the public, official ceremony. John has never believed in God, never believed in anything, but he feels the urge to pray for everything to be okay. He doesn't though.
Sherlock comes to him, demanding his phone. "Lestrade can't come," he says. John had expected that; Gregory had retired in the country side after being shot last year and travelling was still painful to him. "We need him," Sherlock urges, and John understands he's the only guest they really want there.
Mrs. Hudson died a while ago and with Mycroft dead, Lestrade is the only remaining friend from Sherlock's good days.
We require your presence. You can't cancel. SH
John sends Sherlock's text and one of his own: 'Please, it matters to us. John.'
Sherlock sighs and his forehead hits John's. "Why are we doing this?"
"I don't know, I merely follow you." John smiles.
Sherlock cups John's cheek with his hand. "You never merely followed John." John leans in the touch and kisses the palm of Sherlock's hand.
Nothing can go wrong.