Orders

John lounged in the doorway to Sherlock's bedroom, and chuckled at Sherlock's angry muttering as he made another violent adjustment to his tie. "So! The big day! Just sorry I can't be there, mate."

Sherlock stilled, and John's eyes narrowed.

"How did Mycroft force you to accept this knighthood?"

Sherlock whirled to face him, and grinned. "He promised me company." He produced an RAMC dress uniform from his wardrobe, and shoved it at John. "Wear this."

"What?"

"Mycroft sent it."

"I…"

"Do hurry up! His car should be here in less than twenty minutes."

"I'll kill you for this, Sherlock!"