Here it is guys, the final chapter *sniffs!* I'm so happy that you read this, each and every one of you who emailed in, marked this in your favourites or even reviewed, I love you all very much, you've made this a real pleasure to write.
I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I loved writing it, keep spreading it about and don't hesitate to contact me if you want anything *cough* sequels *cough* :P
Also, the easter egg was found by the lovely , who correctly guessed that the Easter egg was how 'ridiculously photogenic' Greg looked.
Love Jess. x
(PS: I own nothing of this, not Sherlock or any creation of the BBC, nor the Christina Perri song that I reference. Go listen to 'A Thousand Years,' it basically sums up this whole story.)
Throughout Sherlock's vows John felt choked up, felt the tears threatening to spill out onto his shoes, felt every piece of his being feel elated and sing for joy. John beamed at Sherlock as he finished his vows then the doctor began his own.
"Sherlock. We met nearly five years ago. I limped into your life and you bounded into mine, not a care in the world. I felt so drawn to you and your energy, with you I felt like there was nothing at all wrong with the world. Pretty quickly I fell in love with you. I fell in love with the way you instantly know everything about a case by looking at a single corpse, I fell in love with your quirky nature, your violin playing at three in the morning, I fell in love with all those things that should annoy me, how you forget the milk, how you leave body parts in the same place as we keep food!"
After letting the chuckle from the congregation subside, he continued. "I fell in love with these things because no matter how annoying people think they should be, they are the things that make you Sherlock." John paused, seeing Sherlock's face melt in front of him. John took his hands in his own. "I love each and every part of you Sherlock Holmes, from your messy bed head curls down to your ticklish toes." He smiled back at the detective. "I loved you then, I love you now and I'll always love you."
Sherlock wiped away a tear from his cheek and heard the delightful words "I now pronounce you wed" announced. He stepped closer to John, smiling as he did so. "I love you John." He leant in and kissed his now husband lovingly, hearing the crowd clap and cheer as they shared their first marital kiss. The two men parted, staring at each other longingly but content to lose themselves in each other's eyes.
Mycroft Holmes was one of the throng of attendees at the wedding and looked upon his brother with a smile on his face. He turned to Greg and said "We all knew that John was the marrying kind. He's loyal, dedicated and loving. What we didn't know was that the person at the end of the aisle would make such a difference. The person at the end of the aisle was the difference between walking down the aisle orlimping down it." The two men smiled at each other. "At least the right person was there for him. At least the right person was there for the both of them." Greg smiled. "I can't believe I'm now related to Sherlock!"
Mycroft grinned and began to file out of the building, out to the reception.
The reception was a quiet affair, the newlyweds happy enough to just enjoy the company of their closest friends (and Anderson, John had insisted that he was invited.) Sherlock and John did the rounds, accepting the congratulations of their friends and family, trying to figure who was more confused out of when Harry gave Sherlock a rib-crushing hug or when Mummy Holmes gave John a rib crushing hug too. Enjoying the wedding rites, Sherlock didn't make any comments on the clichéd nature of their happiness, he just enjoyed it. They took turns messing cake in each other's faces, turning towards the flashes of many cameras hand in hand, until it was the time for their first dance.
Sherlock and John both worried about this, Mycroft had been in charge of most of the wedding, including the music choice. Sherlock gave his brother a worried look as the two men took to the dance floor in hushed silence. The first few bars of a heartfelt piano solo danced out of the speakers, provoking a smile from John.
"What song is this?" Sherlock pondered.
John sniffled slightly. "It's your song. I played this song when you came back, I played this song whenever I missed you, and it's perfect. Just like you are." Slowly they began to dance, both listening to the words of love and hope that caressed their ears.
I have died everyday waiting for you And all along I believed I would find you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more.
And all along I believed I would find you
Both men with tears in their eyes looked at each other, knowing that they would always be together, knowing nothing could ever separate them again. With hope for the future set deeply in their hearts, they danced together, never letting each other go. Because never was there a tale of such love than of Sherlock and his Dr Watson.