There had never been anyone before.
None who stayed.
Sherlock's mind was racing, despite his best intentions to keep it together today. The wedding.
John's suit fit like a glove. Tailored to perfection. Sherlock had made certain of that.
The corsage was of a green carnation, and a soft pink rose bud.
Soft. Suble. Unobtrusive,
And spoke volumes.
Sherlock felt the tears coming to his eyes, and told himself to breathe. Just breathe ... still he could feel his courage slipping, as he began to hyperventilate ...
Then he felt the firm hand Mycroft placed on his shoulder like a steadying rock.
He could get through this.
Eyes closed ... he thought of the relationships of his past ... "friends" who had one by one moved on to calling him "freak"
And wondered ... would John have stayed?
"Brother dear ... open your eyes ..."
Mycroft's voice invited him softly, breaking his fearful torrent of thoughts, "... your husband is waiting?"
Sherlock took a deep breath,
Opened his eyes
And saw him ...
John Watson.
Here. Ready. Willing. Having accepted Sherlock's proposal upon his return from the dead. It was reality? He wasn't dreaming?
Sherlock had lied to John. Hurt him. Cut him more deeply than any man should ever wound a friend, let alone ... a lover ... and still John said 'Yes' ...?
As Sherlock held out his hand, and John took it ... he knew.
Yes. He would have stayed.
He did stay.
And now Sherlock would to. Until death parted them. And only then.
"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband ... to have ... and to hold..." John squeezed his hand and smiled up at him, reassuring and oh, so real ... "... til death do you part?" The minister asked.
Sherlock felt something unfurl in his heart. Something that felt like hope. The hope now reflected in John Watson's deep blue eyes ...
"You know I do, John," he whispered to his soon-to-be-husband. The thought made him shiver with anticipation ...
The minister carried on ... "... and do you John Hamish Watson, take this ..."
"Handsome? Brilliant? Oh, so charming man ...?" John was whispering over the ministers scripted words to Sherlock's wonder. Neither could take their eyes off each other.
At last they felt the minister pause with his question aired?
"Oh God, yes," John nearly giggled replying. His would-be-husband blushing in response.
"You may now kiss-"
They crashed together. Their kiss was all but chaste, and only broken by Mycroft’s tap to Sherlock's foot, and a gruff clearing of his throat.
Sherlock stole the ministers next role, proudly puffing his chest as he announced loudly to the small assembly:
"I am both astonished and humbled to have the pleasure of introducing you to ... Mr. John Hamish Holmes," Sherlock paused, holding the weight of those words, "and the luckiest man on earth-"
"- and also the cleverest" John interjected. Sherlock grinned from ear to ear, "Mr. Sherlock William Scott Watson."
At that John laughed heartily, the crowd cheered; Mrs. Hudson cried.
Sherlock snuck another kiss near John's ear, whispering "you know you do that out loud?"
"You could always stop me like this?" John teased, pulling Sherlock down for another good snog.
Lestrade shouted impishly at their antics, "Oi! Get a room you two!!"
"Already booked!" Sherlock countered ... as John took his hand and raced down the aisle with him.
The start of a new adventure.
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