Author's Note: As I said, just a short little Sherlolly one-shot. Still, I'm pretty proud of it. Also, I will be making a sort of companion piece in Molly's POV. However, read at your own discretion, as hers will be vastly different from Sherlock's romantic one, with a bit of a crossover.
Enjoy. Please review, I'd love to hear your thoughts.
This had been years in the making. The inevitable conclusion to their relationship. A woman with an infatuation turned love and once unrequited feelings with a self-proclaimed sociopathic consulting detective. He had been truly cold inside, left broken by a trauma that he was unaware he has until only a few years ago. Sentiment a notion he scoffed at and refuted.
After all, sentiment was not an advantage.
Yet, how could he have withstood the force of it?
With her mousy appearance and equally timid behavior, how could he have anticipated the tsunami of emotions that he would soon associate with the thought of her?
Those unassuming, big doe eyes that stared at him with such warmth and trust despite the wrongs he had committed against her for no apparent reason other than the enjoyment of causing her pain. Looking back at his sickening actions, he wished with everything that he could erase the cruelty that his words and actions still sometimes caused flickers of insecurities in her expressions during more, ah, intimate moments.
How could he not have fallen against her constant devotion and uncompromising friendship and unfaltering trust?
The answer was simple. He could not. He'd been fighting a losing battle for years, hurting the one who deserved it least in his quest to ignore his feelings. It was unfair to the both of them. The battle was lost, but he did not regret it in the slightest.
Sherlock Holmes loved Molly Hooper. It was as simple as that.
And though he knew he still had a long time before all hurts were completely soothed and that it wouldn't always be easy, he couldn't have been happier.
Why?
Because today was the day that Ms. Molly Hooper would become Mrs. Molly Holmes.
Satisfied, he adjusted his tie once more and nodded to one of the bridesmaids who was also his Best Man's wife, then to the Best Man himself. Mary Watson returned Sherlock's nod while John grinned back at him before both of their attention was distracted by the sound of music.
Everyone turned towards the doors at the end of the isle, and waited.
And finally the soon to be Mrs. Holmes walked through, and Sherlock's heart burst happily at the sight of his bride.
Molly certainly belonged in white.
'And,' he thought with no small amount of awe, 'by my side.'
