These parts of me,
Are everything...
Baring all past what you see...
This is my body,
This is my soul...
This is my heart and it all belongs to you...
"Why must I go a week without John here?! Tell me why is this separation necessary?" Sherlock's frustration came through in his words, his anger giving voice to his irritation at the fact that he would be without his fiancee for an entire week. "I don't recall you and Lestrade having to go through this when you got married." He glared at his older brother. Angry at him for demanding that they adhere to tradition.
"That's because they were smart enough to have eloped! Exactly what I've been saying we should do for the past three weeks!" John shouted from the bedroom. "If you had just simply listened when I tried to tell you..."
"Now is not the time for this, John." Sherlock stated with a huff.
"There never seems to be time for anything, Sherlock, that's the problem now, isn't it?" John walked into the front room, ignoring the angry looks on both Sherlock and Mycroft's faces. "If you would have simply listened when we started all of this..."
"Well, I am listening now. I do not understand why I must go a week without you here? What is the difference between you staying here or staying at Lestrade's old flat?" Sherlock's lips turned down in a petulant frown. The wedding planning wasn't going as he had hoped and it was beginning to wear on his nerves. He had hoped for a small, quick affair but it was turning into something far more. "Is there nothing else that can be done?" He didn't want to be without John for any amount of time, no matter what tradition dictated.
John looked at him and smiled, "Don't get angry with me, love. I told you a week ago I wanted to just be done with all of this and elope. You insisted on waiting, now here we are." John walked over and kneeled in front of the frowning brunette. "It's only a week, Sherlock and we'll be able to see each other on cases so it's not all that bad."
"It's bad enough, John." Sherlock said with a pout. "What about..." Sherlock flushed as he tried to convey his message to John without having to state it outright in front of his brother. He looked up into the sky blue eyes and wondered if he could survive a week without him. "What about after cases." Sherlock asked softly.
John leaned forward, a grin curving his lips. "You're the genius, why don't you figure it out." He knew what the shy brunette was asking and why he hesitated to say anything in front of his brother. "It's only a week Sherlock, after that there is nothing standing between us."
Sherlock smiled, John was right. They would only be separated for a week and he was bound to find a number of reasons to see him in between that time anyway. "You promise?" He needed to reassure himself that he would still be welcomed though, no matter what.
"I promise." John whispered against his lips. He knew what was going through his mind. All the different scenarios that could occur if he weren't around to protect John. "Greg and I have plans through out the week but I will most definitely be seeing you."
Sherlock smiled, pleased at John's words. "I still do not think it should have to be a week but I will leave it be for now."
John chuckled at the statement, "Well, we still have the option..."
"I do not believe, Dr. Watson, that mummy would give you the chance after having missed out on my wedding." Mycroft stated softly. He could only imagine what his brother was feeling, was surprised at the surge of relief that flooded him as he looked at Sherlock's face. Thoughts of his husband entered his mind and he couldn't help the smile that curved his lips. "However, if you require assistance, do not hesitate to ask." At both John and Sherlock's incredulous looks, he inclined his head to hide the light flush covering his face. "Gregory reminded me exactly why we did not have an extravagant wedding. Contrary to what you may believe..." Mycroft looked between the two. Knowing his next words would probably surprise them both. "We did not want all the fuss that mummy and grandmere are capable of causing." Looking at Sherlock, Mycroft gave him a small smile. "It was better to have eloped than it would have been to wait."
"Mycroft..." Sherlock started, his gaze on his brother but his mind taking in the implication of his words. Until he suddenly stood up, a grin on his face.
John rocked back on his heels as he looked between the two, trying to figure out what had just happened. He saw the smug smirk on Mycroft's face and the pleased one on Sherlock's. "Wait, what's going on now? Why would it be better to elope, especially since we've waited this long." John watched as Sherlock picked up his violin and started to play. "Sherlock?"
Sherlock gave John a small smile as he played a soft melody. His mind was racing, if what Mycroft implied was possible, he and John wouldn't have to wait the full week. Which was far better than what he had originally thought. The trick would be getting around his mother and grandmother. Sighing softly, he knew they would both be disappointed but a week without John was simply unacceptable. They'd gone through so much to get to this point and logically, Sherlock knew that a week wasn't that much longer but after having to go without his blogger for almost three years, then him marrying that woman...Sherlock gave an angry shake of his head, his bow sliding across the strings with a sharp screech. No, waiting a week was not something he was willing to do.
"Sherlock?" John looked at the curly, headed brunette, curiosity running rampant through him. He knew the looks on both Holmes brothers faces. Eyes narrowing to dangerous slits, John planted his feet and stood at military parade rest. "William Sherlock Scott Holmes, if you do not answer me right now, so help me..." John watched as Sherlock stopped and looked at him. The pale, ice blue eyes widened in surprise as his tongue peeked out to lick his lips. John could feel the familiar heat coiling in his stomach as he watched Sherlock struggle to control his response in front of Mycroft.
"W-we can elope, I'll plan everything. Three days o-or less, do not say no John, please. A week is simply to long and with everything we've gone through, I do not think I'll be able to endure mummy's endless round of parties and dinners to introduce my fiancee." Sherlock had instantly stopped when John said his full name. The words having the opposite effect with him than with anyone else. That tone made him want to answer, among other things. He watched as John thought about what he said and was delighted to see when John gave in.
"Three days, a-are you sure? I mean, where and how would you get this done? Will I see you while you're doing your planning?" John looked up at Sherlock, he was standing directly in front of John, his violin and brother both forgotten. "Sherlock, can you really put it together in three days?"
"I put our anniversary party together, with some help but I can do it. For you, John, I'll do anything." Sherlock looked down at the blond man in front of him. He felt the need to claim John as soon as possible. He didn't want to run the risk of something happening to either of them. "We're supposed to be leaving for Sussex Friday. What if we left Wednesday and had a small ceremony? W-we can call Harry and let her know as well as mummy and grandmere, both who will be understandably upset but ..."
"I will handle mummy and grandmere, Sherlock." Mycroft looked between his brother and his fiancee. He knew Sherlock was worried about John changing his mind and was willing to help ease some of his stress. "I will call Gregory and let him know about the change of plans. Let me know what you come up with brother, again, we will help in anyway possible." Mycroft gave them both a small nod then left the room, phone in hand.
John was mentally going over the plans they had already made. "I can make sure I get off early Wednesday and meet you here o-or at the clinic? I don't think Greg will mind going to the pub in Sussex and I can still be close to you." John flushed despite the statement. He was trying to keep up a strong facade for Sherlock but at the prospect of all the planning being over...
Sherlock reached out and pulled John closer to him. "I should have just listened but I thought...I wanted to give you something you wanted."
"This isn't what I wanted, Sherlock. I wanted something simple, small, intimate. Something for just us not the entire country to see." John said softly. He wasn't a fan of the extravagant affair their wedding was slowly becoming. Hated having to do all of the fittings and resizes and pictures...although he loved the pictures with Sherlock in a tux, they fueled his imagination with fantasies he preferred to keep to himself. "I've had the big wedding and look what it got me? With you, I'd like to be able to enjoy it and not worry if someone is going to pop up and try to kill or kidnap us."
"So, you don't mind not having it here in London?" Sherlock wanted to be sure before he went ahead with any further plans.
"Actually, I'd prefer it if we weren't in London. We were planning on staying in Sussex for a month, why not get there a few days early?" John was warming up to the idea, feeling more in control of their planning than he had in weeks. "Do you think we would be able to find a bakery there? I kind of hate the idea of not at least having our wedding cake." John sighed wistfully. The cake was a simple one, two tiers done in both his and Sherlock's favorite flavors...strawberry and chocolate. John couldn't help flushing as he remembered how long it had taken them to make a decision. Sherlock had been set against strawberry, claiming it to be to boring for their wedding. John had disagreed, claiming it was their favorite and what he wanted. It had ended up being a fight which lasted for almost three days, until Sherlock had apologized. He had admitted to being difficult because he thought that was what he was supposed to do.
"John? I am sorry, I did not...that is how it is done in the movies and on television. I did not know it was wrong until I asked Lestrade what I should do." Sherlock stood in the doorway of their bedroom.
John looked at Sherlock, "You, ah, you talked to Greg about us?" John wasn't sure how to feel about that. Angry Greg hadn't said anything or relieved Sherlock had actually had someone to talk to.
Sherlock had flushed a light pink. "I did not wish to go to Mycroft and the only other person I could talk to that knows you was Lestrade. I was wrong John, for trying to be so difficult. I did not mean for it to go this far." Sherlock looked at John. "Please, do not be angry with me any longer, the silence between us..."
"Won't continue, come to bed love." John let out a soft chuckle. "You crazy git, you don't have to be difficult, Sherlock, just be happy." John hugged his detective close once he was in bed. "I'm not asking for anything else but that."
Sherlock had nodded against John's chest, his arms wrapped around his blogger. "Seeing you happy, makes me happy John."
"We can always see if the cake can be picked up early. Maybe we can convince them that it's what mummy wants, if not, I will find a way to get the cake you want, John." Sherlock squeezed John tighter. He knew how important the cake was to John and if that's what John wanted then he would have it. "When is Lestrade supposed to be here?"
John frowned, "I don't really know, ready to get rid of me already?" John grinned, a small pain tightening his chest.
"No, I was...w-would it be to much to ask for breakfast...in bed with you?" Sherlock could feel the heat of the man in front of him. Feel his heart beat as it picked up speed. He was loath to hurry John's departure and would put off anything not John related. "We don't have to do anything, I would just like to spend sometime alone with you."
John smiled, letting out the breath he was holding. "That sounds like a good plan. Let me call Greg and have him come by later." At Sherlock's pleased smile, John gave him a quick kiss and headed to the kitchen. He pulled out his phone and sent off a quick text to Greg while looking in the fridge. He wasn't sure what they would eat for breakfast but Sherlock had asked, and he was more than willing to accommodate.
Sherlock watched as John walked to the kitchen, then sent a text to Mycroft.
Wednesday morning, 9 a.m. The church at Sussex. John and Lestrade still leave tonight, we leave tomorrow. Help with arrangements would be appreciated. - SH
Closing his phone, Sherlock headed to the bedroom. He wanted to straighten up before they decided to hide out most of the day. John was always cleaning up, making him food, and taking care of him. If he and Mycroft cou...
Will send Alastair to get the house in order. Anything specific send to Anthea. Will tell Gregory of the change in plans, can have them leave tomorrow morning and we still leave in the evening, more time would be good...for us all, dear brother.
"John!" Sherlock shouted with a grin. More time would indeed be very much welcomed. He walked into the kitchen and waited for John to turn around.
"Sherlock?! Everything ok? What's the matter, why are you shouting? Has there been a murder or something?" John drifted off as he turned and looked at the happy grin on Sherlock's face. It hit him again that he was probably one of the only people other than Mycroft and Greg, to see this side of the sociopathic detective. A side that he was more than happy to protect from outsiders or those who wished them harm.
"You can stay the night, John, you and Lestrade will leave in the morning, Mycorft and I will leave that evening. We can have the ceremony Wednesday morning at nine instead of Friday." Sherlock said, taking pride in the fact that things had been handled so quickly.
John grinned, "Brilliant, Sherlock. Absolutely fantastic work." He framed the others face between his hands, pulling him down for a kiss. "You're the most brilliant man I've ever had the pleasure of meeting." John whispered against Sherlock's mouth. He pressed a gentle kiss against the cupid's bow mouth and smiled at the soft groan that he received. "Come on, let's get some snacks together and get back in bed. You can tell me about your latest experiment."
Sherlock nodded, pleased with the way things were currently progressing. "Nothing new really, just a few mold and bacteria slides. Nothing I'd want to talk about in bed." He flushed as John's gaze heated, looking him over from head to toe.
"Oh? Well then, what did you have in mind to talk about?" John's grin turned devilish as he watched Sherlock struggle to hide his response. Ever since they had gotten engaged, things between them had become different. Sherlock didn't hide his emotions as much and John learned he loved it. The blushes and his stammer, both endearing qualities for someone who was usually so snarky.
Sherlock looked away from the knowing gaze, opting to leave the room instead. "If you have to ask, John, then you truly are an idiot."
John's laugh followed Sherlock all the way to their bedroom. He smiled as he moved around the room, straightening up as he went. If he interpreted the laugh correctly and with John, he usually did, they would be spending the rest of the day in bed.