Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, people of all ages... I'M BACK! Oh how I have missed the thrill of having a deadline to type stuff and having people review my work, not that school hasn't been basically the same, it's just not as fun =) But now that summer is apon us I shall have alot more time to write this story, which I have some really good ideas for! So I hope this new chapter of this new fanfiction finds everybody in good spirits and good health and, without further interuptions, I present to you the first chapter of Just A Dream. Enjoy!
Abby stared at the woman in the mirror; she was in total awe. The woman was wearing a satin white gown, a lace veil, and a pair of white shoes. But Abby wasn't really looking at the woman's dress, veil, or shoes; she was looking at the woman's eyes, which happened to be her own.
"You look gorgeous, Abby," Mary said from her chair against the wall. Abby smiled back at her before turning to the mirror. She tugged at the hem of her dress, trying to make it stretch out more towards the floor. Mary, a very pregnant Mary at that, stood up and smirked at her.
"Stop messing with it, Will will love you no matter what the dress looks like." Mary waddled over toward Abby and adjusted her god-daughter's veil. Abby pursed her lips and shook her head. She turned around and walked over to the window that overlooked the lawn.
It had taken Abby a month, but she had convinced her Uncle Mycroft to allow her and Will to have the wedding on the grounds of his country home. Staring out over the lawn, she smiled at the view. The altar where they would be saying their vows was positioned right under a pair of willow trees, surrounded by flowers that Patricia absolutely adored.
"Abby!" a certain ten year old cried as she ran into the room. Abby twirled around and smiled at her soon to be sister-in-law. Patricia was dressed in a light blue gown with a pansy on the side. In her small hands she held a basket of flower petals.
"Hey flower girl, you ready?" she asked as she walked over to her. Patricia bounced on her heels and nodded.
"Are you ready?" a voice asked from the doorway, causing Abby to turn. There, leaning against the doorframe, was her father. He was dressed in one of his best suits and, for the first time in a while, his face was clean-shaven and cut/bruise free. Abby smiled at him and shrugged.
"I'm nervous that something will go wrong, happy that this is actually happening, and kind of still in that 'this is just a dream' state." Holmes nodded as he walked toward his daughter.
"Well, he did only ask you to marry him four months ago." he stated, causing Abby to shrug.
"You were the one who said why wait," she said, walking over to the mirror. She started to fiddle with her veil.
"Stop it Abby!" Mary yelled at her, slapping her hand away. "You look fine!" Abby sighed and pursed her lips as she stared at herself in the mirror.
A knock on the door knocked Abby out of her stare off with her reflection. She turned around and spotted Watson standing in the doorway. Like her father, Watson was wearing his best suit and held his walking stick firmly in his left hand. His eyes landed on Abby and a smile fell on his lips.
"You look wonderful, Abby," he said as he walked toward his wife, who smirked.
"Told you." She smiled as Abby rolled her eyes. She sighed and ran her fingers through her brown curls.
"Thanks Watson," Abby said, glancing at herself in the mirror. Her eyes flew past the dress, past her long brown curls, and straight onto the silver cross on her neck. Irene's cross. Irene had been caught after the incident on the bridge and, since the police had not found the diamond that now rested on Mary's finger, had charged her with all her other crimes. She was now facing a sentence of anywhere from five to ten years, but Abby still got to visit her from time to time. Irene was thrilled that her only daughter was marrying the man she was in love with, and wished them the best of luck in their lives.
"Abby?" a voice called from the door, knocking Abby from her flashback. She looked up to see Melissa, Nessa, andEmily standing in the entryway, each wearing a matching blue gown. All three girls' hair had been pulled back into neat looking buns. Abby walked over to her friends and wrapped them all in a group hug, which they all returned. Nessa pulled back and stared at her friend's dress.
"You look awesome, Abby," she said, eyeing her dress, her eyes full of envy. Abby smiled.
"Thanks Nessa." There was a knock on the door and there stood Clarkie, wearing his customary police uniform. Abby looked up and waved at him.
"Hi Clarkie." He walked into the room and nodded to them.
"Mr. Holmes, Dr., Ms. Mary," he looked at Abby, his eyes clear and bright. "Miss Abby, it's time." Abby's breath caught in her throat and she felt a little lightheaded.
"Places people!" Mary stated as she ran, well ran as well as she could, behind the three brides-maids out of the room, Watson on her heels. Holmes walked over and looped his arm through Abby's.
"You ready?" he asked as they walked out the door into the hallway. Abby took a deep breath and nodded. The pair of detectives walked down the hallway and stood in front of two large wooden doors. Holmes turned and stared at his daughter, who was growing pale and taking deep breaths. He sighed.
"Abby," he said, but Abby's eyes stayed glued to the same spot they were in. Putting his finger under her chin, he slowly lifted her head. "You do look beautiful." Abby chuckled.
"You're my father; you're obligated to say that." Holmes shrugged.
"Am I?" he asked in a tone that Abby couldn't tell if he was serious or joking. Abby laughed as the organ began to play on the other side of the door, causing Abby's chest to drop. She took a deep breath and smiled.
"Here we go," she whispered as the doors opened.
The wedding went off without a hitch, except for the part where Holmes forgot to let go of Abby's arm when he was supposed to. Abby now stood on the balcony outside the guest room she and Will were staying in. The cool night air blew loosened strands of hair around her face as she took a deep breath.
"Penny for your thoughts," a voice said behind her, causing Abby to turn around. Will leaned against the doorframe, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. Abby smiled, her eyes gleaming in the starlight.
"I was just thinking of how much I am going to be seeing you from now on," she said, pushing a strand of hair out of her face.
"Yeah well you're no ray of sunshine all the time either darling. Have you seen your hair when you wake up in the morning? It looks like something crawled in in the middle of the night and built a nest in it." Abby rolled her eyes and walked up to Will, who wrapped his arms around her. He leaned over and slowly kissed the top of her head.
"Are you happy?" he asked slowly, causing Abby to smirk. She looked up at her husband, her eyes shining slightly in the starlight.
"Must you ask?" Before he could respond, she leaned up and kissed him. The couple stayed like that until Abby felt a small drop of water hit her nose. She looked up at the sky and saw rain clouds now covered every inch of the night sky. She chuckled as millions of tiny droplets of water started to cover the two of them.
"Should we relocate to a place where we don't get soaked?" Will asked, smirking at his now drenched wife. Abby smiled, then nodded quickly. Will wrapped his arm around Abby's shoulders and led her inside. Abby turned slowly, looking out over the grounds, rain now covering everything the eye could see. Smiling, she gently shut the door and walked over to her wardrobe, slipped on a nightgown, and climbed into bed next to Will. He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling happily.
"So how does it feel being Mrs. McCalion?" he asked, pushing himself up onto his elbow so he was looking down on her. Abby sighed then looked up at her husband, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"It feels… wonderful," she whispered before leaning up and kissing him. He pulled back, smiled at Abby, then blew out the candle on the bedside table.
In the pitch black of the night, neither Abby nor Will noticed the large crow staring at them from its spot on the balcony. With a final CAW, it spread its wings and soared through the air, not stopping till it reached London Lockup. It landed on a barred up window, sticking its small head through the bars and stared at the young man sitting on the iron bed. Hearing the bird land, the young man lifted his head and stared out the window. Pushing himself off the bed, he limped over to the window, the bullet wound in his leg throbbing with every step. Watching the rain hit the sidewalk below his window, the man smiled, his green eyes radiating in the candle light.
"I hope you enjoy the time you have with your husband, Abby," the man said cunningly. "Because your time with him is about to get cut short." He looked down at his hands, in which was a silver ring with a diamond the size of a potato in the middle of it. He looked up and chuckled coldly.
"Let the games begin."
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