Chapter One:

John Watson's POV

Sherlock was behaving suspiciously, not that it was any thing he had just started doing, if anything this was his normal 8pm on a Saturday night behavior. However with Mary coming over any minute, I could not have him like this, so I was panicking.

"Sherlock, what's going on? You haven't said a word all day, and you refuse to notice my existence even now. Have you forgotten that Mary, my fiancée is supposed to be coming over for dinner any minute and I-"

"Dear Watson, has your 'Mary', your 'fiancée' ever told you how much you waste words? I would recommend against uselessly throwing our nation's language like that." Sherlock had interrupted my speech from his position on the armchair (a position he had been in for god knows how long). Needless to say, he had replied, and that had me calm down considerably.

The bell rang, and shooting a knowing glare at Sherlock I took the stairs two at a time to open the door. There at the porch stood the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life.

"John."

"Right on time, come on in."

"Yes, exactly on time, if I say so myself. You are punctual Miss Mary, John's Fiancée, one of the many traits I assumed that took dear John's heart I'm guessing?" I rolled my eyes, and tried to keep the smile fixated on my face for Mary.

Sherlock stood on the top of the staircases, brooding and cruel. Yet Mary smiled up at him, whilst taking off her coat.

"Mr. Holmes, I am not sure about John here, but today's is all about impressing you, and my fiancé has told me how much you appreciate punctuality, unless its your own offcourse."

And that's how 3 hours later, and deeply sated by Mrs Hudson's graciously made dinner; we were sitting in her brightly lit living room, having coffee, (none for Sherlock who had, surprisingly enough, kept us company through the night).

"So Sherlock, me and Mary here have something of importance to tell you." I spoke carefully. Mary held my hand reassuringly, and my love for her grew by the minute, she knew, she understood how important Holmes was to me. Without judgement, without jealously only if Sherlock could see that.

"What is it? Are you both planning to adopt me? Please do, I'm sure Mycroft would be thrilled to hear this." Holmes snorted.

Sighing, I said what I had been dreading all night.

"Listen, as we are getting married next Saturday, we thought it best that we moved in our new apartment beforehand. You know the hassle with settling, and the nick knacks, and offcourse we'd be leaving for Nottingham, the very day of our wedding, we…well I just thought it would be a good idea for me to clear out by Monday." For once, Sherlock hadn't interrupted me, and was genuinely interested at what I was saying. I felt horrible.

"I assume you knew about this little arrangement of theirs Mrs Hudson?" Sherlock asked quietly. Poor Mrs Hudson could only bear to give a slight nod.

I was ready for a blow up, for his nerves to go out of control, but as always Sherlock Holmes never ceased to surprise me. He got up from the chair, and came beside me to give me slightly awkward pat on the shoulder.

"Well, I am truly happy for you both, and I truly wish you a happy married life. To moving on."

After that, he left.