Hello! Here we go again!
Mary stomped up the steps of 221B. She'd just spent four hours wedding dress shopping and come back empty handed. She'd gone with Janine, Molly and Mrs Hudson, she loved them all but…. They just wouldn't f***ing give her any truthful feedback. Each dress was 'lovely' 'beautiful' 'perfect' 'the one' and her personal favourite 'radiant'.
By the end of their shopping time she was about 8 seconds from decapitating them all, figuratively… So now she was turning to the only person she knew who would be brutally honest. Sherlock Holmes.
She entered the living room and spied John and Sherlock sitting in their chairs; Sherlock staring off in to space, John, well John was talking to Sherlock oblivious to or ignoring the fact Sherlock wasn't listening. Her two boys.
She walked over kissing John on the cheek and awkwardly hugging Sherlock around his chair. He snapped out of his trance, grumbling to Mary about touching him, causing John to laugh. Mary and John talked about their days, when Mary told John of her dress dilemma; John was a good fiancé and said 'I'm sure you will look good in whatever you choose.' This caused Mary to raise her eyebrows at John before telling him her plan to take Sherlock shopping with her.
John had laughed until he realised she was serious at which point his head snapped to Sherlock who was busy in his mind palace and muttered 'your funeral… I mean wedding'
The next day…
'Mary where ARE you taking me?' Sherlock complained as Mary pulled by the arm towards the dress shop in her lunch break. She and John had lured him to the clinic saying there was an interesting crime. Of course he came running right into Mary's arms.
The little bell above the door rang as Mary entered the shop. The lovely old lady behind the counter said 'Back again so soon dear?'
'Yes, I've got some different help though' Mary replied gesturing to Sherlock who was glancing about the shop with a confused look.
'Okay let's get started, Sherlock sit there I'm going to put a dress on okay?'
…
Mary exited the changing room and stood in front of Sherlock who was on his phone ignoring the shop keeper who was jabbering away at him. 'So what do you think?'
Sherlock glanced up 'I think you look like a cream pie.' Mary smiled, this was going to work.
The next few dresses followed like this:
'You look like an over grown fairy'
'Shot-gun wedding dress'
'Just no Mary, have some self-respect'
And finally…
'That's it sit down I'm doing this' Sherlock said rising from his chair.
Mary watched in amazement as Sherlock darted around the shop picking up a dress from the rack glancing over it before putting it back and picking another and looking at it nodding to himself. He then selected a veil a pair of shoes and earrings putting all of this in the changing room he returned to the room collecting Mary and ushering her into the changing room.
…
Mary looked in the mirror and smirked the dress was a simple, sophisticated yet flirty ivory lace dress that suited her perfectly.
She squealed and called to Sherlock 'You're a genius!'
He chuckled and said 'I know!'
…
Mary handed the dress and the accessories to the woman at the counter, rummaging in her bag for her purse but before she could find a pale hand was passing a card to the the woman. Mary looked up at Sherlock who said 'Don't tell John he would kill me.'
Mary smiled genius indeed.
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