Wedding Story

Abby lay on her stomach in the couch pouring over her notes for Ancient Architecture, classical/swing music playing in the background. Study week had been a success so far. She had managed to complete her essay, work some-more on her design for a garden-room/sun-room, had gotten halfway on her readings and thus well on her way to having everything she had aimed for done. This would probably be a first, she was never done this early. Abruptly, she fell the chill on the back of her neck that one gets when someone is watching you. Looking towards the door over her shoulder she flinched slightly at seeing Sherlock standing there with an infuriating smirk on his face.

"Arrgh, I hate it when you do that!" It was just coming up on a year and a half since Abby had moved into flat 221c, and Sherlock could still sneak up on her, however recently he could only get her to flinch, not jump or squeak. He really need to try something new.

"Hard at work I see," he made his way into the room surveying her home. "Ancient Architecture, how dull"

"You're dull," said Abby mildly "what do you want"

"I need you to accompany me to a wedding." Abby just looked at him for a minute thinking he was attempting humor.

He wasn't.

"You what?!"

"Oh please, you know you heard right. John's cousin is getting married, you know, the one we helped, with ridiculous fashion sense. Well, John and I have been invited to the wedding and since he is going with Jocelyn or Kate, whatever one it was, I decided it might be less boring to have company."

"Why me?" Abby was slightly weird-ed out, Sherlock just rolled his eyes impatiently

"Because I have few female acquaintances, none of whom I would ask to a wedding, except for you. You are tolerable, fairly intelligent and won't take the invitation to accompany me to a wedding as romantic interest."

Ah, that's why he didn't ask Molly...

"And before you ask why don't I just stay home and not go, the answer is I'm bored. Besides, John doesn't want me to go, and that fact alone means it could be entertaining. Now, will you come?"

"When is it?" Abby said with a cross between a sigh and a laugh.

"Friday but your on reading week so it won't affect your ability to go to classes as you have none."

"Friday. Seriously! And your just asking me now?" she looked at him in amazement. He gave her his look that said Problem? "Sherlock I don't have anything to wear and I can't afford anything right now!"

"Oh don't worry bout that, Mycroft will take care of that" he waved a credit card as he turned and strolled out of the room. "Come on."

Grabbing her coat and bag after pulling on some shoes, Abigail hurried out after Sherlock slightly bemused. He waited for her in a cab outside the flat.

"Your taking me shopping?" Abby asked while closing the door

"Obviously."

"OK.." there was silence for a bit then "You must be really bored Sherlock"

"You have no idea.."