Well, I really had this plot bunny, and all of my friends wanted me to write a Johnlock fic, so here is something kinda fluffy. I haven't seen series three episode two yet, so there will be no spoilers in here for that! But there will probably be some for The Empty Hearse.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any part of the Sherlock franchise. Otherwise, JohnLock would be SOOO cannon it hurts.
Word Count: 460
Today was the day. The wedding to end all weddings. After everything that had happened. Sherlock dying, only to rise again after two years. Everything with Moriarty, and The Woman. After John's string of girlfriends that ended with Mary.
They were in a church, a request from John. There were press everywhere outside. This day was going to go down in history. The large service was merely a formality for their friends, as the two had already gone through all other marriage proceedings in private to try to stay out of the public's eye, but with a restaruant proposal, it was rather hard to do so.
Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade of Scotland Yard stood beside an empty spot, glancing down at his watch. Leave it to Sherlock to not be on time. John Watson, sighed, and sent a look of apology to the minister. The man shrugged.
Mycroft Holmes shook his head in the pew. Of course his brother wasn't there. He wasn't big on the whole wedding idea. He only had agreed to be there because it meant so much to John. Quite honestly, he didn't expect him to show.
Just then, the door opened, and in came Sherlock Holmes, twenty minutes late. His tux was a little rumpled, and it looked like he had just taken off his signature jacket. He hurried up the aisle and took his place between John and Greg.
"You're late." John hissed at him as the minister began speaking, and the whole of the congregation let out a breath collectively they hadn't realized they were holding.
"Sorry. I had a sudden epiphany, and HAD to finish composing. Mrs. Hudson had left at that point, so I caught a cab." He whispered back, before his brain went onto autopilot. He already knew exactly what was being said. He began to think about Italy. Everything he knew about the language, customs, and traditions. The best locations he had read about, all of the maps he had seen, while still listening in for his cue to speak.
At long last, he said his bit. There was someone recording in the back, who was not on the guest list. Sherlock had noticed them right away, but said nothing. So what if the wedding footage leaked. The real marriage had already taken place, and the certificate was signed and stored away.
And finally. "I do."
With that, the couple "sealed the deal" and kissed. Several people clapped, and John pressed his forehead against his best friend turned husbands. "Thank you. I know you hated this idea." He whispered as they turned to face the crowd.
"It served its purpose, and we both got something out of this." He said simply, taking Johns hand.
There you have it. Its really short, because it was just meant to be a fluffly little thing to satisfy the friends of mine screaming for Johnlock. I know it was a bit OCC, but hey, it happens, and this story was only for fun. Any serious Sherlock stories I may write in the future will be different.
