Sherlock & John

John was already in his suit, wedding suit. He looked at himself in the mirror with a worried face. Was he doing the right thing? Before John's thoughts of regret could spread any further a loud knocking was heard from his door. "Yeah who is it?" John said with a shaky voice. There was no immediate reply but after a few silent seconds Sherlock let himself in closing the door quietly behind him. "What do you want Sherlock? If you hadn't noticed I'm trying to prepare myself for the most important event in my life." John muttered at the detective who was still stood behind him.

"I just came in to wish you luck..." Sherlock said quietly and calmly. John felt guilty about shouting at his friend but he really wasn't in the mood for chatting right now. "I also came in to make sure..." Sherlock started to continue but then his voice slowly trailed off.

John became impatient. "Make sure of what Sherlock?" John huffed dragging his fingers through his blonde hair. The detective took a seat on the couch that was placed in the corner of the room.

"I wanted to make sure that you were making the right choice" Sherlock said to the back of John's head. The detective watched John stand up from his seat and turn around to face him, with cold eyes.

"Are you trying to tell me I shouldn't marry the woman I love?" John said as his voice started to crack, he slowly walked towards Sherlock who was leant back in his seat regretting what he said.

"Listen John I was just wondering..." Sherlock tried to explain but John wasn't in the mood.

"Oh you were just wondering. The great Sherlock Holmes was just wondering whether John Watson is making the right decision to marry the only person he loves in the world" John was shouting now looking down at the detective who for some reason looked hurt.

"Is Mary...?" Sherlock cleared his throat before looking up into John's eyes, "Is Mary really the only person you love?" John didn't move. John didn't speak. He just kept staring at his friend whose eyes were full of concern, genuine concern.

The doctor took a seat next to Sherlock and sighed, "Listen Sherlock I didn't mean it like that but I just don't appreciate you coming in right before my wedding and planting doubts into my head... doubts that I was already having anyway." John tried to say that last bit quietly but Sherlock still heard him.

"What did you say?" the detective rose from his position to look down at John who was slightly blushing. "John Hamish Watson, what did you just say?" Sherlock demanded putting his hands on his hips.

"For Fucks sake Sherlock, don't say my horrid middle name out loud" John sunk his head into his hands and sighed.

"I'll call you whatever I wish" Sherlock stated rather playfully, "Now tell me. What sort of doubts are you having?" the detective began his questioning as he knelt down in front of John. The doctor slowly took his hands away from his face so he could look Sherlock in the eyes.

"You know, the usual sort" John tried to leave it as that but Sherlock rose his eyebrows with dissatisfaction, "Fine" John sighed before continuing, "Well, I just don't think I'm ready for this Sherlock. I was just getting into the normal life routine until you showed up from the dead" the doctor stopped as Sherlock had placed his finger onto John's lips.

"What does me coming back 'from the dead' got to do with your uncertainty about getting married John?" Sherlock said so quietly that it was almost a whisper. The doctor felt himself blush bright red. Why did it have to be him? Why did he have to feel this way?

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Mary

"Oh there's my beautiful bride to be" Mrs Hudson sang from the other end of the room. She made her way to Mary who was having her hair done in front of the mirror. "Oh you do look so beautiful, I wish I was young again." The old lady continued to chat. Mary looked at her through the mirror reflection.

"I'm glad you're here actually. If you don't mind could we have quick talk?" Mary asked doubtfully. Mrs Hudson raised her eyebrow before taking a seat next to her.

"Of course dear, you can always talk to me. I just hope it's nothing serious" Mrs Hudson giggled to herself but Mary didn't laugh back instead she just stared at her own reflection. After her hair had been dealt with she closed the door behind her and started walking restlessly around the room. "I can see Sherlock's habit has rubbed off on you too" Mrs Hudson joked, "when he always had something on his mind he would march endless circuits of the living room; back and forth, back and forth."

"It's actually Sherlock I wanted to talk to you about" Mary said hastily, "and John too". Mrs Hudson tilted her head in excitement.

"Well what is it dear?" Mrs Hudson rose from her chair to comfort the bride.

"Do you think I'm getting in the way?" she began by looking at the floor but then she brought her gaze to Mrs Hudson, "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about." Mary snapped before marching another length of the room. Mrs Hudson reclaimed her seat before answering.

"Do you think they love each other?" Mrs Hudson asked like she already knew the answer.

"I know they love each other, it's as clear as day. But this is John we're talking about, our John. He probably doesn't think Sherlock feels the same way he does." Mary shouted at Mrs Hudson who almost fell out of her chair in shock. "That's why I'm asking you. Do you think I'm getting in the way?"