It's a warm summer day and he laughs and laughs and laughs, Mary in his arms when they whirl a round and a round in the sunlight, the music around them.
He's happy.
After a long time, John truly is happy.
He has Mary now.
And the people around them are happy.
Sherlock is standing with his brother near the dance floor, and for once they are in peace. They watch how John laughs and laughs and dance and they smile and raise a toast and click the classes together.
To peace.
To love.
Everything is alright now. They did it. They defeated Moriarty and Moran.
Sherlock is back.
Mary loves John.
And they dance and dance until Sherlock is there and instead that he wants to dance with Mary, he offers his hand to John.
And they dance.
And Lestrade takes pictures and laughs like everyone else.
John laughs.
Sherlock smiles and wish all the good his friend and for a moment they look seriously each others. They can again trust each others. Everything is alright now.
"Two weeks Sherlock and I'm back." John whispers.
"I know. I wait."
And Mary is there, smiling gently, stealing her husband away.
"As much I like you Sherlock, I don't want to share my husband too much with you."
"I manage." Sherlock hugs her. "Keep him safe for me. Keep him happy, or I will steal him from you." He whispers in her ear.
Mary closes her eyes for a moment.
"I promise."
And they laugh and laugh and dance sun in their eyes, music around them until it's time to say goodbye and leave. The car is waiting and they leave and Molly got the bridal-bouquet and blush and they laugh and laugh.
Sherlock is in peace when he sits opposite his brother who is smiling lightly.
"They are happy."
"You took care of security for sure?" Sherlock asks and Mycroft sighs.
"Of course. They never notice anything. They are safe."
"Good." And Sherlock trusts Mycroft for once.
He startled when he feels how the car slightly speeds up and then the windows to the driver's side opens. Anthea's worried face looks Mycroft.
"Sir."
Mycroft frowns.
"John's car sir…"
Sherlock closes his eyes.
"No…" he whispers.
"They… there was accident Sir."
He can't breathe.
"What's the situation?" Mycroft's voice is ice.
"We are heading in hospital. It looks… bad, sir."
Good Lord.
No.
He can't breathe.
"John…"
Something small what I came up, not sure where this's going. Not promising is there happy end or no, don't know yet. Or is this going to be small story or longer.