Hello everyone. As I was watching the Sign of Three, I was curious as to what would happen if Sherlock did dance with someone at John and Mary's wedding. Im thinking this is going to be multichapter, but the first chapter could pass as a oneshot. You know, if I get lazy and decide not to continue with this story. But thats probably not going to happen because I LOVE my OC Browin. So please, review, favorite and follow. It might give me motivation. If I do continue expect a once or more every two weeks.

xx Calie

I DONT OWN SHERLOCK, ONLY MY OC

John and Mary's wedding was by far the most interesting one Browin had ever been to. What would have been an excruciatingly dull event turned tides when the Best Man there had made an insane speech. It wasn't that Browin didn't love her cousin Mary, but the simple thought of weddings, bored her to tears. She didn't exactly agree with Sherlock's sentiments about marriage, although they were exceptionally amusing. Browin smirked slightly, recounting the whole speech in her mind. As the cheesy music pumped around her, she looked curiously for the very person who had made the wedding so fun for her. He wasn't on the dance floor, not that she had expected him to be. But he also wasn't at the tables. She scanned around once more and noticed that the door out had shut abruptly. Of course he had left. Who else would be so anti-social, despite his adamant opinions?

Browin pushed past the people on the dance floor and towards the door. She had always let the curiosity get the best of her. Quickly, she realized Mr. Massive Intellect would notice her if she made too much noise. She took off her heels, quietly opened the door and tried to make a dash for the bush, which would have been successful had she not tripped over the large rock there. Hard and fast, she fell down with an "oomph". Browin prepared for embarrassment as she felt her face grow warmer and redder. From what she could tell, Sherlock didn't care much for sparing the feelings of other unless he was close to them. She saw him turn around an look at her quizzically for a brief moment, angered for another, and the his face turned placid. He huffed.

"What are you doing out here?" He seethed.

"Tripping, obviously. And thanks for helping me up." She replied, annoyed, as she brushed the dirt off of her dress.

"Typically, one wouldn't help a person who's been following them." He spat back.

"Ok, ok. Fair enough." She laughed, raising her hands in the air by her shoulders.

"You know, I was expecting you ask me why I was following you, but I suppose you already know." She went on, when he didn't say anything to her attempt at trying to lighten the mood. He smirked slightly.

"Curiosity, obviously. You really should head your mother's advice and not be so nosy all the time."

"That's one of the reasons, Sherlock." He wrinkled his nose slightly. Nobody else at the wedding, other than the people he knew had called him anything other than Mr. Holmes.

"The other was that I was coming out to ask you if you wanted to dance. I was looking for you on the dance floor while that god awful song played. I haven't heard the Three Seasons since I was seven." Browin offered up. Sherlock looked slightly taken aback.

"John was never known for his good music taste."

"Neither was my cousin Mary. I suppose they're both guilty in the matter. But seriously, how about it? " She raised her eyebrows at him.

"Have you thought that John might want you to be there until the end of the night? It's hardly an invalid idea." Browin pushed.

"Oh, alright. If it'll get you to shut up. You're almost as bad as Anderson." He replied. Browin smiled and grabbed his hand to pull him back into the room before he could protest.

"Come on Sherlock, it's chilly out and I want to dance!" She laughed pulling him.