Any Objections?
P.S.- this is the first fanfic I have EVER written so please write a review on what you think about it. Anything is helpful at this point I hope you like it! Chapter 3 will be on the way if the story hasn't turned to crap already!
" Sherlock you've got to get up! Today is the day of johns wedding and you're the best man, you can't miss it!" Mrs. Hudson was saying as she opened the shades to let the sun into the apartment of 221B Baker Street. Sherlock hadn't moved from his chair in 4 days. The thought of John getting married was too much to handle and although he never let John know his feelings towards him, Sherlock couldn't help but be mad at john. Sherlock planned to miss the wedding and save himself the pain of watching the love of his life marry someone else. But something told him that he would regret it greatly if he didn't appear. He got up and went to go get dressed. Sherlock looked at him self up and down in the mirror. He was in a black suit with the collar popped up. It didn't feel right, to be dressed for johns wedding; a wedding where Sherlock will be john's best man and not his groom. came up behind him and put the collar down. " What's wrong Sherlock? Aren't you happy for John?" He didn't reply, instead he popped the collar back up; it was all he could do to feel like him self for the moment because he realized that without John by his side he would never feel like himself again. Sherlock walked back to his chair to rethink the whole wedding idea. He did feel like he had a responsibility to go due to the fact that he was john's best man; but john shouldn't be doing this to him in the first place.
During the time Sherlock was contemplating attending the wedding, Mrs. Hudson went ahead and called for a cab, sending Sherlock to the worst couple of hours of his life. He sat in the right seat, where john would have been to his left if this had been any other day, but it wasn't. Sherlock flashed through all the times he and John had sat in the back of the cab, both looking out their own windows, what he wouldn't give to have that back again. Maybe it was the absence of john that made the ride seem so long but in any case the cab eventually pulled up to a church. Sherlock took a moment to pull himself together to make sure he didn't show the pain he felt inside. He paid the cabby and stepped out on to the sidewalk. The church was tall and white with steps surrounding the front of the church with four huge pillars fro support. By the looks of it Sherlock assumed it was built around 1730. It was a beautiful church despite the fact that Sherlock was about to lose everything he had inside. When he entered, he found John in a small room alone, dressed up in a tux looking himself in the mirror. When he opened the door John turned to look at Sherlock and a look of relief crossed his face for the briefest moment, and then another look took place. Sherlock couldn't quite tell what that look meant but it didn't matter because everything was about to change.
"I'm glad to see you weren't hit by a bus or anything, I was starting to worry if you would show up on time. Although I wouldn't call 10 minuets before the ceremony begins 'on time'". John continued with a bit of resentment in his voice.
" I would never miss this day, john." Sherlock tried his best to smile. But john noticed this failed attempt and he stood there studying Sherlock as if to uncover something with his looks. Even then, when John was studying Sherlock as if something was wrong with him, John was still the most beautiful thing Sherlock has ever known. Even the wedding couldn't take away the spot that John held in Sherlock's heart. In that moment of John studying Sherlock and Sherlock admiring John there was a knock at the door, it was the minister.
"John, are you ready? Its show time in 5" he announced before leaving. It was in that moment that john looked back to Sherlock and there it was, that expression that Sherlock has yet to place. What was that? Fear? Nerves? Excitement? But it didn't matter now. John walked out the room, Sherlock following. It wasn't soon that John was standing at the altar with Sherlock not far behind him. All of the guests were seated, chatting about the wedding, about john, about Mary, about everything Sherlock couldn't bear to hear.
Then the music started up and everyone fell silent. Their eyes all shifted to the back of the room where two huge doors slowly opened. Behind them stood Mary in the most elegant lace dress with the huge vial covering her face but even Sherlock could still see the eminent joy on her face, it was hard to miss. Even her father who was walking her up the isle looked estasstic. Everyone seemed overcome with joy, everyone except for John who was stiff and motionless which was probably due to nerves, but to Sherlock it was strange. Mary met John at the altar and he took her hand as the minister began the sermon. That was by far the worst part of this whole thing. This was the moment that will change everything. The whole time Sherlock was thinking about how much he messed up things with john. If only he had told him how he felt when he knew what it was. Maybe if he hadn't faked his death two years ago, just maybe. But that's all he was going off of in the moment was a bunch of "maybes" and "what ifs". It didn't matter anymore; John was about to walk out of Sherlock's life, not in a literal way but on an emotional way. Or was he?
"Therefore if any man can show any just cause why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter for ever hold his peace."
Then there is was. A noise escaped Sherlock's throat, not words a cough maybe? He couldn't remember. All he knew was that everyone was so taken aback that all they could do was stare at Sherlock, even John was staring at Sherlock with the expression that stumped Sherlock.
"Sherlock?" John gasped. What was he doing? Was he really this selfish? To cough in an attempt to stop johns wedding due to the hidden feelings Sherlock felt for john? How selfish of him!
"Y-yes?" Sherlock answered weakly.
"What is it? You have something to say?" John asked surprisingly calmly. Sherlock didn't know what he was doing how was he going to explain to john in the middle of his wedding. There was a huge clump in his throat and his mouth was bone dry, even if he wanted to speak, he couldn't manage to open his mouth. Even breathing was hard to manage at this point. He felt the weight of all the eyes upon him, but Johns were the only ones that mattered; they were the only ones that he bothered to look at. It was there for the third time today Sherlock saw the look, the same look that had confused him but mostly scared him because he could think of what that look meant. But it didn't matter now because it was in Johns soulful blue eyes that Sherlock found the strength to finally say what he needed to get out.
" Yes…yes john I do have something to say" it was while Sherlock paused to sort out how he was going to say that the nature of the room changed from confusion to utter atonement. " I, I cant let you do this. I can't let you do this because I am in love with you, and if you are to be with anyone it should be me," confessed Sherlock. It felt so good to finally say it, to be able to not keep it in anymore but it wasn't long before Sherlock was overcome with resentment. He couldn't understand why he said that, in front of everybody, at Johns wedding non-the-less. He waited for a response from John, but John said nothing, he just stood there with the same mysterious expression that Sherlock couldn't read. Sherlock couldn't believe this was happening. He had just confessed his love for his best friend at his wedding and he had nothing to say in return. Finally he couldn't take the silence anymore and he turned to leave the church.
" Sherlock wait." John blurted, Sherlock spun around so fast in the hopes that John felt the same way and that he didn't just humiliate himself for no reason, " Sherlock, I…" but nothing came after that, it was silent. John just stood there shaking his head looking at Sherlock then to the ground and back at him again but no words came out of him mouth. And it was done. Sherlock ruined the wedding and lost his best friend and the love of his life in 2 sentences. This was way more than what he could handle so he ran down the isle and flew out the doors, out onto the streets on London, leaving John at the altar.