Molly tried not to fall asleep on the way over to John's wedding. The tube was full of people most likely going to work. The endless amount of noise was good enough to keep her awake. She was lucky to get the day off from work for this. She hadn't seen much of Sherlock since "the incidents" as she referred to it to herself privately. Sherlock had been on crime after crime solving high now that he was back with John. He was going to be the best man, at least according to Lestrade. She still lived alone in her flat. He had left her dazed and confused about their situation. She had felt like the last few weeks, he was completely ignoring her. Too involved with being back to notice her. It was like old times.
She had sworn in her mind that she had her period. Then it seemed like not long after came all the faint spells, nausea, and the world's worst headaches. She fainted even during work one day. That had never happened in all the times she had been there. She knew neither that Sherlock nor her used protection. She was never considered sexually active. Was this all really happening? Maybe that was why he had been ignoring her? She tugged on her long pink dress as the stops came one after another. She knew she was going to see Sherlock again. She was terrified and afraid of that. All her mind thought of was not getting sick (she did bring some bags in her purse. Just in case.)
Finally, the annoying muffled voice announced her destination. She was slow to get off and everyone seemed to brush her by. It was a Monday, so I guess they had an excuse. It was very rainy out, and she found her matching umbrella. She walked up a few blocks before finding the lit and colorful church: St. Thomas of Calpernia in big wooden letters. Standing on either side of the large red doors leading to the service was Greg and his wife Lesley.
"Gosh Molly, it's been a long time since I've seen you in a dress," he grinned and hugged her.
"What are you all doing standing around?" she asked.
"We got assigned by John to pass out the programs," Lesley smiled at her as she gave her one. "Here you go dear. All women have to sit on the right side. Old traditions I guess. I'm finally glad to meet you Molly."
After a short walkway, she was in the church. The candles were lit, the murals covering the place. She remembered how it was when she went to Sherlock's "funeral." Knowing he wasn't dead and still having to keep a straight face. She could still see John weep like that and still having to lie. The memory of it still haunted her. Sherlock was standing near the front. She didn't see him watching her. She was too busy making sure she found a seat alone. Once she sat down, they made uncomfortable eye contact once more. Molly lowered her eyes down to the pretty and pink program. She closed her eyes as the organist played a mixture of Bach and Mozart.
"Don't faint, don't faint, don't be sick, don't faint," she chanted to herself. Some more people processed in and greeted Molly warmly. She knew the ceremony was about to begin when she saw Greg and Lesley close the heavy doors. Everyone quickly stood up as the wedding march kicked into high gear. Mary walked down that aisle liked she had done it a thousand times before. Head thrown back and the veil carried by some younger children. Quite dramatic for someone like John she thought. John though looked so happy. Maybe it was because Sherlock was here too? She couldn't tell.
The ceremony was very Catholic and very long to stand for. Molly had to bend her legs a little now and then. When was he ever going to kiss the bride? Obviously no one was objecting. Sherlock's attention was on the happy couple, so she didn't have to worry about anymore awkward eye stares again. Sherlock did look wrenchingly gorgeous though. She had never seen him so well dressed before. Her mind was off in space till she heard the priest say John could kiss his bride. Everyone clapped for an age as the happy couple embraced. She sighed happily for them as they did the same.
Quite a lot of people had come to see John get married. She was convinced 90% of Scotland Yard was here. She knew it would be quite a long time waiting, standing in line before she would get to get a word in. She stayed where she was, watching the people pass by. All of a sudden a voice from the crowd startled her.
"Molly," Sherlock breathed as he came close to her pew. He looked concerned. Her breathing increased and her hands shook a little.
"God he still has this stupid affect over me. I am stupid, stupid. Don't tell him ANYTHING," her mind screamed at her. He slightly stepped forward and she moved a tad bit down the long wooden pew. It looked like he was trying to say something, but couldn't. Molly couldn't handle the situation and stood up. She walked briskly down the right side of the church and found where the bathrooms were. She hastily ran in and locked the door behind her. Now in tears and her makeup was failing her a little. Her nerves didn't help her feeling of nausea. She quickly ran to the toilet and blacked out.