A/N- Crossover fic for Sherlock and Corpse Bride, both of which I do not own.
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Sherlock looked out the window with a sigh, today he was going to meet his fiance. He placed the book he had on the desk in front of him as he heard his mother yelling to him from downstairs. He walked downstairs and outside and saw Mycroft and his mother waiting by the carriage. "Come now sherlock, we don't want to be late." His mother said as she climbed into the carriage. With another tired sigh Sherlock got into the carriage. He was sat on the bench across from his mother and Mycroft. "Now Sherlock, all you have to do is reel her in." His mother said. "Trust me, i'm already reeling mummy." Sherlock said with a roll of his eyes.
The carriage pulled up to the house directly across the street from Sherlocks. Why they didn't just walk was a mystery to Sherlock. "You know brother, if we walked you may have lost a bit of weight." Sherlock said with a smirk as they walked up the stairs to the Hooper residence. Mycroft glared at him but didn't say anything. He knew how their mummy didn't like when they faught. After his mother knocked on the door she turned and started to try and fix Sherlocks tie. "Oh sherlock, did you even brush your hair this morning?" She asked as she tried to fix his hair. "Yes mother, you know my hair doesn't like to behave when it needs to." He said swatting at his mothers hand. Suddenly the door swung open, the butler looked at them and stepped aside.
As they walked into the main room Mr. and Mrs. Hooper were standing there looking grimm. "You must be Ms. Molly, I say you don't look a day over 20." Mycroft said as he winked at Mrs. Hooper. She ignored him and greeted Sherlocks mother. "Hello Mrs. Holmes." She said with a small smile. "How about we talk in the sitting room." Mr. Hooper said as he lead them all down the hall. Sherlock didn't follow them ofcourse. He wanted to look around.
He wandered back into the main room where a table stood near the stairs. On the table was a book, A Mortitions Guid To Embalming, Sherlock picked up the book and started to flip through it. "It's a wonderful book, but mother said it's not right for a girl to want to study corpses." A voice said behind him. Sherlock turned around to see none other than Molly Hooper. He noticed something different about her. "Your hair is different." He said. "E..excuse me?" She said. "Usually your hair is parted in the middle and in a pony tail, but today you have it styled so it is parted on the side and in a bun." Sherlock said in an as-a-matter-of-factly tone. "Oh, well I... just thought that maybe i'd mix it up today." She said. Sherlock was about to reply when the door to the sitting room, where everyone else was, opened. "You two shout NOT be alone together!" Mrs. Hooper said sternly. Sherlock and Molly nodded and walked down the hall and into the sitting room.
Everyone was sat in rows in the sitting room. The room had been cleared out of the couches and the coffee table to be used for the wedding rehearsel. The priest was very annoyed. Because of Sherlocks unwanted grammer lessons, they had not been able to get to the ring but yet. "Now let's try this again" The priest said. He was about to start again when there was a knock at the door. Sherlock smirked as he saw the priests eye twitch.
"Sorry i'm late, I got alittle side tracked." The man who had entered the room said. Everyone turned and looked at him. Sherlock noticed that Molly gave the man a little flirtatious smile. "He's gay." Sherlock whispered to her. "What?" She asked not really believing what she heard. "He's gay." Sherlock said, alittle slower this time. "What do you mean he's gay?" Molly asked outraged. "Look at his hair, perfectly slicked back, as if he took alot of time on it. And his tie, a very alarming shade of blue, and a very particular brand." Sherock said. "That doesn't make any sence." Molly said. "And the fact he winked at me and licked his lips." Sherlock said. Molly just glared at him. and payed attention to the priest.
"For the last time its 'Would you like to take Ms. Hooper to be your wife' not 'Would you like to take Ms. Hooper as you wife'" Sherlock said. "That's it! This boy does not wish to be married!" The priest shouted. "Well I wouldn't mind it." Sherlock said. "Until you are ready to take this seriously, I will not be the one to wed you." The priest said as he stormed out. "Sherlock why do you have to act this way?" His mother asked. Sherlock didnt say anything as he walked out of the room and out of the house.
He wandered out of town and into the woods. He came to a small clearing and decided he might as well practice his vows. "With this candle, I will light you way in darkness. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. With this ring, I ask you to be mine." He said. As he said the last part, he put the wedding ring on a small sappling that looked an aweful lot like a hand.
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