This is my second Sherlock-fanfic (or should I say Sherlolly-fanfic?) And I haven't finished my other one yet. But I had this idea of a more fluffy and lovey dovey sort of fanfic with a confused Sherlock and so I came up with an own version of what happened right after John and Mary's wedding. We all know that Sherlock left the party early and here is a tale of my own imagination of what happened after that. I haven't decided if this will be a one shot only or more chapters, it all depends on how you like this first part. It's fluff and lovey dovey stuff, so you have all been warned. XD

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of BBC's characters, even if I really wish I did.

The improbable feelings of Mr. Holmes.

Sherlock had gazed at the bridesmaid dancing away with someone else. Everybody was dancing, except him. Even Molly seemed to have a very good time with her new fiancée. John and Mary were dancing, happily gazing into each other's eyes. It was annoying, really. But the truth be told, he was happy for them. He really was. Then why did it feel like he was the loneliest man in the world at that moment?

"Marriage changes you as a person in ways you can't imagine. End of an era." Those words had popped up in his mind all day through the ceremony and the wedding reception. Sherlock did not want to admit it, but John had already changed. And he didn't need Sherlock anymore now that he had Mary and a baby on the way.

He grabbed his coat and made his way out from the very lovely building where John and Mary had chosen to have their wedding reception. Sherlock was the first to leave the reception. "Who leave's a wedding early?" Mrs. Hudson's irritating voice popped up in his head from that morning. He quickly pushed the thought away as he stepped out, leaving the love, the music and the laugher behind him.

Molly was the second person to leave. She had kept an eye on Sherlock the entire day. She always kept an eye on him. She noticed when he was sad or agitated and she always knew what to do to cheer him up. Well, she had always thought of things that would cheer him up but she never had put those thoughts to the test.

This was her chance, she thought. Maybe she had changed a little after his faked death. Or it could be the wine that made her bold. Whatever it was, she was determined to cheer him up. She totally had forgotten about her fiancé, Tom, when she ran across the dance floor, in her high heels, trying to avoid bumping in to the dancing couples. She ran in to the coat room, quickly got her coat and then ran out in a hurry after Sherlock. He couldn't have gone far, she thought.

She giggled to herself when she realized what sight she might be, trying to run in those high heels. She wasn't quite used to high heels and definitely not running in them, so she admitted to herself that it must look pretty funny to anyone who was watching. She ran, probably looking like a ten year old school girl waving with her arms as she tried to stay on her feet.

When she finally saw Sherlock's majestic back disappearing further and further away she smiled and ran even faster to catch up with him. It was a miracle that she didn't break her ankles.

"Sherlock! Sherlock!" she called.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around only to see tiny Molly Hooper running towards him. Usually he would become a bit annoyed by this, but oddly tonight he welcomed the amusing sight of her running towards him. He furiously shook his head and pushed aside those thoughts. She looked annoyingly happy and he hated it. Why did everyone have to be so fucking happy?

"What do you want, Molly?" He asked, trying (no, succeeding) to look as annoyed as he possibly could.

She was now standing in front of him, all flushed and out of breath after running. And her eyes were sparkling. She looked exquisite, which surprised Sherlock quite a bit because he had never seen her that way before.

"I…." Molly started but then she went quiet.

She just stood there, in front of him, with that ridiculous smile on her face, which Sherlock suddenly wanted to kiss away. Such an annoying thought.

"What?" He blurted out.

She just giggled, gave him a breathtaking smile and…..reached up towards him and planted a kiss on his cheek. She lingered, very close to him, for a few moments, with her left hand on his chest, before she backed off.

"I just wanted to make sure that you're okay." She said. "You're probably tired from your Best Man-duties today so I'm going to let you go home. Good night, Sherlock!"

Then she whirled around and started walking in the direction of the party, leaving Sherlock on the street more confused, and oddly happy, than he has ever been in his life.

So…do you want more? Should this become a full story with a lot of chapters or what?