Ask and ye shall receive… wow that was lame. But seriously, you guys asked for it so here it is. Much happier than part one and hopefully puts a smile on your face despite the shortness of it.

Thank you for all the feedback to what was originally supposed to be a random one shot. I feel like I don't deserve half of the love you guys give so just know how much I appreciate it.

Here we go with part two and as always, I own zilch.


Clarity

The second time John Watson attends a wedding for Molly Hooper he is just as panicked as the first.

His tuxedo is too tight, his nerves are shot and Mary has been breathing down his neck for the last two days as she scrambles to get everything perfect. Sherlock hasn't been much help either, trying his best to miss fittings and appointments that Molly has to all but drag him to (granted, John wasn't fond of any of these preparations when it came to his own wedding, but he knew when to shut up and let his lady take control, unlike his sometimes clueless best friend).

He is halfway down the hall when he hears the loud pounding followed by Mary's voice and Christ he just needs a drink already. He looks down at his watch and sees they have twenty minutes before Sherlock has to be at the altar and Molly needs to be waiting with Greg, who kindly offered to walk her down the aisle now that John was to be the best man, but judging from the noise coming from up ahead he highly doubts that is going to happen.

As he rounds the corner his suspicions are confirmed and Mary, bless her, has her forehead pressed against the door, arms hanging limp and her lips quietly counting down from ten. She hears his footsteps though and her head shoots up and her brow crinkles almost menacingly.

"What are you doing down here?" she shrieks. "You're supposed to be making sure Sherlock is ready."

John fidgets and pulls at his tie, rocking on his heels. "Well," he starts, "I was on my way to do that but when I asked Greg and Mycroft where he was neither of them had a clue."

Mary blanches.

"But," he adds quickly, "I know he'll be on time because he would never hurt Molly like this and if he did, the two of us would be having a nice little chat about it and I doubt he wants that."

The reassurance does little for Mary, who runs a hand through her short blonde hair and blows a long breath through her gritted teeth. John bites his lip and, as if he was just now becoming aware of it, points to the door and says,

"Isn't that Molly's room?"

Mary gives him a miffed look. "Yes. And once again she is in there and refusing to open the door and God help me Molly Hooper I am not having a repeat of last time so this door better be open in the next two minutes with you dressed and ready on the other side!"

Her voice ends in a loud yell and John's eyes widen, slightly frightened of the thing that was possessing his wife at the moment and stepped toward the door.

"Let me try."

Mary rolls her eyes but raises her hands in surrender.

"Fine, but don't let me find out it was really you she was supposed to marry this whole time."

His face pinches but John ends up ignoring her and knocks softly on the wood, waits for an answer and ends up with silence instead. He huffs, braces himself with one hand against the wall and knocks again, harder and louder than any of the other attempts Mary had given it.

"Molly, please open up. People are getting restless, I am in desperate need of a drink and Mary is going to have a conniption if you don't come out. Now."

When there is nothing, he thinks the response is still pending and he raises his hand again but a deep and gravelly, "Oh sod it!" breaks the silence and John feels his jaw go slack and Mary gasps behind him as his hand falls down and he silently prays that he did not hear what he thought he did.

They both wait with bated breath.

There's shuffling from the other side, muted whispers and a dull thud that sounds like someone falling over before the door swings open and there is a body draped in white only when John blinks a few times and actually looks he realizes it is not Molly Hooper.

"Sherlock?" he cries, gaping at his former flat mate who is clad in nothing but the hotels bed sheet, looking rather irritated. His jaw is clenched tight and one fist is gripping the door with startling force, knuckles aglow.

"Honestly John, what's the use of the 'do not disturb' sign if you are just going to continually cause a disturbance?"

His voice is agitated, a steel edge to it.

John scoffs in disbelief and holds up a hand when he hears Mary take a threatening step forward.

"You're getting married in less than fifteen minutes, Sherlock."

The detective sighs and glances out into the hallway, looking extremely bored.

"How about sharing a fact I wasn't previously aware of?" he deadpans and John has the strongest urge to just turn Mary loose on him but he knows Molly would never forgive him if he were the reason her soon to be husband was unfortunately hunted down by a tiny, yet menacing woman like his wife.

Instead he settles for pinching the bridge of his nose to ward off the oncoming headache he feels brewing and calmly looks at Sherlock.

"Just get your pants, come with me and get downstairs before this all becomes a disaster and I won't stop hearing about it until next year."

Sherlock contemplates, obviously sensing that any other response beside one of agreement would probably not end well and he backtracked into the room, gathering his clothes and plating a kiss on a furiously blushing Molly whom John has just noticed. She waves sheepishly at him with the hand that isn't holding a blanket over herself and John waves back before hissing at Sherlock as he walks by and Mary rushes in, scolding all the way.

"Jesus, don't you know that's for after the wedding."

Of course, Sherlock just smirks and trudges down the hallway as fast as his sheet will allow him, raising his eyebrows at John suggestively before humming blissfully.

"Oh, but John, where is the fun in that?"

It takes every ounce of willpower John has not to trip him on the staircase.