The Marriage
Well, it has been a while, but this idea still been lingering in my mind, about the marriage. And I had a lot of time on my hands today. Please review, and hope you like! I may write a honeymoon chapter if this goes down well...


Sherlock slammed the doors open of Lestrade's office and threw the case file on his desk.
"There you go detective. Now go do what you do best and arrest the woman's ex-husband." Sherlock smiled and turned around to find John by his side, which had just run up the stairs to catch up with him. John leaned onto Sherlock and wrapped an arm around his waist into Sherlock's coat pocket. He takes out a white and gold envelope and handed it to Lestrade.

Lestrade looked down at the envelope, and then to John. He then opened the envelope, and read the note, which was written in Sherlock's cursive handwriting.
"You have been invited to the marriage of Sherlock Holmes & Dr John Hamish Watson on the 20th of December at the Lanesburough Hotel."

Lestrade looked up at the both of them and smiled. "Tell your brother that he owes me a tenner. But I'd like to come."
John smiled back and pulled the blushing Sherlock out of his office.
"See, wasn't that hard now, was it Sherlock?"
Sherlock glared at John, but then kissed him on the forehead as he held his hand.
"It seems not." Sally watched the two of them walk out of the Yard holding hands and giggling to each other. She turned around to Lestrade for an explanation.
"We were right. They're getting married." Sally face broke out in a laugh as they both looked out of the window to watch them both get into a cab.


Over the next few weeks, invitations were sent and arrangements were made, and the wedding was drawing closer.


John slumped down into his armchair after a long day at the surgery. He looked down to the ring on his hand; it was a simple engagement ring. White gold band and a small sapphire in the centre which, according to Sherlock, sparkled like his own blue eyes. John felt a vibration in his pocket; a text from Sherlock.

"Meet me in ten minutes at the jewellers on Oxford's street? You know the one, Tiffany and Co. I've missed you once again today. -SH"

John smiled, and then texted back.
"Tiffany's? How are we meant to afford that? I've missed you too. -JW"
"I think you're forgetting that I have a huge inheritance from the death of my mother. Now get out of your armchair and meet me there. -SH"

John pulled himself out of his chair and pulled off his tie and replaced it with a jumper. He put his coat on once more, locked the flat door and headed out once more to catch a taxi. As he sat in the taxi, he couldn't believe that in a week he would be married to Sherlock. All that was to be done was to buy wedding rings and pick up their tuxedos.

John arrived at the jewellers five minutes early, and he entered the well security guarded Tiffany shop. He felt so out of place, but he tried to ignore this fact and he headed towards the wedding section. A pair of long arms slipped around his waist and pulled John close to them and he nuzzled John's hair with his nose. John smiled and turned his head to look at Sherlock.
"Nice of you to join me." He quickly kissed Sherlock and turned back to look at the wedding rings. Sherlock looked over John shoulder, and pointed out a matching pair of wedding rings.
"How about them?" He whispered into John's ear. He was pointing at a pair of white gold wedding rings, with a ribbon pattern engraved into them. "They'd match your engagement ring."
John smiled and placed one of his hands on top of one of Sherlock's on his waist.
"They're perfect." John asks the assistant to take out the two rings. They both try them on for fit, and send them to be re-sized. Half an hour later, the assistant brings out the rings, and they are perfect size. Sherlock whispers in her ear the engravement that he wants on the ring.
"Sherlock? What is it going to say?" Sherlock smiled at John, and sat him down on the sofa as they waited for their rings to be engraved. "You'll see in good time. I just wanted your ring to have a slightly different message." John sighed and leant into Sherlock.

Twenty minutes later, and their rings were complete. John took his ring out of the box they'd just been handed. The engraving read "SH & JHW 20/12/11. Could be dangerous" John looked at Sherlock, with a shocked smile on his face. "The text you sent me to make me come to you the first day we met. How did that survive deletion?"
"Anything with you has never been deleted, and never will be." Sherlock smiled. John placed his ring back in the box, and waited for Sherlock to pay. As they walked out of Tiffany's, John kissed Sherlock.
"I can't wait until you are finally my husband. You are so beautiful and perfect, and you'll be all mine, mine forever."
"John?"
"Yes Sherlock?"
"I wrote our own wedding vows." John looked at Sherlock at laughed.


John arrived home from the surgery, his last shift until after their honeymoon abroad. He was almost pushed out of the door by a hurried Sherlock. "Sherlock!" John shouted for him, but it was too late, he'd left. That meant one thing; Mycroft.
"Mycroft. Glad of you finally to acknowledge our existence. I take it you'll be there?"
Mycroft twirled his umbrella.
"I appear to have upset your fiancé. But I will be there."
John sat down in the sofa, and pulled his phone out and texted Sherlock to come home.
"And why have you come here?"
"Just to say that if you hurt Sherlock, if you ever leave Sherlock after this wedding I will hunt you down. No one and I mean no one will ever get away with hurting my little brother."
John frowned. "I love Sherlock very much, with all my heart. I will never leave him, you got that? Now get the hell out of our flat. You've upset my fiancé, and I want him to come home tonight."
Mycroft smirked and left the flat, and seconds later Sherlock appeared, with a hurt expression on his face. He sat down next to John, his gaze looking down.

"John, I just assumed that you would take my surname and create a double barrel surname. But I'm sorry for not consulting with you, and if that's upset you-" John pulled Sherlock to face him.
"I would gladly take your surname as my own. Where is this coming from? Your brother? Ignore him, he's a bastard." John gently kissed Sherlock.
"There is no where I would rather be other than with you." John smiled at sat back, and mumbled to himself.

"Doctor Watson-Holmes. Doctor W-Holmes. I can't wait until that's written on my door at the surgery and on every legal document..." Sherlock smiled and rested his head on John's shoulder. "Sounds beautiful."


As the wedding drew closer, and was only a day away, Sherlock was running around London completing his last case for a couple of weeks. John was lying on the sofa with his shirt unbuttoned and loose jeans on. He was reading the last Harry Potter book once more, one of his favourite reads, when there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" John called, folding over the corner of his page.
"It's Sarah, I've come to drop off Sherlock and yours tuxedo's." Sarah was standing outside their flat door with two suits, covered in separate covers.
"Come in, the door is unlocked." John threw the book onto the armchair as he stood up, buttoning up his shirt slightly to look more decent for Sarah. He smiled when she entered, and took the two tuxedos off her. He went into their bedroom, and placed Sherlock's on their bed before heading to his old bedroom, which was now a guest room and office type room, and taking the tux out. Sarah followed him into the room.
"Well come on then, try it on." She smiled, and turned her back. John quickly pulled on the white shirt and silver tie, silver waist coat and black jacket and trousers. He straightened the jacket and told Sarah to turn around.
"What do you think?" John laughed as he felt like a model.
"Rather dashing, I must say." Sarah smiled at him. "Well, my job here is done. I should head home and pick up my dress." John remembered the day they chose both his tuxedo and her dress.
"I take it it's the blue floaty one we looked at?" Sarah nodded. John hugged her, and whispered her thanks, before letting her head home. John looked at himself in the mirror, he still couldn't believe it. He thought it was a dream; a dream he wanted never to end. John slowly took off his tuxedo and hung it back in its case. He smiled, and then placed this in the spare wardrobe. He noticed his old army uniform, and pulled it out. He pulled on his army jacket, which had his three medals; a CGC award for saving his unit whilst dying from his wounded shoulder, his OCM for serving in Afghanistan and his medal for being injured in action. This was the first time since he had received his CGC that he had worn his jacket. John sat down on the bed, and remembered the three times he met the Queen, and the pride he felt as he received those medals serving for his country. He remembered how dull and grey his life became before Sherlock came along. He awoke from his reminiscing when Sherlock sat down on the bed next to him, and he traced the medals with his fingertips.
"I always forget that you were someone before me. You've done so much with your life before me, and I forget. I forget that you were such a brave and strong person before I met you, and that you'd already lived. I forgot because my life only began when I met you..." Sherlock trailed off as his fingers dropped from John's medals. John cupped his cheek, and Sherlock leant into the touch. John held his head to gaze into his eyes.
"I may have done all these things, and been awarded these medals. But the damage done was meant to be irreversible. I hated being touched, and I couldn't trust anyone. I even hated it when Sarah kissed me. You reversed the irreversible, and my life began once more. You kick started me back to life." John smiled and gently kissed Sherlock.

John slipped off the jacket and hung it back up, and then held his hand out for Sherlock to take. Sherlock did so, and John led him downstairs, where he picked up his jumper and coat, pulling them on. "Come on, let's go out tonight. My treat, our last dinner together as boyfriends." John laughed and squeezed his hand, pulling him out of the flat.


That night, Sherlock and John slept in separate rooms, and in the morning John went to Sarah's house with his tux in a bag, not breaking the tradition of seeing Sherlock until they met in the hotel. Sherlock wondered about the flat, tidying it slightly. He even fixed the Hoover he'd broken to clean the flat for when they returned that night. He tidied away his microscope and all his equipment, and filed away case notes in the "study". Sherlock smiled and then quickly got changed into his tuxedo.


John was restless; he wanted time to fly until 1pm so he could go to the hotel. He just couldn't wait to see Sherlock in his tux.

Before they both knew it, they were getting into two separate taxis to head to the hotel. At 12:30pm, Sherlock and their guests headed into the reception hall. There weren't many guests; only Lestrade, Sarah, Molly, Harry, Clara and Mike. Parents on both sides of the family were either deceased or non-existent. John paced the room he was in, and waited until five minutes to one. He then entered the reception hall, and was stunned at how gorgeous Sherlock looked. If it wasn't for everyone else in the room, John would've jumped him. Sherlock was wearing a white shirt with a pale blue bowtie, a white waistcoat, a long grey jacket and matching trousers. John walked up to stand by the side of his lover, and took his hand in his.


"Do you, Sherlock Holmes, take John Hamish Watson to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
Sherlock turned to face John, and held both of his hands. He looked straight into John's eyes.
"I do."
"Do you, John Hamish Watson, take Sherlock Holmes to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
John squeezed Sherlock's hands.
"I do."
Sherlock took his ring for John, and slipped it onto his finger.
"I promise you, John Hamish Watson, to love and to care for you and make sure you are no longer captured and held captive because of me, as of this day forward I will try my hardest not to ruin our flat with experiments and to listen to you." John laughed and felt a tear form in his eyes as he took his ring for Sherlock and slipped it onto Sherlock's finger.
"I promise you, Sherlock Holmes, to love and to care for you, and to remain always at your side and as your doctor, and to look after you and make sure you eat, sleep and remain of drugs." A laugh rippled out through the guests, as they all knew them both well.

"From this day forward, I pronounce you both married."
Sherlock cupped John's cheek and gently kissed him and pulled away as he murmured into his ear. "You look beautiful today." John smiled.
"I think we both look beautiful." A flash went off as the photographer took a picture of the two of them looking into each other's eyes.

Sherlock and John where then lead to the table where they both signed the legal papers. John smiled as his name was written legally as John Hamish Watson-Holmes.
"Look how beautiful my name has suddenly become..." John looked at Sherlock and gently kissed him again, in front of everyone. As the guests and photographer left the room, to file into another room for more photos.
"Doctor John Hamish Watson-Holmes. Doctor W-Holmes..." Sherlock rolled his name of his tongue. Sherlock caressed John's cheek. "A beautiful name for such a perfect husband. And you're mine now."
"Sherlock, I've always been yours, since the second we met." Sherlock looked like he was about to cry but shook it off. He held John's hand and led him out of the room.


Sherlock unlocked the flat door and picked John up in his arms. "Sherlock? You know I hate it when you pick-" Sherlock pressed his lips to John's.
"It's tradition. Carry the bride across the threshold. And since you're the one that took on my surname, you're the bride." He winked at John and carried him into their bedroom and closed the door behind them.


Well, hope you enjoyed that. Tell me if you think I should write another chapter, and please review. Olivia xx