A/N: Thank you so much for all your reviews/favourites :) Now, just a couple of things before you read this update: firstly, I chose the song because it just fit the way I saw Sherlock at the end of TSoT :) Secondly, this might have a bit of a weird feel to it but that's partly because Sherlock seemed rather off kilter in this episode and I like to think it's because he was distracted by Molly (and her date). This update is based around why I think that might be. Hope you enjoy :)
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Swaying room as the music starts
Strangers making the most of the dark
Two by two their bodies become one
I see you through the smoky air
Can't you feel the weight of my stare
You're so close but still a world away
What I'm dying to say, is that
I'm crazy for you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss
I'm crazy for you, crazy for you
-'Crazy For You,' Madonna
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Yellow was a particularly hideous colour.
It was so bright, so cheerful and so…Molly.
It wasn't until she'd arrived in that dress with the infernal bow that made it impossible for him to look away, that Sherlock realised why he'd suggested yellow as the colour scheme for the wedding.
Yellow was Molly's colour.
The wing (that he never conceded was bigger than a room) dedicated to her in his Mind Palace was flooded with yellow light, a colour that he always associated with her. It was bright and cheerful and warm, just like she was.
It was dreadfully sentimental, and a little sickening, but she was his sunshine.
Only she wasn't his, she was Tom's.
Even though his eyes had drifted in her direction on more than one occasion throughout his speech, drawing strength from her presence and the small smile on her face. Even though he'd sought her out for reassurance when he'd thought things had gone horribly, Tom was the one sitting at her elbow.
And Tom was the one dancing with her at the reception.
Despite the hopes he had been entertaining from what her eyes had told him in a couple of unguarded moments, Tom was still the one she'd be leaving with.
Not even the rapport he'd cultivated with Janine in order to get a rise out of his pathologist had succeeded beyond seeming to make her unhappy. He'd stopped after that; having sworn to never intentionally make her unhappy again.
It had been that particular revelation that made him leave early, no longer able to stand having her so near and yet so far.
Only to return to Baker Street where most of the wedding preparations were still lying around the living room.
It had only taken one look after his earlier realisation about the colour scheme for him to realise that every suggestion he'd made had been with Molly in mind. It had been pure chance that John and Mary had liked them as well.
Sherlock flopped into his chair with a heavy sigh; shutting his eyes he blocked out the room and all the unpleasant memories of the day as he sank into his Mind Palace.
In his mind's eye he saw Molly looking up him, the radiance of her smile rivalled only by the brightness of her yellow dress. Still smiling she linked arms with him, standing on tiptoe to peck him on the cheek as she did so. He found himself smiling warmly down at her in response, admiring the way the dress complimented her colouring.
Yellow was such a lovely colour.
So bright, so cheerful and so…Molly.
