Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, and nobody owns Hamish.
As Hamish put on his bow-tie with difficulty, he wondered what it would be like with his parents officially husbands. It probably wouldn't be that different. Except they might shag more then usual. But Hamish could tell that this clearly meant a lot to Dad and Father. Yes, they would probably shag more now that they were married. The really difficult thing was getting a second best man. Hamish was Father's best man, but even though he was very nice, Dad was somewhat of an introvert. He didn't have a lot of friends. Dad had a friend from the army, but he was out of country. Eventually, Lestrade agreed to be Dad's best man.
"Wow do you look hot." said a voice behind him. It was his old boyfriend James. They had agreed to break up since Hamish was going to be gone for years. "Almost makes me want to do long-distance."
"You know that long-distance never works." said the tall young man. James had been one of Hamish's only boyfriends. There was only a girl named Jess before James, so Hamish wasn't much of an expert on relationships.
"You ready to be your own father's best man?" said Peter.
"Of course I am." said Hamish. "Things are just a little bit weird, Father choosing me and all. Always thought there would be someone that could ask as a friend. But oh well."
"Have to go see him now." said James. "Best man duties and all."
"Of course."
As Hamish walked into Father's room, he could see that he was panicking. He has three nicotine patches on and he had recently made a point of not taking cases.
"I can always tell, Father." said Hamish. "I know your worried about today."
"OF COURSE I'M WORRIED!" yelled the tall, slender man. "I'M GETTING MARRIED!"
"Woah. Slow down Father. You wait right here. I will be right back. I have something for you."
When Hamish came back, he was holding something behind his back. When he showed it to Father, Hamish presented a skull.
"It's not made of real bone, but its damn close, and you can still talk to it."
"I…I…I don't know what to say Hamish." He said.
"You don't need to say anything to me, father. Say something to him."
As Hamish left his father to his conversation with the skull, he felt a sort of contentment inside of him. The wedding was going to be wonderful.
