"What the hell?" Greg's voice was the first to break the silence. Johns face, a picture of horror, had glazed over as he stared at Sherlock, his thoughts were trying to process what was happening, No, this can't be happening, he's dead. Greg saw the need to interject so he walked over to Sherlock and pulled him away, out of the church with everyone still staring at the dead man.

When he left whispers erupted almost immediately, John didn't move, he made no effort to pick up the ring and he thought he would throw up.

"John, sweetie? That was Sherlock, right?" Mary's confused voice was that funnelled into Johns mind, all heads turned to him when Mary said this.

"Yes," was all he could choke out before a string of swearwords, "That bastard. That stupid, greedy, fucking bastard. How could he?" He was walking towards the door as he was saying this, leaving Mary at the altar and everyone's eyes following him. He walks over to Sherlock and pulls him away from Greg, "What the hell are you doing here?" he shouts, his fists clenched to his side.

"John, I'm sorry but I had to see you. I had to meet Mary, the woman that has made you so happy." He smiled and was looking to Greg for help, he held his hands up, shook his head and walked back into the church, calming the situation inside.

"You have no right to be here. You're dead!" John shouted, his voice was bland and no matter how much volume he gave it he would never be able to explain how angry he was. "You're somewhere over there," He motioned his head towards the numerous gravestones behind him, "I was there when you were buried. I visited your grave stone and now you turn up on the happiest day of my life." He shook his head, "Why?"

"John, hear me out." He paused for a second, John didn't say yes but he didn't interrupt. "I couldn't come back, I tried my damn hardest but I couldn't. It was today or never and I thought you'd want to know I'm alive." He said slowly.

"You couldn't have waited until after my wedding? You heartless dick." He shook his head again and went to turn away but Sherlock grabbed his left hand, "Get off of me." He said blandly before his right fist collided with Sherlock's face. "I am getting married, now you can come in if you want but don't expect a welcoming reunion." He pulled his hand away and walked back into the church. Sherlock got to his feet and followed.

"Where were we?" John said to the pastor. "I remember," he picked up the ring and smiled at Mary again. The silence in the church made the anger evident in John's voice. "I do." He grinned and pushed the ring on Marys finger, "How could I not?" he chuckled.

The pastor composed his face, he didn't expect John to continue the ceremony like that, "Then I know pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride."

On demand John reached his hand behind Marys back and pulled her close. He rested his lips on hers and kissed her, slowly, it was after all in front of all their friends, he pulled away and Mr and Mrs Watson walked down the aisle, grinning and thanking everyone.

When they got to Sherlock, who stood at the back watching everything, John said "This is Mary, my wife. Mary, you know of Sherlock, well he's not dead, apparently." He stared at Sherlock angrily before Mary spoke, trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, hi Sherlock, that is how you pronounce it? I'm Mary," She stuck her hand out but after a couple of seconds of no reaction from Sherlock she dropped her hand and frowned, What did I ever do to him? She thought. She pulled John out of the doors and looked back, smiling at everyone as they followed the couple, leaving Sherlock out of sight at the back of the crowd. "He's a bit odd." She whispered in Johns ear as they walked under the archway to go to the car that would lead them to the reception.

"Well, I just hope he doesn't need somewhere to stay." John said, no matter how much he'd missed Sherlock, he'd just gotten over the death, and the death of his best friend wasn't easy to recover from. He couldn't exactly turn Sherlock away, it was his flat too.

"Let's just have fun, we still have the party and I'm sure he'll turn up to that, you two can talk then, okay?" She said, she sat in one seat of the car and John got into the car after, "Hey, cheer up!" She leaned into John and kissed him on the check, rubbing his hair with her hand.

"Okay," He smiled, Mary had this way of just cheering him up.

He sent a text to Greg:
Bring Sherlock to the party, he and I need to talk-JW

"He's coming and I'll talk to him." He smiled as he looked out of the window, the people were dispersing to their own cars so that they could get to the party venue.

When they arrived John stood outside and welcomed his and Marys friends and family, he lost count of how many times he said "Yeah, she's just getting changed, doesn't want to spill anything on the wedding dress." After everyone went in Greg walked up and Sherlock followed him up, his head hung. "Greg, go tell Mary I'll be in soon." He smiled at his friend and best man before looking at Sherlock.

"John, I am so sorry..." He trailed off and looked at John.

"Okay, you're back. I won't question you and although I'm angry I'll get over it, where are you thinking of living? Mary lives with me in Baker Street, you're room is free but your stuff is all in boxes." He shrugged. He couldn't allow himself to get close to Sherlock, he put up this wall and kept Sherlock blocked out, and if he got close then he would get hurt.

"I hadn't thought about that, I don't know, I might move back into the flat, it won't be that cluttered and I can keep my experiments in my room, I really am sorry but I'll do anything to be your friend again." He wasn't one to beg, John thought that this was a bit weird but even so, "Okay, come in, be nice to everyone? There's a seat next to Greg, he's next to me." John walked off in through the doors, lead Sherlock to the main table and pointed to a seat next to Greg.

"Thanks," he said quietly as he took his seat.

Mary was sat one seat away from Greg and the first thing John noticed was what she was wearing, a pale yellow dress that reached her knees with flowers at the bottom, pale yellow dolly shoes were nestled on her feet, the only jewellery was the diamond ring on her finger.

John turned to her, "He's staying in his old room, he said it won't be cluttered and he'll do most things in his room." John looked at Mary, she'll understand, he thought.

"Okay, well he can come out of his room, I wouldn't want him to feel out of place, he was there first." Mary remember the way Sherlock had ignored her when she spoke to him in the church, maybe he was just upset that someone else had John.

Sherlock heard this and smiled at Mary. "I believe we got off on the wrong foot, sorry." He said to Mary, "I was upset but I am sorry, I hope you don't mind me being there, only until I get a place." He said, he explained it to her mainly because if they were going to be sharing a table tonight and a house for the next couple of weeks.

"It's okay, stay as long as you want." John squeezed Marys hand under the table and she smiled at him.

At the table there was Greg, Sherlock, John, Mary and an empty seat. The empty seat was reserved for whenever Molly finally got here. John couldn't wait to see the shock when she saw Sherlock. They chatted as they ate and then finally the music turned on, Sherlock stayed in his seat, never moving once to dance, while John and Mary walked around thanking everyone for coming and dancing with most people there.

Greg was the only one that wasn't at the table when Molly finally came in, she was wearing a dress that cut off just below her knee and shimmered around there, "Hey Sherlock," she smiled at him, "John, Mary, I'm so sorry I'm so late! I got in a spot of trouble at work, someone came in last minute and they really needed to know what killed him straight away. She took her seat next to Sherlock and looked at him, "You told them then?" She said, pointing mostly at John.

"You knew?" John said quickly. "I knew you wouldn't get over it that quick." He frowned at her but then a reassuring squeeze tingled his hand, Mary was pulling him up and the music slowed.

"First dance?" She asked as she led him to the dance floor. Everyone dispersed and stood around the edge while John and Mary swayed in the centre.

"I can't believe she knew and didn't tell me." He frowned but continued, "Are you sure you want him to live with us? You know how he gets."

"Yes, he was your friend." Mary leaned her head on Johns shoulder. "Can we just forget about him being dead, just for tonight, and have fun?"

"Okay."

~O~

"Sherlock! We've already been through this! You can't shoot walls!" John shouted at Sherlock, pulling the gun out of his hands and throwing it across the room. "Mary and I are tired, do you think you can be quiet for the rest of the night?" He asked, not waiting for a reply before turning around and storming back to his bedroom on his heels.

"Fine." Sherlock said to the empty room. John hadn't been the same since Sherlock returned; there were rules about everything, not foolish gun waving or silly deductions in this house. Sherlock didn't care too much, unless he was bored, he was just glad to be home.