Sherlock & John
Sherlock's finger that had once been against John's lips was now outlining the doctor's face. "Uhh...Sherlock...what are you doing?" John felt his voice crack as he tried to confront Sherlock who was only a few inches away from his own face. The detective smiled before moving his finger up into John's blonde hair, playing through every strand.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Sherlock asked staring into the doctor's eyes. John opened his mouth to speak but Sherlock's finger rushed back down onto his lips, silencing him once again. "Now I'll ask you again shall I?" the detective continued to question John, "What does me 'coming back from the dead' got to do with you getting married or not?" The doctor didn't say anything instead he pushed Sherlock's finger away which made the detective lose his balance. John stood up from his place and made his way back to his mirror without looking at Sherlock who was lying on the carpet.
"I'm about to get married for Christ's sake, why are you...?" John tried to finish his sentence but before he could there was a warm pair of arms hugging him from behind. Suddenly Sherlock was sent flying across the room with a bloody nose, John stood above him, "I knew it would be impossible to hide my feelings for you from the world's only consulting detective but I didn't think you would take advantage of me just to entertain yourself. Well Sherlock Holmes are you happy now!?" the doctor ran out of the room, tears rolling down his face.
Sherlock was left alone in the room, leant against the side of the wall with a bloody nose. Did John just say he had feelings for him? The detective slowly pulled himself up and started stumbling towards the door.
"Good heavens, looks like someone got what they deserved for once" Anderson snorted from the doorway, great what Sherlock really needed now was the warm comfort of Anderson.
"Go and make yourself useful, I don't know maybe ruin another forensic case like you always do" Sherlock bit back screwing up his face at Anderson who was slightly taken aback. The detective pushed himself past and carried on limping down the corridor until he reached the toilets.
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Mary & John
Mrs Hudson and Mary were still in the dressing room talking when John came pouncing in with a stretched smile on his face. "Mary, darling we are getting married right now. No more waiting!" the doctor commanded his fiancé who looked a little confused.
"Did something happen John?" Mary slowly stood up from her seat and took one of John's hands in hers. The doctor wrapped his arms around her and looked her in the eyes.
"Nothing happened, I...I just don't want to wait any longer. Mary I want to get married right now, no more waiting. The sooner the better, isn't that right Mrs Hudson?" John turned his head to face the old lady who was still sat in her seat.
"Yes...If that's what you really want dear" Mrs Hudson muttered before fleeing the room leaving the couple in each other's arms.
John looked back at Mary, looking for answers but instead she kissed him on the check and slowly walked away from his grasp. "Mary, what's wrong?" The doctor asked.
"John, do you really want to marry me?" she asked nervously pulling at her arm, "there's still time to pull out" Mary said before shedding a small tear which she flicked away.
"What are you talking about Mary? Of course I want to marry you, I...I love you." John said before pulling Mary close to him once again. Neither one of them said anything for a while all that was heard was the muttering chaos of the guests outside. The doctor slowly pushed Mary by her shoulders so he could look her in the eyes, "Now are you ready to get married?"
"Better not keep them waiting" Mary muttered into John's chest before tiding herself up. "Come on John, we've got a wedding to go to"