Sigyn had on a short, deep purple dress that was strapless with a small plunge neckline. It was fitted at the bust and a little flared at the bottom. This was the fifth dress she tried on that day. Not to mention the ones from yesterday.

"I'm not sure. I think I like the first one better. I'm not a fan of this neckline."

"I think the long one fit her better."

"She's my best person, you have Gram."

"Excuse me. His name's Greg." Sigyn turned away from the mirror and looked at her uncles.

"May I voice my opinion?" They nodded their heads.

"I prefer the heart neckline and the one shoulder."

"Would it be possible to see the one shoulder again?"

"Of course Mr. Holmes," the sales woman motioned for Sigyn to follow her. They entered the fitting room, again. Sigyn waited for the clamps to be removed before she took the dress off. After she put on the first dress she tried, the sales woman pulled at the fabric around her waist and added the clamps. She left the dressing room and stood in front of the huge mirror.

"I like this one better, but I'm still not sure."

"What are you not sure about?"

"Remember, I won't be barefoot at the wedding."

"That's it! You have to put your heals on. I need to see the whole thing." Sigyn rolled her eyes and grabbed the shoes from John. They were a dark red two inch heels with a small bow on the front. She slipped them on, using John as support and stood back in front of the mirror.

"Oh, Sherlock. She looks beautiful."

"That's the one!"

"Finally!"

Sigyn was setting the table for dinner when a surprise guest burst through the front door.

"WHY DID I FALL FOR SUCH A MORON?!" John Watson came crashing through the front door like a hurricane. He paced back and forth in the living room. The noise caused Mycroft to emerge from his office and Greg from the kitchen. Everyone just stood motionless as John paced. He mumbled something about cheekbones and intelligence.

"WELL?" He stopped pacing and threw his arms up.

"Uncle John, would you like to join us for dinner?"

"Thank you!" John walked to the table and sat down. Sigyn looked at Greg and then her father.

"Greg, it would seem we have another for dinner."

"Good thing I made extra pasta." Greg vanished back to the kitchen and Mycroft to his office. Sigyn finished setting the table and got another place setting.

"What are they arguing about this time?"

"I have no clue. Hey, here's an idea...why don't you ask him?"

"Me?"

"Yes you."

"I'm only 15"

"Only for a little bit."

"I'm his niece"

"Not by blood"

"I'm not a guy"

"Exactly! That's why you should be the one to talk to him." Sigyn folded her arms, shifted her jaw, and narrowed her eyes. Greg stopped stirring the sauce and looked at her. A shiver ran down his spine. She looked at him just like Mycroft did, the same look that made him drop to his knees and bag for forgiveness.

"Fine! I'll do it. Just stop looking at me like that! You look like your father." Sigyn smiled to herself as Greg walked out to talk to John. She gave the sauce a few more stirs before grabbing another place setting.

"He's just so infuriating! Just because he thinks he's the smartest on the planet, doesn't mean everyone else is completely dumb."

"Well in all fairness he is a Holmes, by definition..."

"We are the smartest people on the planet. Some more then others. My brother is the only exception to the rule." Sigyn finished the last place setting and waited for her father to finish.

"He's a complete idiot." Sigyn rolled her eyes and went back to the kitchen. She got a serving bowl out and put the freshly drained pasta in it followed by the sauce from stove. She gave them a good mix together. She pulled the bread from the oven and salad from the fridge. She took the pasta bowl to the dinner table. John was saying something about coat collars and being smug. Sigyn went back to the kitchen and got the salad and some dressings. In the few seconds it took her to grab the bowl, John was now complaining about the mess his flat was in. Sigyn placed the bowl on the table and grabbed the bread from the kitchen. When she walked back to the dinner table, John was listening the things he loved about Sherlock. Sigyn sat down and looked at her father.

"Sigyn, would you mind serving dinner please?"

"My pleasure." Greg handed Sigyn his plate but never took his attention from John. Sigyn added some pasta and bread before handing it back. He took it and handed her his salad plate. She added some salad and handed it back with some dressing. Mycroft followed suit and she gave them back just the same. She waited for John's plate. He just kept talking about Sherlock.

"Uncle John, may I please have your plates?"

"Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart." He handed her both plates and continued his rant. She added some pasta, bread and salad to the appropriate plate.

"Uncle John?" She handed them back to him.

"Thank you Sigyn. You know I think you are the only Holmes I've met that doesn't display her intelligence like a badge."

"Uh, thanks?" She served herself as Mycroft poured his glass of wine. Sigyn had a glass of milk. Greg and John each had a bottle of beer.

John continued to complain about Sherlock as they ate. Sigyn simply blocked him out. She was in her own world when her father's voice got her attention.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"John just asked you a question."

"I asked what school are you planning to go to when you graduate?"

"I actually graduated early and am planning to take a gap year."

'Or three' Sigyn thought to herself.

"Well, congratulations! Well done!"

They finished the rest of the meal in almost complete silence.

Sigyn stood just to the right of the priest as Rosie made her way down the makeshift isle. She smiled at Sigyn as she sat next to Mrs. Hudson. Everyone turned and watched the two grooms walk up to the front, hand in hand. They made it to the front and turned to look at each other.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the coming together of one John Watson and one Sherlock"

"Are we not doing middle names?"

"No! We are not!"

"Why not? What's wrong with your middle name and shouldn't it be Doctor?"

"Sherlock, will you please let the man finish? If you want to add middle names tomorrow fine."

"Daddy I have to potty,"

"Mrs. Hudson, would you mind?"

"Of course not dear." Mrs. Hudson took Rosie by the hand and right to the bathroom.

"May I continue?"

"Yes Vicor. This time Doctor John Hamish Watson and Sherlock Holmes."

"Oh no! If I'm using my title and middle name, you are using your FULL name." Greg and Sigyn looked at each other with equal confusion. Mycroft just chucked from his seat.

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes, if you please Father." Sherlock straightened his back and glared at John, who only smirked back.

"Fine. I would like Doctor to be used however."

"I'm okay with that, Doctor John Watson and Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

The day of John and Sherlock's wedding has finally arrived. Everyone was gathered at a small church just outside of London. Not much decorations was done on the building.

"You look pretty Sig."

"Thanks Rosie, so do you."

Sigyn just walked out of the room she was assigned to use as a changing room. She was wearing the purple dress and red heels. Her hair was curled and pulled away from her face. Her makeup was done too, both by Mrs. Hudson. Sigyn picked up her flowers and tied John's ring to one of the stems.

"Sigyn! Has anyone seen Sigyn?"

Sherlock was frantic. He looked right past her as he called her name. He had his suit on but his tie wasn't tied and his cuffs were open. Sigyn touched his arm and he jumped.

"Oh good. I need help!" He held out his wrists. Sigyn placed her flowers down to helped her frantic uncle. She buttoned his cuffs and started working on his tie.

"Uncle Sherlock, why are you so nervous?"

"What if John finally realizes I'm not good enough for him? I'm lucky he's stuck around this long. When he asked if I'd marry him, I was dumbfounded."

"Uncle John loves you. If he didn't, would he put up with your craziness?"

"I guess you're right."

"Papa, look my dress!" Rosie spun in a circle.

"Oh Rosie, don't you look pretty. Now you know what to do, right?"

"I walk down and throw flowers on ground. And go sit next to Mrs. H."

"Right."

A light piano music started playing to signal for people to find their seats. It didn't take long since most of the guests were in the wedding party. Sherlock's parents sat on the right and John's on the left. John's sister even made the journey. Greg walked around a corner and straightened his jacket. He had on a black suit, red shirt, black tie and purple pocket hanky. He winked at Sigyn and walked down the isle.

Sigyn picked up her flowers and took a deep calming breath. She walked down the isle and stood in her spot. She was more than a little pleased that she didn't trip. Rosie made her way next. She emptied her basket of flower petals and sat next to Mrs. Hudson.

The music changed to a lovely melody. Everyone's attention was drawn to the back of the church. John and Sherlock stood hand in hand. They looked like a perfect match set. They walked down the aisle and stopped just in front of the priest.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the coming together of one Doctor John Watson and one Mr. Sherlock Holmes. All of us need and desire to love and to be loved. And the highest form of love between two people is within a monogamous, committed relationship. John and Sherlock, your marriage today is the public and legal joining of your souls that have already been united as one in your hearts. Marriage will allow you a new environment to share your lives together, standing together to face life and the world, hand-in-hand. Marriage is going to expand you as individuals, define you as a couple, and deepen your love for one another. To be successful, you will need strength, courage, patience and a really good sense of humor. So, let your marriage be a time of waking each morning and falling in love with each other all over again. I do believe the couple has prepared their own vows, John, if you would please"

"Sherlock, when we fist met I was baffled by your intelligence. The way a small scratch on a cell phone told you a person's whole life story. You saw the drive I tried to hide. I was broken, you found all the pieces and put me back together. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't survive without you in my life. I tried to hate you, it only drove me mad. You saw the truth in me before I did. You surprise me everyday. You stepped up and offered to help raise my...our daughter. You are my missing piece, I never knew I was missing. Sherlock, I promise to love you past my last breath, I will always tell you when you're being an idiot, hold you when you fall and pick you back up. I love you, Sherlock and with this ring," Greg handed John a gold band, "you are mine, forever." John slipped the ring onto Sherlock's finger with huge smile.

"John, I always viewed myself as Asexual. I lived my life that way for so long I was caught off guard when I fell for an army doctor with a psychosomatic limp. You restored my faith in humanity. You showed me it wasn't a defect to care for another person. People told you to keep your distance, that only made you draw closer. I know that I am the most unpleasant, rude, ignorant and all-round obnoxious arsehole that anyone could possibly have the misfortune to meet. John, I am a ridiculous man redeemed only by the warmth and constancy of your love. I've only love a hand full of people, none as much as you. John, I promise to have your name on my lips as I'm dying. I will take you on all my life threatening adventures, I promise to try and be the man you more than deserve. I love you John and with this ring," Sigyn untied the ring and handed it to Sherlock, "I am yours, forever." Sherlock slipped the ring onto John's finger with smug grin.

"I now pronounce you husband and husband, you may now kiss the groom." John raised himself up on his tiptoes and grabbed Sherlock by the collar. They kissed as the crowd cheered.

"Ladies and gentleman, I would like to present, for the first time John and Sherlock Watson-Holmes!"