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Hey guys. I won't even begin to start to apologize. I've just been doing Uni work - YES I'M IN UNI - HOW THAT HAPPENED I DON'T KNOW.

Therefore I've had no time to write.

But now, here is the finale. Sorry if the end if abrupt, I just wanted to stop.

Hope y'all have had a Merry Xmas and good New Year.

"Jesus. . ." John exhaled, tugging his tie into place as he looked at his reflection in the wardrobe mirror.

Pale complexion, vain attempts at hiding the sleep-deprived dark circles under his eyes from view and with a slight sheen of sweat on his brow.

Yes, he had been a soldier - responsible for pressured literal life-saving decisions and sometimes gruesome deaths.

Yes, he had kept a calm front when Moriarty had strapped Semtex around his person and he had outrun the police countless times through the street-lamp lit streets of London.

But nuptials. Now that was a completely different kettle of fish.

"Calm down" he instructed himself, glaring at his shaking hands as the smoothed down his hair.

Over an hour to go. The car would be pulling up soon to escort them to the venue.

Sherlock and Mycroft would be joining them there. For their marriage.

Oh god, marriage.

A knock at the door shocked him out of his shock slightly.

Taking a deep breath, half-preparing himself for his mother to be standing outside, cheerfully but with a glimmer of a tear in her eye and with a wobbly voice announcing that it was time, he marched to the door and threw it open.

The contents of a florist's assaulted him.

He blinked from behind the huge bouquet, and a quivering voice came from the other side.

"M-mr Watson?" A young bellhop peeked around the edges of the lilies and roses to smile at John.

"These were delivered this morning. Here's the card-" a hand pushed a thick envelope at him. "-And your flowers sir. If you wouldn't mind taking from me, they're very heavy".

"Thanks" John said cautiously.

John carefully wrapped both arms around the flowers, one hand grabbing at the wrapped bottom, which had been adorned with bows and heaved them into his room, kicking the door shut behind him.

He dropped the huge bouquet on the bed, staring at the mass of beautifully cut flowers in admirable confusion. Turning the card over in his hand, he ripped open the envelope. A plain white card fell out, adorned with Sherlock's spiky writing.

John,

The Wedding. Come at once if convenient. Could be dangerous.

If inconvenient, come anyway.

-SH x

John smiled softly, stroking the writing with the tip of his finger.

"You brilliant man" he whispered, all fears gone know as he pictured the unruly curls and starry eyes. What was there to worry about? He was getting married to his other half.

A second knock on the door made him straighten up.

"John? The car's here" his mother called.

He patted his pocket, vows and wedding band safe.

"Showtime."

Sherlock smiled. John must have gotten his flowers now. He assumed the doctor would be terrified of the upcoming ceremony, and just the slightest reassurance from Sherlock should set him straight.

Mycroft straightened his tie beside him, his hand slightly shaking as he tugged the material into a perfect knot, his face businesses and cool.

The tiny twitch in the corner of his eye was the only outside movement which showed his true worry.

"It's only a wedding Sherly" Mycroft had repeated that statement over 12 times that morning, each time going from reassuring Sherlock towards anxious self-help towards himself. The Ice Man. That's what Adler had called him.

How wrong she was.

Sherlock knew Mycroft loved Lestrade. Loved him with his soul and knew his inner thoughts as well as John knew Sherlock's.

Well. . Perhaps a little bit less. Sherlock had to be better in that aspect.

Sherlock turned to his brother, smoothing down the front of his crisp shirt before laying a comforting hand on the elder Holmes shoulder.

"You're right Crofty. It's *only* a wedding".

"Oh! My boys getting along". A flash alerted them to their mother who had bustled into the room, an expensive camera in her hand and her suit classical and fitted. However, the main feature of the outfit was the outsized hat which perched precariously on her head and dipped low over her face, virtually covering on eye. The fact it was covered in white and black feathers also drew attention away from her suit.

Sherlock knew that his mother would be one of the most recognizable people there, but he hadn't expected her to steal the show entirely.

"Violet dear" Siger entered the room, dressed as impeccably as his wife and buttoning his cuffs. "I doubt the boys want photos done. They've hired a photographer, a good one at that, so please leave them be if they want".

"But darling, these are candid's! Oh-" their mother sniffed, waving her hands in front of her eyes in an attempt to stem the tears which usually were commonplace on wedding days. "-My boys getting married. Not to the lovely Fontaine sisters I had hoped for, but to darling John and dearest Gregory. Goodness, it's enough to make a grown woman cry" Violet babbled, rushing over and pulling her sons into a tight embrace, Sherlock and Mycroft pulled uncomfortably close to each other as they grimaced over her shoulder.

Siger lightly pulled his wife away, releasing the men from her iron grip around their necks and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"Right… Showtime".

John leaned his head against the wall of one of the venue's hired rooms. Violet had certainly spared no expense when it came to decorations. John saw bouquets of flowers, light displays and uniformed staff offering the guests champagne before he was whisked off to one of the back rooms which the grooms were staying in.

A knock at the door made him swallow. It truly was time.

Harry stood waiting. She looked healthier. Better and ready to escort him down the aisle where Sherlock would be waiting.

Hopefully at least. It was not unlike the detective to run out in he heard something more interesting was afoot. John wanted to think that Sherlock would rank their impending marriage above a triple murder case, but he wasn't so sure.

"Ready?"

John nodded.

"Ready Sherly?" Mycroft whispered, standing out the glass doors where the wedding would take place. Then, escorted by Siger, they would begin their walk down the aisle and wait for John and Lestrade.

"When haven't I been ready Mycroft?" Sherlock snapped back, his eyes hard and his mouth in a tight line. Mycroft knew his younger brother was putting up a front in order to try to appear calm at that time, but it wasn't working.

"Don't be awkward Sherlock" Mycroft snapped, glaring at his brother. He didn't need this right now, especially since Sherlock had been a thorn in his side since they had arranged the wedding together. It would be so relieving when they finally carried on with married life, without the hassle of any annoying family members.

"Well don't ask stupid questions Mycroft" Sherlock retorted, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Despite his brother frequently driving Sherlock around the bend with his inane queries and just frustrating appearance, Sherlock was quite glad he had a brother. Not only could he vent his anger out on him and Mycroft would take it, but he was an older sibling that despite all their clashes would look out for Sherlock. And in this time of panic, that's what Sherlock needed.

"Let's just get through this today alright? For John and Greg" Mycroft snarled, plastering on a smile as their mother came over to them, tears already streaking down her cheeks.

"I agree. I can get married to my blogger, whilst you have your cake party. We all win huh?" Sherlock smirked as Mycroft's face fell.

"You had too didn't you?"

"One more dig for old times' sake"

Siger appeared behind them, grinning as he patted both of his son's shoulders.

"It really is time boys".

The wedding was over in a blur of tears, eyes never leaving each other and the gripping of hands.

Neither John nor Greg tripped over their vows, and Mycroft would forever deny he let a few tears slide out when he heard his beloved whisper those words to each other. The room erupted into applause when they heard the word 'husband' and the first kiss as spouses, before a flurry of embraces and proud looks were exchanged between parents, all feuds forgotten.

And in the midst of all this hugging, with Sherlock being kissed by an elderly woman claiming to be John's great aunt and Mycroft hugging Greg's mother, the two brothers eyes met over the room and a secret smile was shared.

Yes, it may have been stressful.

But hell… It was worth it.

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