Amethyst was shaking, as she stood with James Morarity in front of a vicar. The dinner didn't happen in the end, as James wanted. To plan something special, he sent Amethyst back to the room, with a warning not to discuss what was said between them.

Mycroft hadn't even looked at Amethyst since his attack, now he sat looking at his sister dressed in white, shaking. Her head was down, as she stared down at her feet. Sherlock had been handcuffed to his seat, when he had punched the makeup artist, after she said that Amethyst was the ugliest person to work with, and that it would take a miracle to get her beautiful, now his sister was marrying his enemy.

Amethyst wasn't really paying attention; she just wanted it over. She felt sick and not beautiful at all in her wedding dress. It fitted, hugged her body and showed off her thin figure. Amethyst looked up, when she felt her hand being squeezed tight.

"I do." Jim said, giving her a smile.

As the Vicar started repeating the same lines to Amethyst; Mycroft stood up making everyone look at him. Amethyst eyes pled him to sit down. Sherlock started to stare at Mycroft, and looked over to Mrs. Hudson, who was now being restrained along with John.

"This has gone too far, and I am leaving. I hope you are happy Amethyst!" Mycroft snapped with no emotion; he then turned away and started to head to the door.

Amethyst soon let out a small scream, as Jim grabbed her, and made her stand in front of him. A gun pointed at her head; Mycroft turned just to see the red dot appear on his head.

"Go on leave, and she will get a bullet right in her brain." Jim said, pressing the gun harder to her head.

"You wouldn't do that, she is your sick game piece!" Mycroft shouted.

Tears streamed down her face, as Jim had gripped her harder, and pushed the gun into her head harder. Amethyst look at her brother, before opening her mouth; nothing came out at first.

"I do." She said before screaming "I DO! I DO!" It echoed of the walls.

Jim lowered the gun, and turned her around to face him. He had a shocked smile on his face, before turning back to the vicar, who quickly told Jim to kiss his bride. Which he did; he crushed his lips to hers, and kept her close. When he ended it. he made sure to whisper low so only she could hear it.

"No escape now."

Xxx

Amethyst just stared ahead; she was now Mrs Morarity. She was now his, and he was right; there was no escape. She's the wife and being his wife saved her family, but also came with a new set of rules, which she was going to find out about soon.

"How's my darling wife?" Jim asked, as he still guided her along the hallway. They were heading to the reception. Amethyst said nothing; she hadn't really reacted since she screamed "I do".

Jim just turned and looked at her, and saw the blank expression on his wife's face. He stopped, and faced her properly, taking her fully in his arms and shook her. Amethyst blinked and soon started to struggle in his arms.

"Please let me go." Amethyst said meekly.

"Then smile, it's your wedding day; you're supposed to be happy." Jim said to her.

"You pointed a gun to my head, and threaten to shoot me, and then threaten to shoot my brother. You basically did a gunshot wedding!" Amethyst snapped at him.

"Calm down, and listen to me right now. You will smile as we walk in, and be on your best behaviour. Then after... Ohh, say two hours, we will leave, and then I will tell you your new set of rules. Understand?" Jim said in a firm tone.

"Yes, I understand." Amethyst said.

Jim was shocked, not to have his wife fighting with him on this. He took her by the arm, and led her into the reception. Sherlock looked up along with Mycroft, to see the newlywed couple. Sherlock wanted to run up, and rip Amethyst away from Morarity.

"Don't make a scene Sherlock." Mycroft said. "He still has his gun."

"She's scared. My Amy is scared." Sherlock said "I want her safe."

James and Amethyst were soon seated at the top table, and food was severed. Everything went smoothly, and no one had said anything, as they were too scared to do so. Soon the dancing started, and Mrs. Hudson, John, Sherlock, and Mycroft watched the twisted waltz that was in front of them, as Morarity led Amethyst around the dance floor.

Sherlock was now dancing with his sister; well rocking back and forth with Amethyst. Her was head resting on his shoulder. Sherlock just held her, knowing he would be losing her again, and this time she might not come back. The same; his Amy was dying, and he knew someone else would take her place. Jim came, and took Amethyst of Sherlock, before guiding her off the dance floor.

"It time for us to go." Morarity said, gripping his wife.

"Please let us stay, just for a little bit longer." Amethyst said, looking at Jim.

"No, after all it is our wedding night."

Xxx

Amethyst struggled in Morarity's grip the whole way, into the house. She was scared that he would take her in his bed. No rules had been said to her. She finally got free, and made a run back towards the front door, but was caught by Seb.

"Put her in my room." Jim said. "I will deal with her."

"Please... Please don't."

Seb managed to get the kicking Amethyst, into Jim's room with no trouble. Jim followed behind, and locked the door after Seb left. Finally turning to his wife; who was his leverage against Sherlock.

"Now calm down and listen."

Amethyst just started at him, wondering if she should make a move. Jim took steps towards her, and managed to take her in his arms.

"We have new rules, my sweet wife."

"Please don't touch me." Amethyst sobbed.

"Shhh, now shall we get this dress off, and you into something comfortable?" Jim cooed. Amethyst just stared at him. "I think that is a yes." Jim moved his hands, so he had Amethyst's zip and pulled it down. Amethyst managed to hold her dress, so it didn't fall down, and bare all of her in front of him.

"Don't."

"Oh, my sweet wife, don't be shy. Come now, it'd been a long day." Jim said. "How about this, I turn around, and you get undressed. Hmm... I'll even get your nighty"

Soon, Amethyst found herself standing in front of her future husband, only in a silk short blood red nighty. Jim gave a sly smile obviously liking her, in what he chose.

"Now, shall we get down to your new rules, before we go to bed?" Jim said, as he patted his bed, so Amethyst could sit next to him.

"Please, can I have my own room?" Amethyst sobbed.

"No, now rule number one: You will be sharing my bed with me. Rule two: You will cook for me, and clean the house. Rule number three: You will refer to me as Jim, or sweetheart, or even sexy. The last rule: Stay in place, no phones or computer, no going out of this house, and wear the clothes I put out for you." Jim said, as he managed to get Amethyst to lie down.

"Please, let me have one more night on my own please?" Amethyst asked facing him.

"No, now off to sleep with you. You have to cook breakfast in the morning"