PLEASE READ! AN: Just so you know... If you want to read this chapter and feel it so real... I HIGHLY recommend you to follow this quick and easy steps:

1- Go to youtube and look for this: /watch?v=lgh9XTkQTDI BUT DON'T LISTEN TO IT (YET).

2- Start reading this chapter. when you see this: XXX HERE COMES THE BRIDE XXX go back to the video (/watch?v=lgh9XTkQTDI) and press play AND GO BACK TO READING THIS.

I HIGHLY RECOMMEND TO LISTEN TO THAT SONG. I DO REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS :)

NOTES: John's thought will be in bold.

He was wearing his Army uniform, the same one he wore the day he was named Captain of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers and of course, his medals were placed on his chest. His hair was meticulously combed. He could also smell his own perfume.

He turned his head to see the people seated behind him. Some police officers, Anderson and Sally, their landlady who looked beautifully on a violet dress, Mrs Turner, Angelo and his wife, Harry, some guys from the Homeless Network, Mike Stanford and his family and Molly who winked at him and waved her hand trying to make him feel calm.

But he wasn't.

John was standing at the top of a very large and huge church. The aisle was decorated with a red carpet and there was also white petals over it. There wasn't enough people to fill in all the chairs of the church but- he was at Westminster Cathedral. How-?

And the Priest in front of him glanced at his watch, again. "Seems like the bride is taking her time, isn't she?"

'Bride? which bride? What was going on?' John was panicking. Who was the bride? He supposed to be marrying Sherlock!

John couldn't speak. He was screaming inside, but for some strange reason he could articulate a single word. Not even a noise. Beside him was Lestrade with a little velvet box in his hands.

"Good choice, John. I'm sure she'll love them."

'She?.' Thought the Soldier.

The DI opened the box, showing a pair of two golden rings. One of them was definitely smaller than the other. A ring for a woman.

'A woman?.' OK, the Doctor was going to kill himself.

"I don't know how you did it, John. But I'm sure you'll make her happy. You deserve a woman like her, and she deserves a man like you."

Again, he tried to open his own lips, but he couldn't. John felt like a strange power was making him nervous and speechless. The only thing he could do was move his legs, his head, his hands-

And the small orchestra placed on the left side started playing a song; Here Comes the Bride.

XXX HERE COMES THE BRIDE XXX (LISTEN TO THE SONG!)

Here 'she' was. John could see Mycroft, perfectly dressed in a black tuxedo walking with someone wearing a white dress and a veil was covering his face. She was as tall as the older Holmes and the only thing the Soldier could tell was that the bride had black and curly hair.

They walked throught the aisle with their arms intertwined. Mycroft was happily smiling at everyone and everyone was returning the smile. John narrowed his eyes. He needed to see who was behind that veil. It couldn't be Sherlock. Everyone referred the bride as 'She' and well, Sherlock was 'He' and he was a groom, not a bride.

John's brain made a click. He was at Westminster Cathedral because of Mycroft Holmes, of course.

The walk through the aisle was long enough to make John wish he could run until he was face to face with the 'bride', remove her veil and see who she was. But he couldn't move! He felt like a puppet, being manipulated by a ghost puppet master!

And there 'she' was. Mycroft let 'her' go and gave 'her' a kiss on the cheek. He turned to John and smiled at him. The 'bride' took the groom's arm and the Priest started talking.

The bride, full covered with a white dress and a veil was taller than John. The Doctor looked at her amazed, trying to calculate her height. Six foot tall. She was wearing high heels or-

There was something wrong going on. John Watson knew it. He felt himself like he was trapped in somebody else's body or like if he were in a very bad drama movie.

"Repeat after me. I, John Hamish Watson..."

"I, john Hamish Watson-"

'WHO'S MOVING MY FUCKING LIPS!'

"Take you, Sherlock Holmes..."

"Take you, Sherlock Holmes-"

'WHAT THE FUCK?'

"To be my beloved wife..."

"To be my beloved wife-"

"And I promise to love you..."

"And I promise to love you-"

"In wealth and poverty..."

"In wealth and poverty-"

"In health and disease..."

"In health and disease-"

"Until death do us apart."

"Until death do us apart."

John felt like someone was moving his hands and suddenly, he was placing a golden ring in the bride's long and pale finger and- wait!

The Priest turned to see the bride and the same speech was repeated. It felt so real, so real. He could bet his life to the demon himself that Mycroft could be behind all of that. Someone had drugged him! Not like he didn't want to marry Sherlock, but something wrong was going on!

"Repeat after me. I, Sherlock Holmes..."

"I, Sherlock Holmes-"

'WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? SHERLOCK! SHERLOCK, IS THAT YOU?'

"Take you, John Hamish Watson..."

"Take you, John Hamish Watson-"

"To be my beloved husband..."

"To be my beloved husband-"

"And I promise to love you..."

"And I promise to love you-"

"In wealth and poverty..."

"In wealth and poverty-"

"In health and disease..."

"In health and disease-"

"Until death do us apart."

"Until death do us apart."

The bride, that declared eerself as Sherlock Holmes placed the other ring in his finger and John could see a tiny glimpse of a smile behind that veil. He needed to see who was behind it.

"You can kiss your wife now."

The tall bride removed his white and silky veil, revealing who she was.

And John's jaw was on the floor.

"You're not going to kiss me, John?."

Behind that veil, and wearing a very expensive designer wedding dress was Sherlock Holmes, the only Consulting Detective, smiling openly to him.

"John! John, wake up!."

The blonde man opened his eyes and tried to adjust his eyes to the light of the place. His lover was sitting just inches away from him, with his hand of his and and a very worried expression on his pale face.

"What happened?."

"You came from work and suddenly you passed out. Are you alright? How are you feeling?."

John sighed, relieved it was just a dream. Sherlock was there, not wearing a white dress and a veil over his face. Just wearing one of his dark suits and his night gown.

"Yes, yes. I think I'm fine-"

"Because you were screaming my name-"

"Really-"

"And something about 'I do'-"

'Oh shit' thought John.

"John, really, are you ill?"

'OK, it's now or never. I can't stand this anymore or I will die.' Thought the good Doctor.

"Sherlock, can you- please, sit here with me."

The Soldier sat over the large sofa and patted the place next to him to make Sherlock understand what he was talking about. The Detective frowned and did as he was told, looking closely at his boyfriend.

John's forehead was covered with sweat, and his hands were shaking. Something wrong was going on.

"I didn't do anything wrong, John! I know I haven't been so-"

"It's OK, Sherlock. I just need to ask you something and-"

"I'd do everything you want, John. You want to try another costume? Or maybe-"

"No, Sherl-"

"I know! You want to play Cluedo, right? I'll buy a new one-"

"Sherlock-"

"Don't tell me. I know. I just need to think-"

"No, I don't want you to know-"

"Are you cheating on me?-"

"No, Sherl-"

"Is the bloke who works in the cafe near surgery?-"

John sighed while Sherlock's hands changed into fist. He could read anyone with just a glance, but this time was so different. No matter how much he tried to look at his lover, the only thing Sherlock could see was interrogation marks over Watson.

There wasn't any clues.

"Sherlock, listen to me-"

"No, John. I don't want to hear it-"

"CAN YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN TO ME?"

John Watson screamed so aloud he knew their landlady could possibly be calling the police or even Mycroft. Sherlock's face was pale, even more than normal and he remained silence. It was the first time John yelled at him.

"Sherlock, I need you to shut the fuck up and listen to me carefully, am I being clear? Open your damn ears, keep your lovely arse over the sofa, don't you fucking dare to deduce anything for just a moment of your life and please, please, don't you dare to say a fucking word until I fucking finish because I promise you... I promise you you'll regret it. You will be the one using my stick. Am I fucking clear, my dear Sherlock Holmes?"

He never blinked. He just nodded and John took a deep breath before talking again.

OK... that was...

Thanks for your support and ideas! I'll use them all :) If you want to know how was Sherlock's dress, let me tell you it's just like Duchess of Cambridge wore in her wedding, ha!

SO, WHAT WILL HAPPEN NOW?

-IS JOHN GOING TO PROPOSE?

-IS SHERLOCK GOING TO INTERRUPT HIM AND JOHN WILL FUCK HIM SO HARD THAT BOTH WILL END UP IN A&E WITH SHERLOCK AND A VERY SORE ARSE AND JOHN AND A VERY SORE COCK?

-IS JOHN GOING TO PROPOSE AND WHAT WILL SHERLOCK SAY?

I honestly don't know what will be happening... AHHH I FEEL LIKE GATISS AND MOFFAT LEAVING THIS CLIFFY :P