Prompt from Winter Winks 221: Curled up in Bed

"Mary?"

Mary heard John open the door, but didn't look up from where she was curled up in bed. She couldn't move - the weight of her grief was too heavy, pressing her down into the covers.

"Mary, darling." She felt John sink onto the bed beside her, and went willingly when he pulled her into his arms. "What's happened?"

"Moira," she croaked. Her shoulders began to shake, and she choked up, unable to say more. Instead, she just held out the letter.

"Moira? Has something gone wrong with her wedding?" John took it, and when she heard his sharp intake of air, she knew he'd read the important part. "I'm so sorry, my darling."

"Frederic loves her," she gasped through her tears, feeling like she would drown in her sorrow. "What will he do now? Who would kill Moira?" She buried her face in John's shirt. "What will I do?"

"You'll survive, my love, and honour her memory." He stroked her hair. "Would you like me to ask Holmes to help on the case? You know he's the best, he'd find her killer."

She shook her head, unable to find the words. As much as she loved Sherlock and appreciated everything he was to John, right now she just needed her husband. All she wanted was for him to hold her while she cried, mourning the loss of her best friend.