Another one shot based almost on another one I read. The other one had Sherlock deduce it, but this one is going to be a bit different.

Left at the alter

Molly smiled wide as her mother kept talking. She focused back on her lips as she slathered on lipstick and completed her entire makeup look.

"I'm done mum. Hand me the veil please." Molly stood up, she was still in her wedding night attire and her dress was put to the side for now as she got ready and had a light lunch before the mid afternoon ceremony.

"My goodness you're a beautiful bride darling." Her mum gushed and started to fan herself so she wouldn't cry.

"I can't wait for later. I want to show you the cake and the-"

"I'm sure it will all be lovely. I wish I could have come and helped you but-"

"I know. You're busy with your papers." Molly waved her mums apology off and made sure the veil was sitting right before she turned and started to snap the shoes on. She had her mum help her slip the dress on the floor, create the hole for her shoes, and then she moved right on once it was up and on her shoulders.

"These buttons, added in with the tight satin off the shoulder style Molly is so beautiful!" Her mum helped her do all the buttons and she pulled back and covered her mouth and Molly noticed the tears.

"It's ok mum-"

"I wish your dad could see you. He would have been so happy to see you settled. He was always going on about how you would meet the perfect man for you. And Tom... he treats you well." Molly noticed the hesitation in the compliment, almost as if she wasn't sure what to say.

"Yes he does mum." Molly turned and thought about Sherlock and quickly made her mind imagine what Tom was going to look like at the alter.

She ran her hands down her satin fit and flare gown and was happy for once with the way she looked. Molly almost didn't try this silhouette on, but the bridal shoppe lady had insisted she try on all types and find her favorite.

She had been dress shopping alone, but she still cried when she found the right one. She called her mum as soon as she did and sent pictures and it was paid for with the large savings she had from the years of working and never really cashing in on expensive things.

Molly and her mum were told that the church was filling up, guests were signing in, and that everything looked good. Twenty minutes went by and then her mum walked out telling her she would see her at the end of the ceremony and gave her cheek a kiss and left.

Another half hour went by, making the entire ceremony 20 minutes late, and when the sound of a scuffle was heard outside she peeked out and saw Sherlock pushing on Tom and she saw how Tom was trying to leave.

"What's going on?" Molly asked making both men pause and Sherlock actually looked floored. Lost for words, but his grip on Tom didn't lessen. "This is my wedding day Sherlock what are you doing?"

"You chose him, and he makes you happy." Sherlock spoke out fast, moving him and Tom closer and then he turned Tom so he was looking at Molly. "Now tell her what you were doing."

Molly felt her stomach sink at the look Tom gave her. "You were leaving. Just going to ditch." Molly didn't need to hear him say it, she knew it. She could deduce it out of his face like Sherlock probably did.

"I told him he was going to come back and tell you or go through with it." Sherlock whispered as his eyes trailed over Molly again and Tom pulled away from him.

"You think I would want to marry a man after I've found out he was going to do this? Just leave me at the alter?" Molly asked and then she walked up to Tom and Sherlock winced at the three smacks he received. "Sherlock... get me out of here." She begged and she looked at Tom. "Now you're the one left at the alter. Go tell my mother what you were going to do. Tell your family." Molly started to cry, but when Sherlock moved in to wrap her in close she lost it and started to sob.

How could she have been so stupid? How could she have missed all the warning signs? How could she have thought she loved someone who didn't even have some ounce of bravery in his body to at least tell her it was over!?

Molly cried the entire car ride, ruining her makeup, and her dress was starting to feel too tight. She sobbed until she was hyperventilating and before she could stop herself she was having a full on panic attack now worried about her side of the family, her guest, her mother didn't even have a way to contact her since she left everything at the chapel.

Before she got worse Sherlock pulled over at a little BB and ran in, asking for an available room with one bed and then he ran back out and grabbed Molly. She was stumbling in the gravel in her heels, so he did the logical thing and picked her up bridal style and walked her all the way to the room.

She hid her face in his Armani jacket and cried silently which they were both grateful for since they didn't want more attention. He could hear someone whispering about how romantic he was carrying his new wife, and he just nodded at someone who helped him open the door and then he shut it with a kick and he went right to the bed.

"Sherlock I need to get this off. It's too tight, it's hot." She fanned herself and Sherlock just did as she asked and turned her until he could start undoing the 100 buttons on her back. The farther down her back he got the better she could breathe.

"It's ok." Sherlock turned her back around and held her tight, creating a tight hold on her to comfort her like most farmers do to cows to calm them for breeding, milking, and when they kill them. Sherlock held her tight, his hands moved up to make sure her hair came undone and he calmed her mind enough that her body stopped shaking.

"Why were you making him go back? You hate him." Molly whispered and Sherlock raised his thumb and wiped away a few tears and he grabbed her own hand and kissed the back.

"You love him. You wanted to marry him. He had a choice to tell you or go through with it. He didn't want to do either." Sherlock knew the second he had left the church. Her best man came out and whistled until he sat down. Then Tom never came out and was 10 minutes late... so Sherlock took the next ten minutes to find and bring him back. Too bad Molly heard him pushing at Tom and his plan to see her happy failed.

"I'm a moron." Molly cried and turned over, now crying but not as bad as before.

"No you're not." Sherlock rubbed over her back and tried not to take mental pictures of her like this. Basically in the nude in all the white lace, her heels were off but her stockings still covered her toes. Her front didn't hide much from his eyes, but her back end was bare to the smallest freckle.

Sherlock started to recite the periodic table until she was asleep, then he made sure to cover her up and find something to do until she woke up.

He picked up her dress, still seeing the way it seems to be fitted to her body in all the right places and make her glow a bit more.

She had been stunning when she had come out, and he had known Tom was the biggest fool in the world to run from her. Even Sherlock, the man who would never commit, wouldn't leave her behind. Not in a white dress, and never in a white coat either. Molly was his one person he would make a exception to, all his rules, all his "I'm married to my work" excuses would be gone if he knew he had the chance to make her happy.

That was a reason he never asked her out in the first place. He loves Molly, loves her so much he wanted her happy with someone else because he knew he could never keep her happy 24/7. He would ruin it, fight and bicker with her, make her steaming mad... all of it. She deserved someone who would do anything to see her smile. Even jump on a tightrope and get his face painted as an otter or lion with her.

Sherlock watched her sleep the afternoon away and when she woke up he moved closer and grabbed her hand so she knew he was there for her.

"You're not a moron." Sherlock told her softly. "You're brave for looking for love. I've had it in my life for years... and I've always been worried I would mess it up and ruin it." Sherlock told her and she bit her lip and played with her fingers in his hand. "I want you happy Molly."

"You said that earlier Sherlock, but would I have been happy, or just blind and stupid thinking someone who thinks a meat dagger is real... was a good stand in." Molly sniffles and then brought her hand away from his and covered her face.

"Blind? What do you mean?"

"You know he looks like you, everyone does. He was your replacement from when you were dead and I had the stupid idea that I actually loved him. I told you Sherlock I'm a moron."

"You're a brave emotional woman... I'm a moron for almost letting another man make you his wife." Sherlock told her and then he told her all the things he wanted to but always stopped himself.

He talked about her hair, how he loves it most when she spends time on it, makes it seem a bit more work for her when she knows he will be around, and he does appreciate the effort, same with the makeup. It does make her look better, but what's under neath is still beautiful. He tells her how much he loves her funny jumpers and morbid jokes and how she sticks up for him, and how she's helped him.

He spills his love and just when he's about to confess it all, she sits up and straddles him and kisses him into silence.

"You love me." Molly whispered and Sherlock nodded and his hands roamed from her knees, up her thighs, and then landing on her hips.

"And I better not be the next man left at the alter." Her moved his hand up to take her left one, pulling the ring off and tossing it across the room. "I'll replace that as soon as we get home."

"You've already saw me in my wedding dress! It's bad luck." Molly settled down over him a bit more and he smiled softly.

"Actually I think it worked in my favor. You looked astounding by the way. Almost forgot what to say when you asked what was going on. I wasn't sure I made sense." Sherlock told her and she giggled.

"Well you've already got me in my knickers on my wedding night... what's going to happen now?"

"Not your wedding night... just the first of many nights with me." Sherlock flipped them both over and made her squeal.

He did it again a month later. Again. This time, the both wore rings and it was signed sealed and no one stopped them or stole the bride from the ceremony to tell her how much they loved her.