It's here. I have decided to write a wedding chapter. I'm pretty sure this is my favourite chapter so far. If Molly Hooper and Sherlock Holmes got married, I would probably explode due to a tremendous amount of feels. WARNING: May cause you to run out of tissues. ANOTHER WARNING: This is a really long chapter with one cuss word. :| Anyway, I hope you like this and make sure to leave a review or comment :)


Sherlock holmes looked in the mirror of his dressing room. His tux fit nicely and the bow tie ( which Molly instructed him to wear ) was straight for once thanks to John. But Sherlock had this aching feeling, nerves. he worried about every and any possibility that may happen, except this time, he couldn't eliminate the impossible. Any bad thing that could happen could really happen. And it scared him. It scared him to think that he couldn't be good for Molly. It scared him to even think about being anything less to her than her husband.

"Hey mate, the lads are waiting in the lobby for pictures, coming?"

Sherlock blinked a few time and focused on John. "Oh, uh, yes. I'll be there in a moment."

If anyone knew Sherlock as well as Molly, it was John Watson. Best man and best friend. "Sherlock are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Sherlock snapped.

"No you're not. It's the nerves isn't it?"

Sherlock was suddenly happy that John had gotten married before him. "Possibly. It's fine. We should go, can't have them all waiting. Mike's probably already sharing stories."


"Molly, you look beautiful!"

"Stunning."

Molly Hooper looked in the mirror. She felt beautiful. Her hair was set in a simple, but elegant bun that hid the clip of her veil. This was how she pictured herself on her wedding day, and this was the man she saw herself with. It was perfect.

"Nervous?" Mary asked.

"A bit." Molly admitted, but unlike Sherlock, she knew all weddings could be a bit nerve wracking. It made it easier knowing that this was what she wanted. She knew that Sherlock Holmes was going to be a great husband. She imagined him holding her, trying to do new things together, and just being together in general. She thought about the possibility of a kid and how adorable and perfect it would be with the three of them together. Molly tried hard to keep herself from crying, she didn't want to ruin her admittedly stunning makeup.

Mary adjusted Molly's veil. "I had the same feeling when I married John. Sherlock's a great man Molly. You two are going to be together for the long run. You have nothing to worry about."

"Thank you." Molly said as she hugged Mary.

"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" Lestrade asked as he entered the room.

"No, what's up?"

"The ceremony is about to begin."


Sherlock's nerves were acting up more than ever now. People filled the seats as music began playing from the speakers. Molly came from a small building around to the center of the aisle. She took a deep breath as she began to slowly move towards Sherlock. They both had to remind themselves to keep calm. Molly could already feel the tears coming. Sherlock thought he might cry at just how beautiful Molly looked, but he too kept them in.

"Hello Molly." Sherlock said with a smile.

Molly laughed. "Hello Sherlock. Ready?"

Sherlock smiled. "I've been ready for a long time."

"Molly, I believe you and Molly have both written some vows. Would you like to exchange yours first?" Mike said, as he was the internet ordained preacher.

"Sure." Molly said weakly. Talking in front of people was not her thing, and the fact that it was her wedding day made it even more nerve wracking.

"Sherlock, we've know each other for a long time. You come to Barts almost everyday, sometimes I think it's just because you're bored. In the beginning I couldn't even talk to you with you stumbling over my words. But some days were hard, some days we hardly talked to each other. You would just observe your thing and I would do my job. Then John came in, and you were off solving crimes even more than usual. Then we really didn't see each other, but to be honest, we needed to give each other space." Molly paused. The next bit was hard to talk about. "Then came our good friend Jim." The crowd laughed. Every knew about Moriarty. Molly smiled even though he still scared her.

"What most people don't know is that I dated Jim for about a month. At the time I had no idea he was a vicious serial killer and that he was out to get one of my dearest friends. After that, I'm happy to say it didn't last long." The crowd erupted with laughter again, but after Molly's next bit, it would be silent.

"Then came the fall." An uneasy feeling was spread around the crowd. "Another thing most people don't know is that I helped Sherlock with that. Sherlock's goal the whole time was to stop Moriarty's network, but he couldn't leave right after the fall. He needed to lie low. That's when my flat came in handy. Something happened in the time we shared there. You were more kind, more protective of me which is something I could never understand. For the longest time I thought I was just a small part in your exciting life and suddenly, I became something more."

Molly couldn't control the tears any longer. "Then you had to leave. And I knew you survived the fall, but I thought you were dead. I thought you had gotten in too deep and that I had lost you. So when you came back, it was easily the most happy moment of my life. Unfortunately there was the small problem of a fiance. After Sherlock came back he didn't last long when Sherlock found out he had a pretty blond friend." Molly laughed. She remembered being angry, but at the same time relieved. She was lying to herself. She never loved Tom. He could never be Sherlock. That was one of the most awkward, weird days of her life.

"And then we were together again. After John's marriage, someone needed to keep you occupied." Sherlock smiled. "We had fun. Solving crimes and attempting to do 'normal people stuff'. I guess what I want to say Sherlock is that we aren't the normal couple. The high functioning sociopath and the quiet pathologist from Barts. Are story is a confusing, adventurous one, and one I wouldn't mind telling a billion times. Because we fit. We keep each other in balance. Your my closest friend and I can't wait to start our life together."

Sherlock smiled. He was praying that this would go as well as his best man speech.

"Sherlock, are you ready?"

"Yes." He drug out the crumpled piece of paper from his trouser pocket. "Molly, I still can not figure out why you let me into that morgue. Actually there are a lot of things I can't figure out which is pretty disappointing for a detective of my skill." Molly rolled her eyes as the crowd laughed. "Another thing I can't figure out is how you could possibly learn to forgive the most unsentimental asshole in all of England and help him fake his death all while keeping my secret for two years. I can always trust you because you're always there. When Moriarty came after me he missed something, he missed a very important detail, you. We were in the morgue once while I was observing a chemical and being clever. You could see right through me. I wanted to prove how clever I am, but you always knew. You said you knew how it felt not to be seen. What I didn't know is that you weren't being seen by me. I didn't want to believe you were right, I didn't want to believe you could be so clever as to see right through me. You offered your help and I turned you away. I can never apologise enough for that moment. Because I was wrong, you were the one person I needed most of all."

The crowd gave a few awwws mixed in by a few sobs from Ms. Hudson.

"After you helped me you didn't ask for anything, only for me to come back from my mission alive. But even that wasn't enough to repay you. Even then I still made you miserable. I couldn't help myself. I knew Tom was having an affair by the lipstick stain on his cheek. It was bright red which is definitely not a color Molly wore. I hated seeing her being lied to. I tried to help but only caused you more pain. But with this ring I am about to put on your finger, I promise to only bring you joy. I promise to keep you safe and to make your days happy ones."

"You may now kiss the bride."

Sherlock had been waiting for this. He tilted Molly backwards and kissed her softly on the lips.

"I do believe that's how it's supposed to be done."

Molly laughed. "Yes that is exactly how that is done." She planted another small kiss on Sherlock's lips as they walked down the aisles as husband and wife.


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