"You're ready early." Sherlock said as I walked into the kitchen.
"And you haven't even started." I said putting my earrings in, "We have to leave in a half hour."
"And?" He said not particularly caring.
"You're the best man, you can't be late." I pointed to the bedroom, "Go get dressed."
"It doesn't take me half an hour to get ready you know." He said thumping to the bedroom.
"Yes it does."
While I was making some tea it sounded like Sherlock was dancing in the bedroom… And failing at it. I just hope me doesn't break my mirror like he did last time. It only took him years to get me a new one.
"Stef!" Sherlock called appearing in the kitchen, "Help?" He tugged on his tie.
"I thought Dad taught you how to do this." I said tying it.
"That was ages ago. Where'd you get that dress?"
"Mary took me shopping. There, go put your jacket on."
-After the Reception-
"Dance with me?" Sherlock asked standing behind me.
"You don't dance. Lovely piece you did though."
"I've been learning and thank you. Come on, just one dance."
"You won't leave me alone if I don't will you?"
"Not really." He said taking my hand.
"Ms. Holmes, you're going to have to come with me?" A man in a black suit said.
"Who are you?"
"Your bodyguard." He replied.
"Mycroft…" I whispered, "What happened to Sam?"
"He's been reassigned."
"Tell Mycroft to-"
"It's my job to protect you and given the events of today, you'll be safer somewhere else." He suggested.
"I would hit you if I wasn't at a wedding."
"You'd be thrown in jail."
"Do you not know who my brother is?"
"I do, ma'am."
"Good. Now, I'm only going to say this once, I do what I want, when I want, where I want. Your job is to protect me and that's all you're going to do. Unless if my brother says so, you don't get to tell me where I need to go, understood?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Good. Now, I'm going home. And if you follow me into my flat, I will shoot you for trespassing." I said walking out.
-221 B Baker St.-
I held the cloth against my arm, soaking the blood as my phone went off. It was a text from Sherlock saying that he was on his way. If you told me a few months ago if I'd be cutting myself I'd think that you were crazy. So why am I doing it now? Everybody in all of England thinks that I'm exactly like Sherlock.
-2 weeks ago-
"This is exciting!" I said sarcastically, "Why are we going shopping again?" I asked Mary as we entered another dress shop.
"You need a dress for the wedding." She said searching the store.
"Why, I'm not in it."
"That doesn't mean you can look nice."
"Where did John and my brother run off to in the first place?"
"I assume that they're working a case." She said picking through some dresses.
"Did Sherlock pay you to keep me busy?"
"This wasn't you brother's idea Stefani, it's all mine. Now," She pulled out a blue, spaghetti dress with a same color blue sash at the waist, "Try this on."
"Fine."
The dress fit and I really like it so I got it. We met the reporters outside. I don't know why they waste their time trying to get anything from me. I hardly know what goes on in my brother's cases.
"Stefani what can you tell us about your brothers case? Do you know who did it?"
"Even if I did know I wouldn't tell you."
"When are you going to solve a case yourself? Are you going to take over if your brother truly dies?"
"I didn't do it the first time he died, what would make you think that I'd do it the second time?"
"Because you knew Sherlock fake his death."
"So what if I did? I am nothing like my brothers and I never will be." I said opening the door to Mary's car.
"How would you know? You haven't even tried."
"If I was like my brother I would also be an ignorant bastard who wants to be a god!" I climbed in the car and slammed the door.
-Present Day-
"I thought you had gone to bed." Sherlock said finding me on the couch reading a book.
"I couldn't sleep."
"Well, goodnight."
"Goodnight Sherlock."