cajungirllyke said: Omg squee! I love Johnlock proposals so much! :-) Might we see a Johnlock wedding scene? I'd love to hear their vows.
This one was a real challenge, writing something so normal for someone so...Sherlock.
I tried to stay in character as much as possible while still giving you readers something romantic, enjoy!
Also I had a complaint from my girlfriend so I'm gonna try to clear some stuff up. Guys in the last chapter the formatting messed up a split in the paragraphs where a time difference was supposed to be. The last chapter covered the proposal and a small amount of time when they were actually married. So, just in case you were confused, there was supposed to be a gap there.
It was no real surprise that they'd chosen to elope.
Mycroft figured it out in no time, but decided not to crash the party figuring that the sibling rivalry was not as important as tying his brother down to someone who would take care of him. He did however make it his business to drop a hint to Lestrade who happily spread the rumor to most of the Yard.
They didn't go too far from London, just found a small town nearby where no one would make a fuss, then they got a room and booked a date with the church. John thought for once in his life things were going to be simple. That's where he was wrong.
The rain was coming down steadily by the time John got back to the hotel, and his leg was feeling stiff and sore. In his mind he knew this was just because he was nervous but the pain still showed in his limp whether psychosomatic or not.
"I got the tea, though it wouldn't hurt for you to get up and come with me next time you lazy sod." John teased, lifting the cardboard tray that held their drinks in one hand so he could pocket the key card to the hotel room with the other. As he turned from the door he sighed with displeasure when he realized that they were not alone in the room.
"Oh! Good, you're back, John!" Sherlock grabbed his tea without even a thank you. John eyed up the man in the suit sitting in the only other chair in the room. He looked familiar but John just couldn't put a name to the face.
"This is Robert Walsingham, I'm sure you recognize him." Sherlock said, using that uncanny ability to read John's mind.
"Oh...oh yeah! The famous billionaire!" John smiled. "Didn't you just get married to that millionaire's daughter? Congratulations."
"Actually that wedding is the reason I'm consulting your friend here." Robert said softly. His black hair was slicked back with gel and he wore a suit. The way he sat was completely professional, although he kept glancing at his phone nervously.
John frowned. So many people called Sherlock his friend, and he didn't know if he should actually correct them or not.
"Go on, tell us then don't keep us waiting." Sherlock was getting that eager look in his eyes that usually meant a case was coming.
"Well as you know I was supposed to get married yesterday. We came here to this small town to try and avoid the media." Robert began. "Everything seemed to be going fine with the exception of Flora showing up..."
"Flora?" Holmes leaned forward with a questioning glance.
"An old...er shall we say acquaintance of mine. She used to be a...dancer." Robert blushed and it wasn't hard to figure out what kind of dancer he meant. "She showed up and tried to make a big fuss but she was escorted out quickly. Anyway, like I was saying, things were going great until my wife Hatty vanished."
"Vanished?" John asked.
"Yes. Not before the ceremony, she didn't leave me at the altar so don't get the wrong idea. She left during the dinner afterwards. No one has seen her since yesterday."
"Tell me about your wife." Sherlock insisted.
"She's an American, we met a long time ago when I was on vacation. She's a bit of a tomboy, but she handles herself well in the public eye." Robert sighed, glancing at his phone again as though he expected his wife to call any minute.
"Was she showing any sign of discomfort the day of the wedding?" Sherlock asked.
"Well...there was something." The billionaire muttered. "During the ceremony...there was someone in the back row, I couldn't get a good look at them, but Hatty had a bit of a shock seeing them and actually dropped her bouquet. The stranger had to hand it back to her."
"I see." Sherlock gave a small smirk.
"All I know about her disappearance is that shortly after she vanished, the police saw her and Flora walking together not too far from here. I went out to look for myself and when I heard that you were in town...well the world's greatest detective shows up and you have a mystery on your hands. You don't ignore that!"
"Well I should have your case solved before long, in fact I already have an idea of what has happened. Return to your search and I'll meet you at the church with an answer later today." Sherlock yawned, suddenly disinterested.
"Y-you'll have an answer by this afternoon?" Robert stuttered.
"Yes, this is how he acts. Welcome to my world. We'll see you then." John sighed, walking the confused billionaire to the door. As the baffled Robert Walsingham left, John turned to his fiance with a clear look of irritation.
"So what's that all about, then?" He crossed his arms over his chest.
"What's what?" If Sherlock's innocence was feigned then he was good at pretending. He leaned back in his chair and stretched out his long thin legs, shooting John a confused look.
"Sherlock. We're getting married. Tomorrow, and here you are with a case." John glared.
"Well I certainly didn't intend to have a case, but seeing as one has dropped into my lap as a nice wedding present..."
"Sherlock you are taking this seriously right?" John sighed.
Sherlock stood and stared into John's eyes. John shook his head, realizing he was being analyzed. Sherlock could never just ask someone how they felt, he had to study them and realize it for himself.
"John..." Sherlock leaned his forehead against the doctor's. "One more day, and then we will belong to each other..."
John sighed but his sigh quickly turned into a smile. "We already belonged to each other, you git."
Sherlock grinned and then leapt up to grab his coat where he had thrown it carelessly across the bed earlier.
"Come, shall we go see how the local police are doing? I hear they've been searching the fountain in the town square for Hatty's body. How amusing don't you think?"
"I have no idea, Sherlock. You're the only one that seems to know anything about this runaway bride!"
Once they were on the streets Sherlock took off, finding his way through the picturesque town with ease. It didn't take long to catch up with the local police, who were dragging nets through the fountain and pulling up what appeared to be the parts of a wedding gown.
"Any luck?" Sherlock ran up to the first officer he saw, and the man appeared confused to having been approached on what he thought was a crime scene.
"Um...well so far...its just the clothes?" He offered.
"Ah, I thought so. So then, where is the bride connected to these clothes we ask ourselves." Sherlock looked around for a moment. Then he gave a cry of triumph and ran to a nearby bush.
"What's this? I cannot believe you missed this really." He lifted a scrap of paper out of the branches and John peered over the taller man's shoulders to read what it said.
Meet me as soon as possible.
Wherever you prefer, send me the location. 443-561-2334
-F
"F? Must stand for the jealous one at the wedding earlier." One of the police officers chimed in.
"Oh, you're welcome to believe that." Sherlock smirked simply. "John I think our work here is done for now." He turned and left as simply as that.
"Oi! That's evidence! He's withholding evidence!" The confused police officer shouted.
"Trust me, it's better to not make a big deal about it." John sighed, more lost than ever. Sherlock seemed to have solved the case all at once, but John couldn't make heads or tails of it.
John stared at the doors to the church. Tomorrow they'd be entering the building for far more happy reasons. He felt a little sentimental thinking about it, but Sherlock shared none of that hesitance and charged into the building while texting furiously.
John rolled his eyes, feeling a little foolish. He was the one marrying the ignorant man after all.
"Robert." Sherlock greeted coolly as he entered the building, not looking up from his phone.
"Have you find my wife, Mr. Holmes?" Robert stood hurriedly from where he had been sitting in a pew, he wrung his hands nervously but his face remained confident and hopeful.
"Hmm? Oh yes, Hatty you can come out now." Sherlock pocketed his phone and motioned to the doorway.
A small brunette woman came reluctantly into view. At the sight of her, Robert smiled and began to rush forward to meet her but was stopped by the sight of someone else clinging to Hatty's hand.
"Robert. Meet Francine." Sherlock murmured.
Francine was a short curvy woman with a short dark haircut, she lingered next to Hatty's side wearing a slightly guilty look. The look was mirrored on Hatty's own face.
"Robbie...I'm so sorry...please let me explain." Hatty looked as though she might cry, and Robert's face had gone cold.
"You see, Francine was my high school girlfriend. My father didn't approve of us though and tried to break us apart. He said he wouldn't have his daughter marry a woman, especially one that was from the lower middle class when we were rich." She gave Francine's hand a squeeze. "Francie started studying hard and went off to college to learn business, but after awhile we stopped talking. Then I met you, and dad approved so much of us together that I let myself get pressured into the wedding but then Francie showed up..." Hatty put her face in her hands.
"...I understand." Robert replied coldly.
"I really am sorry." Hatty slipped off her wedding ring and pressed it into Robert's hand before running out of the church followed shortly by Francine. Robert stared after them, his eyes looking lifeless.
"My condolences." Sherlock said.
"...Perhaps it was better not knowing." Robert tucked the ring into his pocket before he too left without another word.
"...I thought for sure it was the jealous stripper." John said after the silence grew too much.
"Oh that's what everyone thought, in fact I'm sure the police are interrogating her right now. I knew as soon as I heard about Hatty dropping her bouquet that it was something else. The phone number on the note though that made it childishly easy. I just texted Francine and asked her and Hatty to show up and explain everything to Robert. He deserved that much."
"He deserved that much?" John chuckled. "Are you growing a heart?"
Sherlock scowled but John wasn't convinced, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the pale man's lips.
"Well, we better go home and get some rest. Don't you dare pull another case out of nowhere, or you'll have your own disappearing fiance to deal with." John teased.
The day of the wedding John was surprised to see Robert Walsingham sitting in the pews. Apparently Sherlock had invited him to come, and for some reason or another the billionaire had agreed. He did feel bad for the man.
Of course there wasn't much room in his brain for thoughts of pity when all he could think about was Sherlock. His heart was pounding when it came time for the vows. He thought for sure that Sherlock would give some half-hearted speech about promising not to keep toes next to the milk anymore but what came was surprising and wonderful.
"John. I would never have one moment without you. Before you I never enjoyed anyone's company, but now I could not spend one hour without your presence." Sherlock's deep voice sent shivers into John's body. "You are my other half, perhaps the half I was searching for my entire life. I love you."
"Sherlock, you're a stubborn sod. You're also brilliant, and wonderful, unbelievable really. You've been shocking and amazing me since first we met. I don't think you'll ever stop amazing me, but that doesn't mean you can go running off on your own. I'm going to be around to protect you...mostly from yourself...from now on."
When they kissed, it felt like electricity.
Later, Sherlock attempted to carry John into their room. They ended up supporting each other, giggling as they squeezed through the doorway. John flopped onto the bed, dizzy with champagne. Sherlock lay against him pressing hot kisses to his neck and jaw.
"You wonderful man." John chuckled, running a hand through Sherlock's hair.
"Are you sure you don't want to be Mr. Holmes?" Sherlock asked hopefully.
"No, it always has to be Holmes and Watson, don't you think?"
"Yes. Holmes and Watson. Forever."