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They arrived at a wedding that was ending, the book they'd used was sitting on the table. It was a small wedding, with a few people the pair of doctors recognized. Molly, Lestrade, Mycroft, and a very old and frail looking woman in a wheelchair. They walked up towards the lighthouse, where John and Sherlock were sitting against it.
"Do you feel any different?" Sherlock asked, "Now that we got the rings on, I mean?"
John looked over at Sherlock before shaking his head, "Not really. Why do you?" he asked.
Sherlock seemed to think for a moment before saying, "Actually, Yeah I think so."
"Well? What's it like then?"
"It's just, different. Just more official, I suppose."
"How about responsibilities, Sherlock?"
Sherlock only grunted and rolled his eyes to that, causing John to laugh. Suddenly he looked up at the lighthouse, then back at Sherlock, "Do you like the name 'Anya'?"
The consulting detective didn't respond, so John prodded him, "Would you, like to name her 'Anya'?"
Sherlock looked at John, almost sadly, before looking down, "I understand," he merely replied. After giving it another moment of thought he finally nodded, "Yeah, Anya's a good name for her." Suddenly Sherlock got an idea, and he leapt to his feet, "John! Come with me!"
He opened the door to the lighthouse and bounded inside, John followed more slowly behind. Together they raced up the stairs, all the way to the top where the light turned on. Sherlock took John into his arms, smiling.
"This can't be a good iea, I'll probably trip and fall," John said, chuckling.
Sherlock laughed too, "Don't worry, just follow my steps."
Slowly they began to dance together, Sherlock leading his new husband. John was trying not to step all over him, however one bad move sent the two of them sprawling on the floor. "Ow! My ass!" Sherlock exclaimed, John burst into a fit of laughter. Sherlock began howling with laughter as well, "I think you stepped on my toes!"
"Sorry!" John said, trying to catch his breath.
Sherlock waved him off, "No no, it's fine. Want to try again?" he asked.
John shook his head, crawling on top of Sherlock and planting a kiss on his lips, "I have something else in mind, actually."
Instead of going forward in time as the sun rose, they went back to the day before. Sherlock and John stood before each other in front of the lighthouse, with a priest. The congregation was small, mostly consisting of Scotland Yarders and people Sherlock and John had helped in the past.
The two partners took their vows, and kissed passionately in front of everyone. Lestrade whistled from his place as John's best man, Molly and the old lady in the wheelchair blushed furiously, and Mycroft rolled his eyes from his position as Sherlock's best man, however he seemed genuinely happy for his brother and new brother in law.
Eva turned as she heard a sniffle beside her. Dr. Watts was furiously wiping his cheeks with the sleeve of his lab coat. "I'm bad at weddings, fluids tend to escape from my eyes," he said.
Dr. Rosalene smiled, "I didn't know you were that sentimental," she said.
Dr. Watts shook his head, "Oh, did I say my eyes? I meant my mouth. And by fluids I meant both fluids and solids,"
"That's a lovely image, thanks Neil," Dr. Rosalene said, turning away from him and shuddering slightly. She told him that they should find a memento to travel back with, and Dr. Watts readily agreed.
They walked down, away from the lighthouse and down to the reception. People were sitting at tables, talking cheerfully with one another. They walked over to the table where John and Sherlock were sitting, listening to a conversation.
"Oh, I'd better go see how your aunt is doing," an old woman said. Sherlock nodded, "Alright Mummy, tell her thanks for coming."
She nodded, "I will. I'm so proud of you Sherringford," she said, before turning and walking away.
Lestrade, who was sitting across from the couple, looked confused, "Sherringford?" he asked.
Sherlock just shrugged, "It's just my grandfather's name. He passed away before I was born, Mummy calls me by it as my nickname,"
"How come you never told me about it?" the elderly lady in the wheelchair asked.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, shovelling a forkfull of wedding cake into his mouth. "Because I'd rather you call me Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson," he replied.
John smacked him, "Don't talk with your mouth full Sherlock, what are you four?"
Mrs. Hudson just smiled, "Oh that's alright dearies, I'm glad you like it so much. It's a bit difficult to make a cake now, I was glad you asked me though. Was bored out of my mind I was!"
The two doctors left then, walking down towards the road where they saw Sherlock and John hovering over a rabbit that had been hit in the road.
"It can't be helped John, it's just a rabbit and it's been dead for hours, hit by a semi by the looks of it. Now hurry up, we'll be late," Sherlock said. John sighed sadly before following Sherlock away. The doctors used the dead rabbit to leap back in time.
They arrived in a lab of some sort, where a dead rabbit that looked very similar to the one they'd just seen was lying in a cage, Dr. Watts looked around in awe while Dr. Rosalene was unimpressed. "What?" she asked.
"This is Baskerville! One of the best cases Sherlock and John ever did together! Come on!" Dr. Watts, said, leading Eva through the maze of halls. They arrived in one of the labs, and watched as John wandered around with a flashlight, searching for something. He swiped his card and disappeared through a door for a moment, then returned.
The minute the other door closed behind him the lights flashed on very suddenly, blinding the army doctor, then an alarm began going off. John attempted to leave the room, however his card wouldn't work. Suddenly everything went off, and loud snarling and growling was heard. They watched as John crawled into a cage, trying desperately to call Sherlock.
He thought that something was going to get him, however the only thing that got him was Sherlock. John panicked, told Sherlock that he'd seen the hound. However Sherlock told him he was wrong. It was a drug. The two crime solvers left to discover what that drug was.
Eva rolled her eyes, "Of course you would read about a guy who was a total arse to his partner," she said. Dr. Watts was chuckling, "What? It was funny!"
They searched around, coming across a bag. They used Sherlock's cellphone to jump back in time further. The phone brought them back to another case. Sherlock's phone was in his pocket as he entered an indoor swimming pool.
Dr. Watts was practically screaming and fangirling as Moriarty stepped out with John covered in semtax. "IT'S MORIARTY! Oh, My, God! Do you even know Eva? You don't even know!"
Eva sighed, "I don't know, and I don't care. Come on, we need to go, we're running out of time." They walked into a locker room, where Sherlock had left his coat and scarf before entering the pool area. They used the coat to jump back further in time.
They arrived at a resturant, where Sherlock had shed his coat as he sat down with John. A man, who looked rather questionable in Dr. Rosalene's opinion, told them he'd bring a candle to the table since it would be more romantic.
"I'm not his date!" John said, from the look on his face he'd said that a lot recently. Sherlock put his menu on the other side of the table and shifted himself so he could see out the window they were sitting by.
"You may as well eat, we might have a long wait," Sherlock told him. The man then came back, set the candle on the table, and gave John a thumbs up, causing Dr. Watts to sputter into a fit of giggles.
"Thanks..." John sighed, he seemed to feel very unsure about the whole situation he was in so he shifted his gaze to the menu. Finally John seemed to gather the courage to start a conversation, "People don't have arch-enemies,"
Sherlock did a double take, staring at John, "I'm sorry?" he asked. He hadn't really been listening, suddenly John had just started talking.
"In real life," John repeated, "There are no arch-enemies in real life. Doesn't happen."
"Doesn't it?" Sherlock asked, returning his gaze to the window, "Sounds a bit dull."
"So who did I meet?" John asked.
"What do real people have then, in their real lives?" Sherlock asked, completely ignoring John's question.
"Friends?" John said, nodding, "You know people they know people they like, people they don't like. Girlfriends, boyfriends."
Sherlock cut him off, "Yes well, as I was saying. Dull."
"You don't have a girlfriend then?"
Girlfriend? No. Not really my area."
John nodded, looking down for a brief second before looking back up at Sherlock, "Alright. Do you have a boyfriend?" That got Sherlock to turn and look at him, "Which is fine by the way," John added.
"I know it's fine!" Sherlock said quickly.
Awkward silence, "So you got a boyfriend?"
"No." Sherlock replied before John could even finish the question.
"Right, ok." Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as John struggled with the conversation he was trying to make. "So you're unattached, like me." John said, eyes down at the table. "Right, good."
Sherlock turned to face the window but continued to look at John out of the corner of his eye for a moment. After a long moment Sherlock finally turned to John, "John, erm," now the tables had turned and Sherlock was the one unsure of what to say.
John immediately looked up at him as Sherlock continued, "I think you should know that I consider myself married to my work and while I'm flattered by your offer-" John immediately stopped him.
"No, no, I'm not asking... no," John said, shaking his head, "I'm just saying, it's all fine."
Sherlock nodded once, "Good," he said simply before looking out the window once more, "Thank you."
"Married to his work?" Dr. Watts asked skeptically.
Dr. Rosalene ignored him and instead used John's cane to send them further back in time. This time they were sent back to a lab of some sort, where Sherlock was standing near a microscope looking at something as John limped into the room.
The conversation that followed was brief, at least for the doctors, since they ended up leaving the room. They followed Sherlock all the way to the address, 221B Baker Street, where he began to converse with the landlady, Mrs. Hudson, over a cup of tea.
"He's just so normal, but there's something about him. He had a platypus on his person, I didn't want to say anything because his friend was standing there, but that's odd. Why would such a normal person carry that with them?"
"A platypus?" Mrs. Husdon asked, standing by the counter and mixing a cake batter. "How is he normal carrying around a platypus. Where would you find a normal person to live with anyhow Sherlock?"
"You're normal," Sherlock pointed out.
Mrs. Hudson chuckled, "Yes well you don't live with me do you deary?"
Sherlock shrugged, taking a sip of tea, "No. But I want a normal person to live with,"
"You don't seem like someone who wants to be with someone like that Sherlock. He just sits and stands around?"
"Yeah, isn't that fantastic?" Sherlock asked.
"Won't you get bored of him? I would hate to see you chase out this poor man like you did the last three before being thrown out of your old flat altogether," Mrs. Hudson said.
Sherlock shook his head, "I won't get bored. I just, I don't want to be a freak anymore. I don't want to be that weirdo who identifies murders just by looking at their thumb. John Watson, being with him, a normal person, I'll look normal too."
"How would being with him change your own identity Sherlock? You'd just be an incredibly bright person who lives with a normal person," Mrs. Hudson told him as she began pouring the batter into cupcake cups.
"He's not just normal though Mrs. Hudson, there's something different about him!"
"Sherlock, do you know if he considers himself normal? Perhaps he isn't as normal as you think, perhaps he'll want to be like you instead."
"No, he'll never be smart enough to be like me. Look, I know what I need. And he's the one who has it!"
Mrs. Hudson looked over at him, "So you want this John for what he has, but not for him?" she asked. When Sherlock didn't answer she shook her head, "That's cruel Sherlock. I just hope you know what you're doing."
Sherlock stood up, "I do," he declared, pulling on his coat.
"I think you're wrong, though," she told him, puting the cupcakes in the oven. "No one is really normal. Everyone's unique in some way."
The young man rolled his eyes, "That's just what grandmothers tell you," he said. He put on his scarf and then left the flat, thanking Mrs. Hudson for the tea over his shoulder.
Dr. Watts made his way upstairs, "If we don't find a leaping memento, we'll take forever!" he said. Dr. Rosalene agreed, and the two of them made their way to Sherlock's bedroom. There was a poster of the table of elements on the wall, they used that to jump back once more. Hopefully, back into his childhood.