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John Watson's Blog

June 17th, 2017, 7:00 PM

So I actually attended the wedding of the century, and let me tell you, it wasn't much different from any other one I've attended before. Well, there was a bit of extra security, more than a bit actually, and the venue was quite posh, and the attendees included a high percentage of government officials, including the Prime Minister (I was a bit disappointed that HRH didn't put in an appearance)... but other than thathat, pretty standard.

Things could have gotten boring if it wasn't for our favorite consulting detective, thank God for him. I will present excerpts of his Best Man's speech, along with my commentary in italics. Here goes:

Ladies and gentlemen, it's a pleasure to have your attendance. I haven't had an easy time today, trying to prevent the bridegroom from doing a runner. I have no clue why that is, since he isn't the one getting the raw end of the deal.

Speaking of which, I did warn our lovely bride here, and I even offered her a much better deal. Pity about that Alicia, you don't know what you're missing.

He turns around and winks at her (don't ask, mates, just don't), while Mycroft sinks his head into his hands and sighs. He stays that way for most of the speech.

We have witnessed here tonight the union of a well-matched pair, and I will give you examples to prove it.

The bride has both brains and beauty, and the groom has an umbrella. She bakes an excellent pastry, and and he loves to eat them. Speaking of which, the groom has politely requested that certain incidents related to pastry not be mentioned on this occasion.

For example, there was the incident on the morning of Mycroft's twelfth birthday, where Mummy discovered that the cake had disappeared. When the guilty party was discovered, he claimed that he had eaten it all at midnight, at the start of his birthday, when he was perfectly entitled to his birthday cake. His perfectly sound argument notwithstanding, he still didn't get any dessert for a week.

Then there was the time when he ate cream cake from a crystal cake dish, and was too lazy to get up and put it in the sink. His aim wasn't true, and it shattered on the floor. He made me promise not to tell Mummy what really happened, so I didn't. I always keep my word.

Sherlock interrupted by his mother, who calls out, "That's not what you told me had happened, Mycroft!" The groom smileso at her sheepishly, and then glares at his brother, who ignores him.

Mycroft has also asked me not to bring up the time he tried out for the school choir. His voice was changing right about then, and he was forever since known in school lore as The Croak. Being that I am a very loyal brother, I'm keeping mum about thatha. See? Not a word.

Now, let'some talk about what a wonderful brother Mycroft is. It's great to have a brother who happens to have a minor position in the British Government. It really is. Who else could have gotten me into Buckingham Palace wearing only a sheet? Who, I ask?

He is extremely magnanimous and I know how much he loves to share, so I don't always bother with pointless things like asking. I do want to show appreciation, so thank you, Mycroft, for those cards, you know which ones I'm talking about, I had a lot of fun using them.

By the way, Ladies and Gentlemen, do not try this at home. Mycroft is extremely protective of his possessions, and any being from any planet who dares to mess with that tends to be obliterated to the extent that no one evem rememberserk it's existence. Only family gets special dispensation.

Speaking of family, I'll be honest over here. I've always said that Mycroft was a rubbish older brother. I stand by my words.

Some people gasp in consternation. Others look at him in disapproval.

None, no, don't be like that. I'm just stating the truth. He acted more like my nanny. Always following me around, always wanting to know exactly what I'm doing. He claimed he worried about kind of brother does that? Why can't he just mind his own business?

He's still doing it. He never stopped. He says he worries about me, constantly. He always keeps tabs on me, and comes running to the rescue when he thinks I need his help. I hate to say it, but he has been useful on occasion. His irritating interference has saved me, saved my life, time and again.

Many years ago, Mycroft made a promise to me. He told me that he was there for me, had been there for me before, and he promised me to always be there for me. Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, we all know that Mycroft is a man of his word. When he says something, he means it. Keep that in mind the next time he gives you a polite warning. Be aware, he is the most dangerous man you will ever meet.

Back on track, do you know what happened to that promise? He kept It. He was always there. He still is. The earth revolves around the sun, Great Britain is the empire in which the sun never sets, and Mycroft is always there for me, no matter how far I have gone.

I know I cannot do what he does, but I can say this. Mycroft, Alicia, I'm thrilled for you both, and I wish you many, many years of happiness. I am glad to have gained a new family member, especially one who is sure to always take my side. I want you both to be happy, always, and will do my best to ensure that.

Most of the audience is tearing up at this point. Handkerchiefs abound.

One more thing that I'd like to say, before you enjoy the scrumptious wedding cake. I see the bridegroom eyeing it already. I have never said this in public before, but I feel that on this occasion it needs to be said.

Thank you, brother mine, for always being there for me.

Sherlock then approaches the bride and pecks her on the cheek. Then he pulls the startled groom out of his chair and throws his arms around him.

They stand this way for several moments before Mycroot disentangles himself, and sternly tells Sherlock to sit down and stop making a scene. I notice that he is trying to discreetly wipe at his eyes with his monogrammed handkerchief.

Blast it. I need to pay up. Sherlock had better that he would make the Great Ice Man cry on his wedding day. Alright, Sherlock, you've won.

June 17th, 7:30 PM

This entry has been deleted due to security concerns.

Text message, to: MH

Mycroft, what the HELL have you donever to my blog?

JW

To: JW

Really, Dr. Watson. I was doing you a favor by removing a post riddled with inaccuracies.

As a doctor, you should know when one is suffering from an allergic reaction to flowers as opposed to suffering from sentimentality.

MH