WARNING: FEELS TWO DAYS BEFORE SHERLOCK AND MOLLYS WEDDING Molly sat on the couch contemplating how the events of the next couple days would unfold. She was about to get married to Sherlock Holmes, the man who brightened up her entire life when he was with her. Her gaze moved to the engagement ring Sherlock had given her not six months earlier. She was mesmerized by how shiny it was and still hadn't fully convinced her mind that it was all real. Then, as if on cue, Sherlock strutted into the living room and sat down next to Molly. He took her hand and looked at the engagement himself. He smiled at Molly before asking if she had finally decided on wether to wear a veil or not. "Well, maybe I could wear a flower in my hair or something instead." She replied. "That would be lovely!" He said before kissing her forehead and walking out of the room. "I'm making tea, do you want some?" He yelled from the kitchen. "Yes, please!" She called back. Molly sighed to herself as she looked at her ring once more. She was incredibly nervous about the days to come and had no way to predict how the future would unfold. That night while laying in bed waiting for Molly, Sherlock thought about John for the first time since the proposal. When would he tell him? What would he say? What if he found out about the wedding? He had already created a scenario in his mind about how he would tell John, but never had he thought about a good time to do it. Sherlock knew that he had to tell him before the wedding because the press would undoubtedly find out. Soon Molly walked into the room and climbed into bed next to Sherlock. "I'm going to tell him." He said. Molly smiled. "How are you going to do it?" She asked. "I think I'll just go down to 221B tomorrow and say hi! Just act like it didn't happen, then explain it all to him." He said. "That's good." Molly replied. She lightly kissed him and closed her eyes. Sherlock sighed as he tried to put his mind to rest and fall asleep. The next day Sherlock was exceedingly nervous. He was getting married the next day, and he had to explain to his best friend that he wasn't dead in just a few hours. Soon enough, Sherlock arrived at the door of 221B Baker Street and knocked three times. The door began to open and immediately Sherlock felt his heart fly into his throat. appeared in the doorway. She stood speechless staring at the supposedly-dead man standing just a couple feet away from her. After almost two whole minutes of staring, she mustered up enough strength to cry out: "J-John! John!" He bolted down the stairs. "What, what's happ- oh my god. Oh my god." He said. John paced back the hallway a few times as Sherlock stood there, a single tear rolling down his cheek. "You-you," he pointed angrily at Sherlock. Mrs. Hudson began to hyperventilate. "Hello." Sherlock said. "You were DEAD! I saw you, you jump and-" John yelled. "It's ok, John is alright." "No it's NOT! You were my best friend. You-you, why would you...do...that? Oh, Jesus." By now John was crying and covering his face with his hands. Mrs. Hudson had disappeared back into the flat. "Why, WHY! Answer me!" John yelled. "I had to, if Moriarty's people didn't see me jump, they would've, they would've killed you and Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade. I'm so sorry." Sherlock wept. "Sher- Sherlock."John stammered. Once they had both calmed down, John invited Sherlock inside. "You see, I knew that Moriarty wanted to kill me, so planned for it. I chose location so I had the advantage." Sherlock explained. "Where have you been living?" John asked. "Well, um, I've been living at Molly's house." He explained. "Oh, ok. Has anything happened...at Molly's house?" John questioned. "No, not in the sense you're thinking of. We're getting married...tomorrow." Sherlock confessed. "What?! Hmm, well, ok. I thought you were 'married to your work' or some nonsense like that" John said. "Well, yes. Molly too." "Didn't know you actually had feelings in that Mind Palace of yours." John smirked and Sherlock shot him a glare. "I must be going, Molly's expecting me home before lunch." Sherlock said as he stood up and walked towards the door. "Alright. Have fun!" John yelled to him and received another glare from Sherlock.