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This isn't like the usual chapters. A bit AU and much longer chapter than usual.

Remember Sherlock? He invited me to his wedding. Who does that?

The invitation in question- not a formal invitation, it wasn't a card or anything just a time and date hastily written on a piece of paper- was crushed in Molly's hand. She had read it many times, although she didn't know why. It wasn't like the words would change the more she read them.

Meena had texted her back right away and the text read: That arsehole! You should be glad to be rid of him. But he got in contact with you?

No. I found a note he left in my coat

Do you want me to come over? Or track down Sherlock bloody Holmes for you and give me a piece of your mind?

Molly smiled despite the weight in her heart, it was nice to have someone being defensive over her.

No. Its fine. Molly hesitated before adding: You know what's really crazy? Part of me has half a mind to go. For closure or maybe just to start a scene. Steal the wedding cake or slap the groom maybe

Molly didn't think that she really had it in her but just thinking about it made her feel a bit better.

Maybe you should. I could wait outside for you and be your get away driver

Don't you have to get your car repaired?

Right. Well Caroline could probably do it

Molly allowed herself to dissolve into laughter. Her grip on the note loosened.

Even as she stood outside of the church Molly Hooper wasn't entirely sure what she thought she was doing here. She was early even. Early to her one night stand's wedding. Perhaps she could find Sherlock and demand he explain what happened that morning. But what was there to explain? She had come back to find a naked woman on top of him. A woman that was going to be Mrs Holmes. Well good for her, she could have him.

A tap on her shoulder made Molly nearly jolt out of her skin. She turned to see a blonde woman with her hair cropped short and a concerned look on her face. Molly struggled to find words and what finally came out was "Sherlock invited me. To the wedding."

If the woman is here for the wedding, then surely she would know who Sherlock was. Who went to a wedding without knowing who the groom was? If she was here for a different reason entirely Molly wasn't sure if she could find the words to explain. She wished that she had brought Meena and Caroline along but she doubted they could stop her from embarrassing herself.

"Molly, right?" the woman asked. There was a twinkle in her blue eyes as she smiled at Molly. "Sherlock told me all about you. I'm so glad you decided to make it." She looked excited right now and Molly wondered why. "I'm Mary by the way. Mary Watson, well soon to be Mary Watson." She looked positively giddy at the thought and Molly found herself smiling back.

"Not Mary Holmes?" Molly mentally kicked herself, hell she did more than mentally kick herself. Why had she let that sentence slip out.

Mary laughed. "I should hope not because then I would have a lot to explain to John." Mary smiled at her warmly and in a lower voice added "You should talk to Sherlock. It wasn't what it looked like."

Molly nodded meekly. She couldn't imagine what it else it could have been but then she had been wrong about the note.

"I have to go," Mary said. "I have a wedding to get changed for." She went into the church. Molly spared a few thoughts to think that the wedding dress was probably inside and that Mary was lovely. Her mind was mostly occupied by Sherlock and the note. Molly had that note memorized by now. It was pathetic she knew but she could picture it clearly now.

Molly,

This is going to sound odd. But would you like to come to a wedding? Its on the 18th of May in St Mary's Church, Sutton Mallet. It starts at twelve. If you decide to come I'll meet you there.

Sincerely Sherlock Holmes.

It had been obviously written in a rush, felt formal although Molly had gotten the impression that he hadn't wanted it to and it said nothing about this being his wedding. Molly didn't know if she wanted to laugh or cry. Well really she wanted to slap herself.

Molly stood with Sherlock outside while everyone else danced. "Well that was interesting," Molly said. "The speech was good. As was the crime solving."

Sherlock nodded. "I was brilliant wasn't I? A man nearly killing himself was a bit of a hiccup but it all worked out in the end."

"Sherlock..." Molly started, feeling very unsure of herself. "Mary said I should ask you for an explanation. You know about what I walked in on you doing."

Sherlock turned red. "Yes well... the woman you saw on me, she's Irene Adler and someone from a previous case."

"Do your previous cases usually lay on top of you."

"Obviously not. After I put the letter in your jacket I heard something in the bedroom and Irene was there. She had broken in through the window and then she pressed herself against me."

That explains why I didn't see on her on way up the stairs, Molly thought. She insisted on grabbing them some breakfast from the chips place downstairs and then found Irene on top of Sherlock. Molly was incredibly grateful that she had remembered her jacket on the way out.

Molly laughed uncontrollably for a while. Sherlock had probably never looked so confused. "Oh my god! I thought this was going to be your wedding."

Sherlock stared at her. "Then why did you come?"

Molly shrugged. "Closure? To slap you? I don't know."

He gave her a small smile and offered up his cheek. "You still can if it would make you feel better about this entire thing."

"How about we get breakfast instead? And you tell me all about that case with Irene Adler?" It was technically morning now, Molly figured. He offered her his arm and Molly took it. She resisted the urge to give a mock courtesy.

"Yes."

Loosely based off this text from Texts From Last Night: (618): we had a one night stand 6 months ago but he just Facebook invited me to his wedding. Who the fuck does that?