On the home stretch! Have some sneak previews of the next few chapters.

• I'm worried about you

• Going to visit

• Oops! Nope.

• Come Fly The Friendly Skies

• Normund?

• Welcome to hell. Sorry about the chill

• Final confrontation?

• Too Late

Again sorry for typos. Actually in the whole fic. Through out the whole thing my hand's have been in agony suffering eczema and not the just plain rash kind. The skin on my fingers, hands, wrists and inbetween each finger are cracking and drying out. Which mean's in the case of my fingers, the inbetween spots have split, making the fingers a little too flexible and anything that gets in there painful. And when you're allergic to water...that's a problem.

But I persevere! I want this story done so I can relax for a bit. So Enjoy!

It happened two more times. Two times before the Stag Party, he dreamed of Angel Sherlock, a very grumpy angel Sherlock. Sherlock was usually grumpy, back when he was alive, so John didn't really mind the grumpiness he saw in his dreams. Better an angelic but angry or annoyed Sherlock than a zombie one. Not that he was very angelic in nature anyway.

There was a blinding light that propelled John backwards, conveniently into his armchair. It had transported itself to his new flat. As it often did. Very handy. Not to mention comfortable.

"Sherlock, warn me next time you do that!"

"I knocked.."

"Yes and people are supposed to wait for an answer before just appearing out of thin air."

"Technically I didn't appear out of thin air, you see it's actually more complicated-"

"Shut up Sherlock"

Today he wore a white suit, white shirt and pants. Always white. The wings were not fully outstretched yet. Just as well.

"Getting a handle on those things yet?"

"No. Don't ask" John chuckled.

"Don't laugh either!" Aw he looked so hurt.

Sherlock pouted and abruptly turned around, his arms folded and his back to John.

"Aw come on. I was only teasing"

"You can't keep ignoring me" Sherlock started to unfold his wings.

"No..no, don't you do that! Sherlock! Control yourself! And..your wings"

"Alright! I apologise! You are such a child."

"Were, not are"

"Semantic's Sherlock"

The ex-detective smirked and sat in his regular seat, perched on the edge as always"

"You know, sitting like that makes you look like a bird"

Sherlock glared. John raised his hands in surrender.

"So what's this about a Stag Party and why am I not invited?"

"Because you're dead. Bit tricky sending mail to the after life. Unless you know of a, I don't know, Post Mortem Office?"

"That's no excuse and real mature John."

"Actually I thought it was rather clever"

"You would"

"Tea?"

"God, yes."

"Who is he?"

"What? Who? Where?...Sherlock stop doing that!"

"Never. Who, is he?"

"Who?"

"That man you've been talking to for ages. You've taken to instant messaging him now"

"What's the matter? Jealous?"

"What? No, we weren't a couple. Why would I be jealous?"

"Other things can make people jealous Sherlock. And he's just a friend"

"How do you know he's safe? He might work for Moriarty"

"Worried?"

Sherlock looked away. "No"

"You are worried. Don't worry I talked to Mycroft about him in the beginning and when he comes over I'll have your brother on speed-dial. But he's just a regular guy, who's going through a tough time right now."

"I'm going through a tough time right now"

"Stop pouting."

"No"

"Child"

Sherlock peered at the suddenly working computer.

"Just a friend. Not a ..best friend?"

"What? No. Oh. That's what this is about. I'm not replacing you with him Sherlock. I'd never do that"

"Would make sense if you did. I wasn't..really a good friend."

"Mate, you were and are and always will be my best friend. Alright?"

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart"

"Good."

"...Wasn't that from one of those Star Journey movies?"

"Star Trek."

"...And shut up Sherlock"

The Stag party was brilliant. Especially after several beers. The expensive pub was packed with people John didn't even know. Or perhaps he did and after five pints he'd just forgotten. Lestrade was laughing his head off about something and John could see Mycroft alone in a corner, nursing a glass of wine. He seemed..content. . Sod!

John felt his blood rising just at the sight of the elder Holmes. So he looked away. A toast was in order anyway.

"Oi! Ev'ry'ne, I wanna pr'pose a to'st. Hey! Sh't Up!" The room went silent.

"Th'nk you. Gr'g, m'te. You've been w'th me thr'ugh s'me tough t'mes. And I th'nk you for it. You're a good m'te Gr'g, a gr'at friend and you w'll be a w'nderful hus'band. To Gr'g!"

They all raised their glasses in a toast, half of them spilling the contents into their laps or down their shirts. John sat back down, and landed on the floor. Lestrade thought this was hilarious. Mycroft however thought perhaps the doctor should be heading home. As the best man, it would be preferable if he was not suffering from a huge headache on the Wedding Day. Lestrade on the other hand, Mycroft wasn't sure if he could get them both home.

John was his main concern however, as always. "Up we get, Dr Watson" The doctor in question swayed back and forth before vomiting all over Mycroft's shoes. "Wonderful." Mycroft wrinkled his nose at the smell and wrapped his arm around John's shoulders and steered him towards the door.

"Bye Johnny!" Someone shouted.

"Later, MyCrotch!"

Mycroft bristled before pushing John out the glass door and into the waiting black car.

John was laughing. "He c'lled you Mycrotch! Mycrotch!"

"Yes, hilarious."

"Wh're we g'ing? You kidn'pping me ag'in? Mycrotch"

"No John. I am taking you home. You've had far too much. And stop calling me that."

"No. Wh'ts the t'me?"

"Late enough."

"Mary w'n't be h'me then."

"Perhaps that's for the best. Ah, here we are. Out you pop. Do you think you'll be alright by yourself?"

"I d'n't need your h'lp. Bye, Mycrotch"

Mycroft sighed. "See you at the Wedding"

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ArmyDoctor: Normie! Mate! How re yu?

NordicExplorer: John? Are you alright?

ArmyDoctor: Yes! :DDD. i'M GreT!

NordicExplorer:..You are drunk.

ArmyDoctor: Isn'T it Graet!

NordicExplorer: Perhaps for the drinker. Maybe you should be resting. Isn't it late where you are?

ArmyDoctor: Who cars? So, wat yu been diong?

NordicExplorer: I find it difficult to understand you...but I have been packing..are you sure you are alright?

ArmyDoctor: I'm A DOCTA! I'm fune! XDDD Hey! Normie...wanna hera somethung finny?"

NordicExplorer: ...Yes?

ArmyDoctor: MYCROTCH!

NordicExplorer: ...Your what?

ArmyDoctor: No, it's His NamE. Mycrotch Holms. Shelrock's brother.

NordicExplorer: ..What?

ArmyDoctor: Nvm. I better go. Gonna pass OuT or Somthung. Laterz!

NordicExplorer: ..Laterz?

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