Happy Tuesday! I hope you enjoy everything. This chapter is kind of just a set up chapter, and nothing really happens, but it had to be done.
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Chapter 7
Sherlock couldn't focus. He could hear John and Mary out watching the television, laughing about some movie with a predictable story line and mediocre acting. Mary hadn't moved out when he had returned from the dead. In fact, her reaction had been completely different than what he had been expecting. Out of everyone he knew, she was the only one to just accept the fact that he was alive and would be taking back his life as normal. It was odd how she had overlooked everything that in a normal situation ought to have made her upset and just went on with life the next day as normal.
He didn't know where John and Mary had met, or how. He suspected that Molly had been involved, what with the two women being so close. Her obsession with romance novels would likely lead to a desire to create a similar situation in real life, both for herself and for others. In fact it may be the same reason for her now being with Thomas, although Sherlock doubted it. Thomas didn't fit the part of the romantic hero.
There was a knock on his bedroom door, which startled Sherlock. John peeked his head through the door. "Listen, Sherlock, do you mind if we chat for just a bit? I've got something important I want to talk about." Sherlock nodded, but didn't say anything.
John sighed. He had hoped for his best friend's full attention, but wasn't surprised. Still, he would just have to go with what he'd gotten. "You know the wedding is in a month." Sherlock nodded again, focusing just a bit more on John's words.
"Mary and I have been talking about it, and Greg has agreed to step down now that things have… changed, and… Sherlock can you please, for one minute of your life, just listen to me?" Sherlock looked up finally, surprised at the raised voice. "What I am trying to say is, will you be my best man?"
Sherlock's immediate response was no. Luckily he stopped to think for a minute before speaking. Yes marriage and everything pertaining to it was a useless gesture in sentiment, but for John he would be willing to make an exception. It would more than likely fix the fractures in their relationship that were still subtly present from his return. As well as... "Who is the Maid of Honor?"
John blinked rapidly. Clearly this was not how he had expected this conversation to go. Sherlock smirked. He had always loved catching John off guard. "Molly. Of course it's Molly. Sorry why is that important?"
"And we toast? And walk down the aisle? And dance?"
"Y-Yes. Sherlock what's that got to do with anything?"
"Then I will do it. All of it. The whole ridiculous observation of sentiment." Sherlock said as he pulled his coat on and tied his scarf around his neck.
"Great. Where are you going?"
He gave his best friend a wink, ignoring the look of shock splashed on the doctor's face. "I've got to buy a new suit."