The next wedding we went to was indeed a Holmes wedding... Just not Sherlock's

Mycroft had finally decided to tie the knot.

It was a bright Saturday morning in 221b. I had awoken with the sun, and been texting Andrea for about an hour.

Sherlock stretched and yawned as he walked into the room. "Morning, Honey."

"Good Morning my love!" I replied with a quick glance at the time.

Sherlock shuffled into the kitchen to grab some cereal.

"Sherlock?" I asked.

"Hmm?" He asked, his mouth full of dry cereal.

"Have you looked at the time?"

He swallowed as he looked at the clock.

"Oh! Oh Dear!" He exclaimed. 

"Hasn't Mike texted you yet?" I asked, standing up. 

"I don't know where I put my phone." Sherlock panicked.

"I'll find it go get dressed!" I replied.

 Sherlock rushed out of the room, as I opened the freezer door with a sigh.

It was in the freezer just like I had deduced. 

With John's help we all managed to get out the door in time.

We arrived at Kensington Palace and I rushed into it.

I hurried down the hallways to the Bridal chamber and opened the door.

"I'mnotlateamI?!" I exclaimed breathlessly. 

Andrea checked her watch.

"By one minute... Are you okay?" She asked as she waved away her hair stylist.

"Heels...." I reply pointing to my shoes.

"Ah... Well we were just about to put my dress on." She smiled gesturing to the small army of stylists.

I take my inhaler and catch my breath. "How are you feeling?" I asked after I could breathe again. 

"How am I feeling?! I'm about to be married in Kensington Palace! I feel like a bloody princess!" She beamed.

I smiled as I helped her into her dress.

"And what about you and Sherlock? Do I hear wedding bells in the future?" She smirked.

I looked uncomfortably at the other people in the room.

"I think we can get it from here ladies! Thanks again for your help." Andrea beamed. 

The ladies left the room and Andrea looked at me expectantly. 

"Did John tell you?" I asked Mortified.

"Tell me what?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing." I mutter.

"Keyland..." She replied crossing her arms as I zipped her into her dress.

"It's nothing Andrea..."

"Your face is far too red for it to be nothing." She replied pointedly. 

"Sherlock may have... well he... he kissed me." I replied softly. 

"HE WHAT?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screeched.

"Hush He'll here you they are right next door!" I replied gesturing to the ajoining doors

"I can't believe it! After all this time!" She squeaked. 

"I know..." I blush.

"So how was it?!" She asks grabbing my arms. 

"It was alright..." I reply.

She slaps me on the arm. Hard.

"I need details!"

"It was... Dreamy... and lovely, and It didn't quite feel real." I smile, looking down at my watch.

"Oh dear! We need to hurry!" I shout causing her to jump a bit. 

"Awe." She pouted. 

"You can't be late to your own wedding..." I reply logically. 

"Fine! But you will tell me the rest later right???"

"Of course!"

"Good!" She smiled.

The wedding was Amazing! Absolutely gorgeous! 

And while Mycroft and Andrea were saying their I Do's. 

I caught Sherlock looking at me. 

Something in his eyes made my mouth go dry.

We did our photos and headed back to the venue for the reception.

Which was proper and dim and polite and sooooooooooooo Boring!

The food was good though. There was steak... (Yum.)

But unfortunately for everyone Sherlock like the twelve year old he is... Got bored.

"Keyland what time is it?" He asked shuffling in his chair. 

"Its only 10:00" I reply. 

"But this is taking ages! I want to go home!" He moaned.

"Sherlock cant you be happy for your brother?" I huffed.

"He doesn't even want to be here..." Sherlock deduced. 

"What?!"

"He'd rather be done this thing... and off to the honey moon."

"Sher-lock that's not polite to point out!" I hiss.

"Well it's true!" He replied obstinately.  

"That doesn't matter!" I whispered harshly.

Sherlock went quiet for a moment. I looked around the room my gaze falling on Andrea. 

Andrea shot me a look then looked at the loo's.

"Duty calls."I remarked.

"What?"

"I have to go help Andrea in the washroom." I whispered.

"She's a grown woman can she not figure it out herself?"

"I need to hold her dress genius!" I replied rolling my eyes. 

Sherlock huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and hurried over to the loo.

We were alone in the bathroom so Andrea locked the door.

"Spill!" She exclaimed. 

"Andrea what if somebody else needs the loo?" I sigh.

"They can use the mens!"

I huffed.

"I'm only opening the door after your story has been told! Oh come on Keyland I've been on pins and needles all day!" She moaned. 

"Okay so...Sherlock and I hadn't been talking... he was mad... well you know... Anyways he thought I was John and so he walked into the room for some ..." I cleared my throat. "Medical attention."

"OH?!"

"Get your mind out of the gutter! His shirt was undone..."

"OHHHH?!?!?"

I smack her.

"Go on!" She exclaims. 

"Okay so he sits down and we were talking about... how I kissed Moriarty... And it was awkward and I stumbled over my words and I said 'It's not how a girl imagines her first kiss' And then he said... 'that wasn't your first kiss.' then I remembered when I half kissed him... Which is a story for later... Then he said..." I blush pausing for a moment. 

"GO ON!!!"

"He said he'd do better this time... And he... kissed me..." I whisper softly. 

Andrea lets out a squeal. 

"Oh! Wonderful! It'll be you next." She said gesturing to her dress.

"Oh! Well I don't know..."

"You should get back to him... before he causes a scene or something." She replies shoving me out the door. 

"Fine. I'll go back to child minding..." I pouted as I unlocked the door.

Andrea snorts as I re-enter the reception area.

I look up to see Sherlock twirling a rose from the center piece around in his fingers.

He is holding it dangerously close to the flame, his face a picture of perfect apathy.

I rush over to him as the flame catches the rose enveloping it in flame.

"Oh you're back." He replies monotonously. 

I snatch the rose form him dunking it in my champagne glass.

The flames whoosh then extinguish.

"And now ladies and gentlemen, lets have all the single ladies up here on the stage, for the bouquet toss!" The Wedding speaker announces. 

"Come on Keyland!" Andrea says appearing behind me and dragging me up to the stage.

"I'm not single..." I reply. 

"You're not married either!" Andrea replied dragging me up the stairs.

I looked at Sherlock with wide eyes, he shrugged nonchalantly.

I shuffled to the back of the crowd, as Andrea stood on a chair in front of us.

"Three."

"Two."

"One!"

And Andrea beaned me with the bloody bouquet.

"Whooo! Keyland!" She exclaimed. 

I rolled my eyes at her.

"Alrighty gents, whoever catches the garter gets to dance with the lovely Keyland Jones!" The speaker announced pointing me out.

I hid my face behind the bouquet as the men regarded me interestedly. 

I sigh heavily as Andrea comes over to join me.

"You utter cheat." I scowl. 

"What?" She asks innocently. 

"You threw that right at me." I huff. 

"Well it helped to have the reflection in the window." She admitted.

I sighed again.

Andrea Gasped.

"What?" I ask. 

"Sherlock is going to try to catch the garter!" She squealed.

I looked into the pile of military men and Government officials, and sure enough there stood Sherlock a look of determination set on his face.

...Oh dear.

Andrea winked at me then went up onto the stage.

I held my breath as Mycroft tossed the garter over the heads of the group.

And Sherlock jumped. Elbowing another man in the face and landing on somebody else's foot as he landed.

He looked over at me and raised the garter above his head triumphantly.

I giggled.

"Go Sherlock!" John cheers.

Sherlock rolls his eyes and makes his way over to me.

"May I have this dance?" He smirks. 

"I'd be my pleasure." I smiled.

(Waltz in A flat Major Op.39/15 by Johannes Brahm.)

I took my place in Sherlock's arms and he lead me along the dance floor. Both of us smiling so much our faces hurt.

~Meanwhile at the Family table~

Mrs. Holmes smiled at Mr. Holmes and they talked quietly among themselves.

"I was honestly worried that they would never find love, now look at our boys." Mrs. Holmes smiled, a tear in her eyes.

"Yes, it seems they have finally got their happy ending." Mr. Holmes remarked.

"What do you think John? Is there going to be another wedding soon?" Mrs. Holmes asked excitedly. 

"If there is any hesitation I will speed it along Mrs. Holmes." John grinned. 

Mrs. Holmes laughed delightedly.

"Well it's a good job that Sherlock has you John, otherwise he would never make a move... He got that from his father..." She replied nudging her husband. 

"I was too shy to even propose, so she did it for me." He smiled. 

"Oh hush now." She replied patting his hand. 

"There is no shame in that. I like a woman who knows what she wants!" Mr. Holmes declared with a loving kiss on her cheek.

"What about you John, I can't imagine what kind of pain a wedding must be for you." Mrs. Holmes asked kindly.

"Well Mrs. Holmes nobody can replace Mary. But Rosie and I get along fine." John smiled sadly.

"We have had far too much death in the past few days," Mrs. Holmes sighed. 

John nodded his eyes going over to the table of Keyland's friends where Juniper sat alone with tears in her eyes.

"You are too right... Mrs. Holmes, would you hold Rosie for a moment?" John asked.

"Happily dear!" She beamed.

John made his way over to the table and sat down in the seat next to Juniper.

"Hello, it's Juniper isn't it?" He smiled. 

"Yeah and you're John right?" She replied. 

"John Watson." He confirmed. 

"Sherlock's friend." She smiled halfheartedly. 

"Yeah."

"It's nice to meet you." She said wiping away a tear.

"Miss Juniper, it appears to me, you need some cheering up." John smiled charmingly. 

"I'm alright." She lied. 

John's voice dropped an octave. "I've lost somebody recently too."

"You have?" She asked finally turning to him. 

"Yes and I think they wouldn't want us moping... So may I have this dance?" 

"Alright John." She smiled wanly.

~Back to Sherlock and Keyland~

I was entranced by Sherlock, holding me close and the comfort he provided.

I almost didn't hear him when he announced.

"Oh John is dancing."

"Really with who?"

"That redhead friend of yours."

"Juniper?" I asked turning to look.

She had a smile on her face and John was obviously cracking jokes.

"Awe, John Watson is a good man!"

"Yeah he is and a better friend."

I smiled at Sherlock and we went back to dancing.

Suddenly someone tapped on Sherlock's shoulder.

"May I cut in?" Ren asked.

Sherlock tensed.

"I just need to speak to Keyland before we leave."

Sherlock looked skeptically at him.

"It'll only take a moment."

Sherlock looked at me and I nodded.

"Alright..." Sherlock said as he headed off to talk to his mother.

Ren lead me into a more crowded spot on the dance floor, where he was sure Sherlock couldn't hear.

"I'm sorry to inform you Keyland but we will be heading back to Japan." Ren stated. 

"Oh that's wonderful you are meeting some family?" I smiled. 

"More like trying to find them... But that's not why I snatched you away from your boyfriend... I have a note to give you." He replied gravely. 

"From whom?"

"I don't know..."

"You don't?"

"No. I found it this morning on my doorstep." He replied. 

"Oh?"

"Here it is."

The note was on heavy stationary and the address was typed not written. Which easily meant the sender wished to remain anonymous.

"Thank you."

"I think it prudent you read it alone." He remarked. 

"Alright thank you." I replied folding it in half and hiding it in my hand.

"Your welcome... And thank you Keyland for saving my sister. Should you ever need me I left an address with Juniper."

"I'll miss you." I smiled.

"And I you." He smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

"Goodbye Keyland Jones."

"Bye." I smiled as he walked over to gather his sister.

I walked over to Sherlock and remarked that I had to use the washroom.

He nodded and his mum looked at the both of us with a twinkle in her eyes.  

The bathroom was full so I decided to take the stairs to the roof.

~~~

I opened the door and the cold air hit me.

The snow on the ground seeped into my heels but the fresh air helped my aching head.

I hate weddings.

Or at least this one... When I have my own wedding I will make much less of a fuss. I declared internally.

But back to the task at hand, before Sherlock found me I would have to read this letter.

I ripped open the envelope and unfolded the paper.

On the paper was a date... Two years away. this very day.

'Blood, so much blood. But was it mine?'

-M.J.

I gasped the paper nearly slipping from my hands.

It can't be....

there is no way he survived... unless Moriarty had been playing me the whole time.

I folded the papers and shoved them into the pocket in my dress.

I paced the roof of the building, finally walking over to the railing and leaning on it as I watched people leave. as I did a woman turned around and went to talk to someone, as she did her date spun round also...

And I read his lips... 'Hi Keyland.'

Then he got into the car and drove away.

I nearly fell over rushing down the stairs back to the party.

"Sherlock! Sherlock Moriarty is... was here!"  I exclaim.

"Mycroft! Shut this place down!" Sherlock yells. 

~Three hours later~

"Gone... He's gone. No facial scans from any cameras anywhere in London." Lestrade remarked.

Andrea stood in her wedding gown and frowned at Mycroft.

"I don't understand why was he there at all?" She remarked.

"Right because if he came there to do anything it would be done right?" John replies. 

"Why was he there???? Why?? Why!?" Sherlock exclaimed, throwing a stapler across the room.

"Sherlock calm down." John replied, shifting Rosie on his hip.

"Maybe he already did what he was sent to do..." Juniper remarked from the chair in the corner of Lestrade's office.

"And what would that be?" Mycroft asked.

"Surveillance... on me..." I replied pulling the paper out of my pocket. 

"What?" Sherlock asks.

"My father is still alive." I state.

~Sherlock theme starts playing~