Disregard the Danger [BBC Sherlock - Johnlock, Warstan & Johnlockary]

Enjoy your wedding day

It’s such an inauspicious beginning of her wedding day.

She wakes with a sense of foreboding and disorientation so strong that she feels physically ill. She sits, panicking, then remembers. She’s getting married today. And she and John have driven to the hotel where the reception will be the night beforehand so that they can get an early start. Sherlock will be arriving soon, and Janine, too. She breathes deeply till her heart rate stills, and she swallows her rising gorge.

John’s still sleeping. She gets up, washes her face, tries to shake off the residual nausea. She’s unused to suffering nerves -- but then, she’s unused to getting married.

Shivering, she slips on her jacket. There’s a vibration from the hidden inner pocket where she keeps the Mycroftphone. Her stomach tightens: this is it, she thinks, there’s going to be an emergency and the wedding will be canceled. But as she hides in the toilet and pulls out the phone, she finds it says, simply, Yes.

Mycroft has approved her plan. Finally. She smiles and bites her knuckle to help contain the joyful noises she wants to make. Mycroft has impeccable timing -- this, this is the right way to start the day. She grins at herself in the mirror. Hard though it is to believe, she’s beginning to think she might actually get a fairytale wedding and everything she ever wanted.

She suits up for a run. Even her wedding day is no time to go easy on the discipline of mind and body. Besides, she loves to run, and it’s meditative and focusing. She could use that right now.

She runs. The world feels more vibrant than usual today, the colors bright and the smells intense. After warming up, she does some sprints, but pushes herself too hard -- a common problem, for her -- and nearly causes herself to vomit. She backs off and runs a few miles at an easier pace, and her stomach gradually settles.

She returns to the room to find John up and showered, wrapped in a dressing gown. He breaks into a smile at the sight of her. “Oh, there you are. I was thinking I might have to do this whole ‘getting married’ thing on my own.”

She laughs and gives him a quick kiss. “I was considering running away, but then I realized that I’d miss out on seeing you in your morning suit and waistcoat. You’re going to be absolutely delicious.” She pauses, then winks at him. “So’s Sherlock, I’d imagine.”

John colors a little and laughs. “Yes, well. Have to match you. You’re always delicious.” He pulls her in for a longer snog.

“I’m going to get you all sweaty and gross,” she warns.

“I’ll just have to join you in the shower, then.”

She grins. “Isn’t there some rule about not showering with the bride before the wedding?”

“Oh yes,” he says gravely. “I’m not allowed to shower with you if you’re wearing your wedding dress at the time.” She giggles and kisses his nose.

“Are you nervous?” he asks her.

“Not too bad. You?”

“Not really. I’ll have you and Sherlock there with me the entire time. I think that should equip me for almost anything.”

“Even the dance?” she teases.

He pulls a face. “I think I’ll survive at this point. Won’t embarrass either of us.”

She raises her eyebrows at him. “That’s why you spent so many hours holding Sherlock close and practicing, right? Purely to avoid embarrassment tonight?”

He blushes. “Absolutely.”

“Well, I get the first dance, but I hope you dance with Sherlock later in the evening. I’d like to see what I missed out on at those lessons -- and the two of you will make a very pretty picture.”