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Johnlock: Last night

Johns POV:

A ruthless sun and a headache, as big as Sherlocks ego, woke me up. The sun shone directly at my face. My head roared. I just wanted to disappear under my Sheet for the rest of my life.

Hold on. That wasn't my Sheet. I was totally awake at once.  And that weren't my curtains, too. That wasn't my bedroom at all.

I heard a gentle snore next to me. My whole Body froze. It couldn't be. I turned my head slowly. Next to me laid under curly, black hair, a well-known pale face. The snoring noise came from his thin lips.

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED LAST NIGHT???????

I tired to be silent as i stood up. But my head was entirely against the idea to be lift up. I groaned in pain and stayed sitting at the bed. I heard Sherlock shrugging next to me. I didn't saw him but could picture in my head how he blinked, trying to ignore the dead-sounding noise in his head.

"Hangover?" I asked with a scratchy voice. Sherlock looked confused and spacey in my direction.

"You" he gulped. His voice was throaty. "You slept here?"

"Seems so" My own voice was not better. My mouth was dry. Water. I needed Water. I stood up. Well, I tried. My brain and my legs weren't ready to work this morning. I set down again. By the second time, I managed to stand up.

Hallelujah, I had Clothe on. Not that I worried. Chances are that we were to drunk last night and i landed here , unable to make one more step.But.. but it was good to know that nothing happened last night. I mean.. nothing happened, right??? Why was I not 100% sure?? I should be. My wedding was in a few days. I was engaged. No. No it was impossible. Sherlock, the brilliant, cold mind and I... What a dream, I mean disaster.

Whatever. I shuffled out of Sherlocks room in to the kitchen.  Coffee. And Water. The Coffee Machine nearly killed me. Why had it to be so damn loud?? I turned it off and noticed for the first time a simple, golden ring on my ring finger. It looked like a wedding ring...

I really needed to know what happened at my stag night. I just remembered that Sherlock and I went out for a Pub-tour.... we got drunk. Very drunk. (It was my fault, 'cause i filled our Drinks with some extra shots) and than... No Chance. I forgot.

"Mhhm, Sherlock?" maybe he remembered something. "Do you remember something from last night? I have a total black out"

"Not much. But  we went out at 8 am. To our Pub-tour. Everything was in the timeline till 10 am. I guess you served extra shots in my calculated plan. So we got more drunk than I expected. Actually we should have been at home at midnight but it seemed we were at 1 o'clock still in the City. Downtown. We got a cab at 3 and arrived baker street 221B a half hour later." He spoke, as if it was exhausting to speak so Long, but it was Sherlock, who couldn't just give a simple answer. Normally no Problem for Mr-I-know-everything. But this morning he was out of sorts.  While speaking he waved with a paper in his hand.

I knit my eyebrows "How do you know?"

"We were around 2 o'clock at a registry Office. I found a cab ticket in my Pants, so it's easy to rebuild the evening.."

"Why the heck were we at a registry Office?" I asked.

Sherlock looked at me like he tried to detect if I really wanted to know. He looked at my ring finger and back to the paper. He sighed and handed it to me. Curious, I took it.

I had to blink a few times. Was I still drunk? No. Marriage certificate . was written at the top. And mine and Sherlocks signatures under a short text. I was dizzy. It couldnd't be. I read the text again and again. There it stood. Sherlock and I were official married. Something in my brain clicked.

Sherlock and I were married. That was the Moment I blacked out.

(AN: Hey guys, nice to see you again... I guess. Like that one? I like it so far. I Thing I will write a part 2... Yes, i Thing  i will.  votes and comments?? Let me know.

Good night or day.... or whatever...)