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Last night part2

Okay, If someone really reading this: Here is part 2. Enjoy. And like always I'm sorry about grammar mistakes.

John's POV

I woke up laying in Sherlocks bed. Again. But Sherlock himself was not in the room. I stood up. Maybe this all was a crazy dream. Yes, just a dream. I sighed.  We never went out last night. We never got drunk and I never married Sherlock. I didn't believed myself.

In the Kitchen I found Sherlock, who was sitting in front of his microscope. He looked up for a second and than back to his work. I noticed that he was wearing the same simple golden ring like i did.

"I see you're awake." was his only comment.

"Yes. So this all was not a dream" I needed more coffee. Or Better something stronger.

I didn't get an answer. Little by Little I realized what happened and the consequences.

I slapped my forehead. "God, what should I tell Mary?"

No comment. I didn't expected one. I should tell her. That would be the best. To call her and tell her the truth. It was an accident. We were drunk, for God's sake!

I grabbed my phone and dialed Marys number. After two rings I heard her say "Hello?"

I gulped, noticing that Sherlock watched me over his microscope. This was more difficult than I thought. "Hey Mary. It's me. I have to tell you something. My stag night was way more ...." I stopped, confused by the giggling. Mary was giggling.

"What.... What is so funny?" I asked.

"Oh, you can't remember? (more giggling) than nothing, go on" I found, that he sounded very amused.

"Okay, listen. I didn't planned that but Sherlock and I got accidentally married last night."

And here Mary burst into laughter. No Chance that the day became more insane. I wished I stayed in bed. But serious, was it  freaky Friday or what?

I heard Mary taking a deep breath. "Ok, I'm fine. Sorry. It's just, I was there."

I was wrong. This day  did became more insane. "You....you were....WHAT?!"

"I got a call from you last night. And, Boy, you were drunk. The short Version: You told me that we couldn't get married because you will marry Sherlock now, that he is your true love..."

"Mary, I'm so sorry." I felt my cheeks getting hot.

"I found it very cute, actually." Mary didn't sound angry or disappointed. More amused about it all. I didn't deserve her.

"And you said that you didn't deserve me. So I joined the Party. I was your best man, i guess you forgot that too." Mary laughed again. "Gotta go. I call you later, okay?" Mary hung up.

I starred at the phone for some seconds, to handle all the information's.  Mary was not angry. She was my best man. She was at my wedding but didn't married me. I couldn't believe any of this.  I repeated our conversation for Sherlock. Okay, not everything. I didn't said that love Thing. Stuff was confuse enough.

I guess Sherlock detected that I skipped something but he didn't asked.

When I finished we just starred at each other in awkward silence. I caught myself starring at Sherlocks lips, wondering how they felt.

I mean, I was just query if Sherlock and I kissed. We married. So did we... kissed? It was according to the circumstances a normal question.

Suddenly, Mrs Hudson came in and interrupted my thinking.

"I'm sorry but here is a packet for you Boys. Is everything all right? Sherlock, what are you doing again? It smells like a chemical fabric in here." Mrs Hudson handed me the packet and started a spontaneous cleaning operation.

I allowed free play and left it to Sherlock to save his work. But Sherlock acted prompt and managed to put his chemicals out of Mrs Hudsons reach. Meanwhile, I opened the packet. A DVD disk dropped out of it in my Hands. John and Sherlocks Wedding was written on it. I found a note in the packet, too.

Dear John and Sherlock, this is the Video I made at your Wedding. I guess you guys don't remember much of it. Enjoy. And someone should tell Mrs Hudson. XOX Mary

I looked at the disk in my Hand. Answers. I didn't noticed that Mrs Hudson left until Sherlock appeared behind me, looking at the DVD and the note.

"We should watch it." He decided, picking the DVD and pulling it in our DVD Player.

One second later, Marys face appeared on our Screen.

"Is this on? How... Got it." we heard her say, while the camera spun around. Then my face came in. I looked nervous but happy. I waved into the camera. Next to me Sherlock, who spoke with a man in a suit. The man called me and i placed myself opposite of Sherlock, so we stood face to face, the suit man between us. Mary must forgot to fixed the tune, or the man spoke in a very low voice. We couldn't really understand what he said.

"Do you, Sherlock Holmes, will take this man, John Watson....." the man talked monotonously. "I do" said Sherlock with a soft voice. I felt my cheeks heat up. Then it was my turn. "I do" said my Video-I with a bride smile. I didn't know when it was the last time i smiled like this. The whole time i kept my eyes fixed on the Screen but i could feel Sherlocks Body Close to mine. I could hear him gasped when we kissed on Screen. A Long kiss. Mary applauded. So we really kissed. But i forgot. I don't know why but the awareness that I kissed Sherlock and forgot the feeling made me sad. The Screen went off. My cheeks were hot and probably red.

We didn't spoke about it. Sherlock got back to work, I opened my Laptop, scrolling through the Internet.

"Looks like it's not so easy to get divorced." I said after reading hundreds of articles and comments.

"I don't mind" Sherlock said suddenly.

"What?" What did he mean? I wondered. That he doesn't mind any trouble to get divorced? I had to confess that it made me a Little grumpy. I wasn't such a bad choice. Even it was a drunken one.

Sherlock stood up and walked through the room to me.

"I don't mind to be married to you." I had to blink a few times. Sherlock starred at me. I starred back. He stood very close to me. So I heard the whispered words. Felt his breath. For the first time i noticed the warmth in his eyes. Maybe it was there before, but now i realized it. I realized it all. That there was nothing I wanted more than to be with him. With Sherlock Holmes; Douchbag, Dork, Asshole, and my man. To spend the rest of my life next to Sherlock. To hug him. Kiss him. Love him.

"I don't think that will be necessary." said Sherlock and closed my Laptop. Careful, he closed the gab between us. And I pressed my lips on his. Now I knew how it felt to kiss Sherlock Holmes.

(AN: Woah, that was longer than i expected... hope you liked it. Not to much Feelings? Everybody still alive? Good  :D   )