Random Sherlock Oneshots

Weddings

Sherlock, the man that could look at some of the most dangerous men on the Earth and not even give half a flinch, was cringing at the mere thought of John's wedding. He had been so sure that he messed up, ruined John's most important day. Everyone was crying, that was one thing.

Sherlock had been afraid. People crying, it was not his specialty. He had been so sure that he had failed. But than John assured him, he did fine. He did well. The flutters in his stomach were finally starting to settle down. He had been a little too much....of himself at John's wedding. He had got carried away. He had focused on the case, not the wedding.

Mary was a good pair. Yes, she was dangerous and vicious, but she wanted to put that behind her. It was okay, as long as John was safe.

John needed someone that was there. Sherlock had disappeared for 2 years, that was not the best thing to do.

When Sherlock first met John, he had been underweight. One their case together, John had stuffed himself. He gained weight by the pounds and brushed it off as normal. Sherlock stopped cases to make sure that John was well fed. After all a well fed John is a happy John.

It was good that John had someone that would take care of him. Sherlock always tried to protect John, keep him happy, but he wasn't the best person for the job. John needed someone that was there for him, who wouldn't just disappear and go do drugs and not talk for days on end.

"Oh god." Sherlock muttered as he thought about the last paragraph. He looked at his arm. Four nicotine patches clung to his arm. What type of friend would leave a wedding early?

A person that didn't want to be there. As the couple had danced Sherlock watched them, feeling his heart break. One of his only friends, he wouldn't be friends with. He was going to be married, have a kid. There wouldn't be time for Sherlock. There was never time for Sherlock.

Why would anyone make time for him? He was a dangerous, lonely, antisocial man that clung onto his friends like how the nicotine patches clung to him arm.