The Wedding / Johnlock

Sherlock looked intensely at one person who he had missed for more than three years. Without an intention of being noticed, he joined the crowd. A black tuxedo wrapped his tall body. A bow tie seemed sharpened his collar bone. Not to forget his oceanic eyes and shining curly hair.

No matter how good he looked outside, he was a broken man inside.

Who wouldn't feel hurt when the one you loved smiled happily while he wasn't with you but his new lover. And soon to be his wife.

After Sherlock's comeback, he started to solve cases with John. Of course after a week full of John's murmurs about how difficult life was and how broken he was when sherlock was gone. John even cried on Sherlock's shoulder for hours straight, ensured himself that Sherlock he held today was the real Sherlock, and he would never leave him for even once. Sherlock only whispered "I'm here... I'll be always here..." as John cried harder. He was happy to see John's face again. The guy he loved the most.

Only Sherlock knew his feelings toward John. Two years with him really reshaped his heart. He never loved anybody before. Not in a lover way. He loved Mycroft, Mum and Mrs. Hudson, of course, but he had never found a figure to protect, to wake up to or to share his entire life with, until the day John came at St. Bart's hospital.

John taught many things to Sherlock. He taught him to be more "human", care about others' feelings and even to sacrifice yourself for the ones you called "friends". John loved to see Sherlock's progress. He also loved how he was the one Sherlock depended on. Not Mycroft, Molly or Lestrade who had friended Sherlock for a long time. It was him, the new flatmate.

"Oh, Sherlock!" John smiled to his best friend, "You come to my wedding." Sherlock couldn't help it but smile. He loved John's smile. He loved this short guy in front of him. "I can't skip my best friend's best day, John." It sounded really calm. Sherlock sounded that way because he didn't feel happy, not for a bit, no emotion he gave to his words. However John thought Sherlock just being Sherlock, he sounded that way (except when there was a case) anyway.

A young, energetic girl found a guy she knew, she smiled and went after him. A poke landed on the guy's shoulder. He looked at his back.

"Molly. How are you? You look really pretty today." The guy complimented her. She blushed. She liked this guy before. Even though she moved on already, this guy once filled her heart and days. "Thank you, Sherlock. You look good also." She replied. "I can't believe John has found his other half, I mean he used to be with you all the time hahaha." Molly laughed. She wanted to start a conversation. She didn't realize that her words went perfectly to Sherlock's heart. He was in total silence.

"Sherlock? I...." Oh snap, Sherlock was in total freeze, he didn't like her joke. It was more like he didn't like the wedding. John's wedding.

Well, for a minute or two Molly kept calling Sherlock but he didn't answer. Then Molly realised.

"Sherlock, do you like John?"

Sherlock made a fast glare to her. He was shocked. But he didn't answer. He has a lot inside his head and heart. He wanted to scream out loud that he liked John, he didn't want him to marry other girl. John was Sherlock's and forever like that.