I stopped typing, and lay back on the sofa with a sigh. I was so tired! My phone pinged, and I picked it up. I need your help. And I need to ask you a question. -SH
It was midnight. Midnight! I couldn't believe his nerve. However, I couldn't just ignore my best friend. I got up, pulled on a pair of shoes, and pulled on my usual black jacket.
I hopped in the car, and drove towards Baker Street. I had no idea why Sherlock wanted me at his flat at midnight, or what he would need my help with. I was frankly a bit concerned as to why my assistance was required.
I pulled up the the curb, and hopped out of my car. I opened the door and mounted the stairs as quietly as possible. I pushed open the door, and called in a whisper-shout, "Sherlock? I'm here. What do you need me for?"
Sherlock got up from where he was sitting at his laptop on the sofa. "John."
"Yes?" I came inside and stood in the middle of the living room, before heading into the kitchen to get some food.
"How do you plan a wedding?"
I stopped. "What?" I asked, turning to face him. I came back out into the living room. "How do you plan a what?"
He looked up at me. "You heard me, a wedding."
"Whose wedding?" I asked, incredulously.
"Mine?" Sherlock said, looking up at me with a confused expression. "Why are you so confused?"
"You're getting married?!" I exclaimed.
"Erm... yes..." he said, he looking puzzled. "May I ask why this is such a shock?"
"Who..."
He glared at me and rolled his eyes. "Who do you think, John?"
I shook my head. Of course. "Allison."
"Thank you." he said, letting out a sigh of exasperation. "Really John, I thought your deductive reasoning was better than that."
I ignored this comment. "So, what was it that you wanted to ask me? Or was that the question?"
He looked dazed for a second before saying, "Oh, yes! Erm... John..."
"Yes?" I sat down in my old chair.
"Y'know how... at a wedding... the groom has... a best man?"
Oh. Oh. "Yes... you were mine."
"I know... John, will you be my best man?" he said, with some manner of difficulty.
"Of course!" I exclaimed. "Of course I will."
He smiled up at me. He actually smiled.
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221c - A Sherlock Fanfiction
FanfictionAllison Cooper is not your average girl. She is an intelligent loner, a social outcast of sorts. Moving to London seemed the best plan when she had some family troubles, and she takes 221c Baker Street, the flat right under the man who will change h...