One-Shots

I Object [Johnlock]

John played with the cuffs of his tux nervously, doubts clouding his mind. Was he ready for...this? To get married? He should be, it wasn't like he had anybody else that he...loved. Before he could think of anything else the wedding music started, and in started the brides maids, followed by the flower girl and the ring bearer, and then his bride, Mary. John didn't feel like smiling, a feeling of dread in his stomach, but he forced himself to match Mary's watery smile. It all seemed like a blur to him as Mary made her way down the isle and the man who was marrying them began to speak. John didn't pay much attention to him until he got to the part concerning objections. "If anybody has any objection as to why this couple should not be married, please speak now or forever hold your peace," John searched desperately for anyone that could get him out of the mess he was in, and felt confused when his mobile buzzed in his trousers pocket. It seemed everyone's phone had buzzed as one by one people began checking their phones.

I object

It was a simple text, but the number it was from caused John to drop his phone. That was Sherlock's number...who had Sherlock's phone?! Sherlock had been dead for two years now, and nobody had found his phone. Now some random person had it? Could this day get any worse? The doors to the church swung open and in strut Sherlock Holmes, cheekbones and all. John stared in shock, his mouth hanging open. He knew he should be angry, but he couldn't bring himself to be. The warm and apologetic smile and Sherlock's teary eyes were simple enough to deduce, that he had no choice but to leave. "Hello, John. Miss me?" Sherlock asked, walking up the isle with his hands clasped behind his back.

"You arsehole...you complete and utter arse, Sherlock Holmes!" John whisper yelled, dropping Mary's hands to turn and glare at Sherlock.

"Bad time?" Sherlock asked, sighing as he guarded his eyes again. John gave Sherlock a pleading look to give him an out, any at all, though he hid it quite well from everyone else. Sherlock's face showed understanding before he walked forwards more and stood directly in front of John.

"John, what is going on here? Who is this?" Mary asked, glaring at Sherlock who turned, quickly deducing her before smirking.

"I'm your fiancés best friend back from the dead that is here to confess something before it's too late, so if you wouldn't mind would you allow me to continue?" Sherlock asked calmly, a strange glint in his eye that John found odd. This was the most emotion John had ever seen Sherlock show, and it was honestly shocking. Lifting her head up confidently, Mary smirked.

"Fine, but just know that he only loves me in that way," Mary whispered, a challenging look resting upon her features. Sherlock rolled his eyes and turned John to face Mary, bringing her closer to him and having her feel his pulse.

"What is his pulse right now? Steady or fast?" Sherlock asked, not even bothering to acknowledge that there was anyone else in the room.

"S-steady," John inhaled sharply, glancing at Sherlock who smiled encouragingly.

"And his eyes? Are they dilated?"

"No. What does that have to do with anything?" Mary asked, an annoyed edge to her tone.

"Those are all tell tale signs that somebody is in love with you. John is not in love with you- there were many gasps and Mary backed away quickly, tears in her eyes- but me on the other hand," Sherlock smirked and turned John to face him, coming so close to John that they could feel each other's breath hit their faces, and took his pulse, "elevated pulse and dilated eyes. Which one of us is he in love with now?" John blushed and adverted his eyes, though he enjoyed the feeling of Sherlock holding tightly to his wrist. It did make him feel a bit uncomfortable as many were staring, but it also helped enforce the fact that Sherlock was actually there. A living, breathing person who had come back and saved him by outing him to a bunch of his and his fiancé's family at his wedding. "Come on then, John. I believe I will be taking you now," Sherlock's smirk turned into a grin as he picked up John bridal style and began running out of the chapel, laughing along with John as they called a cab.

"Thank you...but I'm still going to kick your arse when we get back to 221B," John chuckled, feeling happy when Sherlock joined in. The anger was slowly starting to bite at John, but he fought it in an attempt to appreciate that his best friend was alive and well, and that he was sitting next to him with a giant smile, and the fact that that Sherlock was tightly gripping John's hand. "And...Sherlock, about what you said about confessing something, were you being serious or-?"

"Of course I was being serious John. I wanted to tell you before...before I l-left," Sherlock paused to take a deep breath and John squeezed his hand. "I love you, John. I have since we had that little dispute in Baskerville. Remember when I said I don't have friends and you got upset? It was later that night when I was thinking about how I should apologize that I realized that I love you," Sherlock confessed, looking over at John with a casual expression. John smiled brightly and a few tears appeared in his eyes which he quickly blinked away before they could fall.

"I loved you from the moment you asked me if I wanted dinner the first time we met," John responded, leaning over slightly to rest his head on Sherlock's shoulder. Sherlock kissed John's head almost lovingly and wrapped an arm around John.

"I'm glad to hear it," Sherlock muttered, hugging John closer.