You're An Idiot, Sherlock Holmes (OC x Sherlock)

The Famous Mr. and Mrs. Holmes

As Sherlock was busy on the phone with his elder brother, I helped him button up his jacket over his purple dress shirt. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, brother dear, but you made a promise. There's nothing I can do to help," Sherlock reminded Mycroft into the phone. After a moment, Sherlock grinned as he hung up on his brother and I finished the last button.

"We have to hurry up quickly," I said. "The press downstairs will want to hear the story." 

He rolled his eyes. "In a minute." He walked past me and out of the bedroom and down the corridor. I followed after him into the living room, where Mary sat on the couch with a glass of champagne, and Lestrade sitting in my chair with his glass. Mrs. Hudson sat in a nearby chair next to Mary as they conversed. 

"I'm really pleased, Jane," Mrs. Hudson remarked, looking up at me. "Have you set a date for the wedding?"

I quickly glanced at Sherlock for an answer, who was busy popping the cork on a new champagne bottle and poured a glass for our landlady. but now that I think about it, we haven't really discussed the wedding since the subway car debacle.

"We're . . . thinking of a May wedding," I replied with a smile.

"Oh! A spring wedding!" she said cheerfully. 

"Well, I can't wait," Lestrade chimed in, raising his glass for a toast. As Sherlock handed Mrs. Hudson her glass, the door opened and Molly walked in.

"Hello, everyone," she said cheerfully. 

"Hi, Molly," I acknowledged, smiling. 

She gestured to the man accompanying her. "This is Tom." Sherlock quickly passed me a glass and I gave me a smile. 

Tom took a step into the flat and I almost spat out the champagne I just sipped. I looked back at Sherlock, who was by the window, then back at Tom. 

"Tom, this is everyone," Molly said, gesturing to everyone in the living room.

"Hi," he said. 

I looked at Molly's fiance up and down, studying his features and an almost impossible resemblance to my fiance. He was tall and slender with dark curly hair and pale blue eyes accompanied by prominent cheekbones. With a dark coat almost resembling a Belstaff and a turned up collar, the way he wore his scarf almost made him Sherlock's duplicate. 

"It's really nice to meet you all," he said with a little laugh, then looked at me. "Hi." My mouth was slightly ajar as I stared wide-eyed at his appearance. Molly made a harrumph sound to get my attention and I quickly shook my head to snap myself out of it.

"Yeah, hi," I said bluntly. Realizing the tone I just said that in, I stuck my hand out, and Tom shook it. "I'm Jane." I looked back at Sherlock.

"Ready?" he asked. 

"Yeah," I answered, avoiding eye contact with Tom or Molly from embarrassment. 

Sherlock walked up beside me, catching the attention of Tom. He stared at his counterpart wide-eyed, like how I did. Awkward.

"Champagne?" suggested Lestrade, feeling the tension in the air. 

"Yes," said Molly, as Sherlock finally managed to shake hands with Tom. It was almost painful for me to watch. The two of us walked out of the flat, and I closed the door behind myself, catching one last glance at Tom. 

Catching up to Sherlock at the bottom of the stairs as he looped his scarf around his neck, I slowly walked up to him. "Did you somehow have anything to do with . . . ?" I said quietly, motion to the door above us and then at his clothes.