Fallen Stars & Healing

Chapter 4: Maid of Honor

Little bit of a filler! Enjoy!

Sibley could honestly say that before John and Mary, she had never been to a wedding before. Of course, she knew all about them from movies and such, but never had she personally experienced one. Now, she not only was going to go one, but she was going to help plan it and be in it. Ah, the duties of the Maid Of Honor. She had heard all sorts of stories about bridezillas and such, but Mary was actually quite calm about it all. It was as if to her she was planning nothing more than a Sunday brunch. However to both Sibley and Sherlock, it was a very important task that caused them both, or at least Sibley, a whole lot of stress.

When the day finally came and the couple were finally wed, Sibley finally relaxed. While Mary and John greeted everyone Sibley stood outside and watched Willamina chase bubbles while she chatted with other guests. Very few of the people she met were there for Mary, which wasn't surprising, Mary was an orphan, but it got Sibley to thinking about who she would invite to her own wedding. All she really had was Willamina, Sherlock, John, Mary, Mycroft, and her grandparents. Maybe some coworkers, there were a few she'd go get drinks with from time to time, but she realized, she wasn't really close with many people outside her father and his friends. That was weird, she maybe needed to fix that.

Eventually everyone found their way inside and to a table. Sibley was both looking forward to and dreading this part- the best man speech. She was in suspense, waiting to see what would happen. Would she die of embarrassment or laughter? Either way she was sure this wouldn't be a moment she would forget.

There was a clinking noise as someone tapped on the glass and the Master of Ceremonies spoke.

"Pray silence for the best man." he sat down and everyone clapped as Sherlock stood. Sibley looked around the room. Half of the audience was excited to hear because they knew how amusing it was going to be, especially the telegrams, the other half were just looking forward to hearing from the mysterious Sherlock Holmes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, family and friends ... and ... erm ... others. Er ... w..."

Sibley looked up at him, squinting her eyes. Was he getting stage fright? Sherlock Holmes? Her father?

"A-a-also..." he trailed off and Sibley could hear John mutter on the other side about telegrams. Sibley only felt a little bad when she had to suppress a giggle. Sherlock must have also heard the groom and suddenly he was back in reality.

"Right, um... First things first. Telegrams. Well, they're not actually telegrams. We just call them telegrams. I don't know why. Wedding tradition because we don't have enough of that already, apparently." At that last sentence Sibley shook her head. Next to her Willa tilted her head as she watched the man stumble over his words. Then it started. He got through the first two fairly well but then he began to get annoyed and what seemed to be embarrassed.

"Um, 'special day'..." he dropped the card, "'very special day," dropped the card "... 'love'... 'love' ... 'love' ... 'love' ... 'lo...'; bit of a theme – you get the general gist. People are basically fond." he said. Sibley shook her head and looked down, mainly trying to hide her amused grin. Willa tugged on her mother's dress and Sibley looked down at her.

"He's not very good at dis, is he?" she asked. Sibley put a hand to her mouth, chuckling quietly.

"No, he's not." she whispered.

"John Watson. My friend, John Watson." Sherlock began, he looked down at the groom and John smiled. "John." he said. He looked back at the audience and Sibley straightened, this she was excited for.

"When John first broached the subject of being the best man, I was confused." Sibley snorted. Confused was an understatement, the guy was in full on shock. She had been sitting there next to him as Mary and John asked her to be there while Willa colored in the other room and she saw everything.