Hey! So this is based on a dream I had and thanks to my friend Rosie for getting me to write this! Sherlolly established relationship with awesome people at their wedding! That is all.

'Amy, can you come and help me with the zip please?' Molly rushed frantically, getting herself worked up. It is the morning of her wedding and she wanted to make sure she looked perfect for her husband to be. She had spent all morning preparing herself for Sherlock. She had been plucking and waxing and exfoliation and moisturising since 6 am, as Sherlock was raised in a very traditional way, he and Molly had decided to wait until their wedding night to share a bed.

'Calm down Molly, you don't want to sweat off your make-up.' Amy said. She had taken time away from travelling in order to attend her best friends wedding, as both she and the Doctor knew the couple. The Doctor was acting as best man for Sherlock, she had also heard that the 'page boys' were not going to be 'boys', but men dressed up, as the couple didn't know any children. She helped Molly zip up her dress and fastened the fiddly buttons up the back.

'I'm sorry but I don't want to look like a train wreck, my mum will throw a fit.' Molly said rearranging the front of her dress so that it puffed out a little more.

'You look absolutely stunning Molly.' A voice at the door said, which was Mrs. Hudson. Molly had asked Mrs. Hudson to be a bridesmaid also, as since her and Sherlock had been together, the old woman had been like a mother to her. The pair baked cakes together and gossiped together and acted almost as if they were best friends. Mrs. Hudson listened to her problems and she did the same for her. Sherlock didn't understand the decision, but he was glad of it, as it kept her off his case. 'Also dear, this is not your mothers wedding, it is yours. Don't let her ruin your big day.' Amy nodded in agreement but Molly just sighed.

'How can I when she is always judging me? She doesn't like anything I do, she doesn't like my job, my style she even hates my husband to be! She is only here so that her friends won't think she is a bad mother.' Molly said, trying to keep her calm. She looked at the sympathetic faces of her bridesmaids and shook her head. 'No you're right, there is no point in letting her ruin my life. She doesn't have to like it, I don't care anymore. Today is about me committing to the man I love.'

Amy and smiled at each other, then to her.

'Well I'll go and get your veil, then we can go and get you married!' Amy smiled, skipping down the hallway to fetch the veil and flowers.

'Sherlock, no! You quit remember?' The Doctor was trying to grab the packet of cigarettes from the groom-to-be. Sherlock was having some pre-wedding jitters.

'But what if something goes wrong? The cars could be late of my suit could rip or ...'

'You know most people about stumbling on words at a wedding.' John intercepted, handing his flat mate a cup of coffee.

'Pfft, a moron can repeat some words, but with the other stuff, it relies on other people.' Sherlock sighed. 'Are you and Matt set?' Sherlock asked John.

'Well I am, but Matt is having second thoughts about wearing shorts and a cap. Seriously, why couldn't you have just not had any page-boys?' John sighed, Sherlock wanted his flat mate and cousin to be involved in the Wedding, but his oldest friend had dibs on best man since the Doctor know Sherlock when he was a little boy.

'So, do you have a girlfriend?' the Doctor asked, but the little tuft of brown curls before him just huffed.

'Girls are a waste of time, I'll marry what I love and what I love is science.' Young Sherlock sighed.

'You'll change your mind, and when you do, I'll be your best man.' The doctor nudged.

John, upon hearing the page boy idea sarcastically asked if he wanted them to dress up as little boys, to which the detective said yes, much to their dismay.

Matt walked into the living room of 221B, his face looking towards the ground in embarrassment. John sighed as he realised the their beige, old time outfits made Matt look charming and boyish, whereas John just looked ridiculous.

'You two look great!' The Doctor enthused, with his fashion clock a little bit out of date.

Matt sighed. 'There had better be hot girls at this shingdig.'

Sherlock and the guests were all inside the wedding hall. Since neither Molly nor Sherlock were religious, they decided that a small reception would suffice. Molly, her bridesmaid and Greg Lestrade were outside. Lestrade had agreed to give Molly away since her father had died, for which she was truly grateful. Amy arranged Molly's dress whilst Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade held each of her hands to calm her down. They headed into the main foyer, took some deep, calming breaths and waited for the music to begin.

Sherlock and the guests rose as the man conduction the ceremony (Mark Gatiss) announced the arrival of the bride. The violin music (chosen by Sherlock) began to play, as the doors at the back of the room swung open and Lestrade and the beautiful bride stepped into the room. Sherlock's eyes lit up instantly. He drank in the image of his blushing bride. Her dress was pure white, a simple bodice with a skirt that poofed out at the bottom. The train stretched out a good few meters, with the 2 bridesmaids holding it at the back. Sherlock saved the best view until last, he looked towards Molly's face, which he could tell was blushing beneath her veil. The white tint perfected her porcelain skin and emphasised her large brown eyes, which were locked on him as she walked down the isle. The crowd were non-existent as the pair looked into each others eyes, smiles growing as Molly drew nearer. What felt like hours later, Lestrade kissed Molly's hand and the placed it in Sherlock's.

Sherlock lifted the veil of his beautiful bride and placed a kiss on her cheek.

'Don't worry, the hardest part is over.' Sherlock whispered affectionately into her ear, knowing how she hates attention. She gave a small smile and whispered back.

'Anything to be with you.'

The conductor of the ceremony recited what was necessary and then announced that the pair had written their own vows. Molly smiled as she looked into her almost husband's eyes and spoke these words.

'I promise to support you whether you or right or in very rare cases, wrong.' That earned a small giggle from the audience.

'I promise to never try to change you, as you are perfect the way you are. I promise to guide you in situations you don't understand, without letting you fall. I promise to never interfere with your and John's bromance, no matter how jealous I get.' She said with a giggle, causing John to blush and the rest of the audience to laugh.

Sherlock smiled and whispered 'thank you' into her ear, getting ready to prepare what he had to say. He had to have help from John to write the vows, but they came from the heart, he just had difficulty writing them down in a way that could be spoken.

'Molly, I promise to do my best in making you happy and doing right by our marriage. I promise to always respect your decisions, no matter what they may be.' He snook a glance at Molly's mother who turned up her nose at him. 'I promise to be your family and a friend as well as a lover and listen to anything you have to say. I also promise not to leave my experiments anywhere that you would disapprove of.' Sherlock smiled.

As the formalities continued, Any noticed John beginning to well up. She pulled a tissue out of her bra (don't judge, she couldn't have a bag with her!) and handed it to the man, at the same time Matt went to hand him one, they bumped hands in front of John and smiled at one another in a slightly flirtatious way. Both so caught up in the small encounter that they both forgot about the crying man between them, leaving his tears to stream down his face a hit the floor in front of him.

'I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.' Mark announced.

Sherlock tilted up Molly's chin and closed the distance between them. Sherlock created his own little room for this memory to be stored in, in his mind palace, this kiss is one that he never wanted to forget.