A/N: Okay final chapter and something with a little bang methinks.

I actually found out all my research from this site literary-liasonscom and some of my details are a little off because I didn't want them… selfish I know but hey it's my story ;)

All mistakes are unhappily missed so if you see something MAJOR please tell me :)

"Where is he?!" Molly was panicking now as much as Mary tried to soothe her, both women were seething. You tended to need a best man and more importantly a groom for a wedding – having just the bride was somewhat detrimental. Molly was picking at the lace overlay on her bodice and full skirt, the gloves had been tossed on the bench beside her as she sat awkwardly in the stiff material.

"He'll be here." Mary stroked the dark copper hair beneath Molly's veil, adjusting the sheer material before fixing her own headpiece and smoothing her lavender grey dress.

"I'm going to kill him." Molly stood and started to pace in her dress. "I knew should have gone with him yesterday. Why did he take a case yesterday?" The bouquet was nearly flung across the room Molly was waiting in. The door clicked open to reveal Violet looking just as stressed as the bride. Her pale green dress was offset with a dark green bodice and she held her bonnet in her hand.

"He's here but…" The nervousness in her mother-in-law's voice set off alarm bells and Molly was gone.

"He's not meant to see you!" Mary called futilely as the bride stormed out of the door to see Sherlock resting on the wheel of the wedding carriage. Still in his clothes from yesterday he was as pale as sheet and Molly came to a skidding halt on the gravel.

"Molly…" Sherlock croaked and she swapped from anger to anxiety in a heartbeat. John rounded the side of the carriage and saw the bride in turmoil.

"He'll be okay Molly, I'm just going to patch him up, tell Mary I am so sorry." John's commanding tone shook Molly from her panic.

When Sherlock had told her yesterday morning that he had a lead on Moriarty, she had felt the panic well up in her stomach; she knew that ominous forewarning would be lost on Sherlock who didn't believe in superstition so she had turned to John and Mary who heeded her warning, John had promised to care for him.

"What happened?" She ground out stepping forward but Sherlock held out a blood stained hand.

"If I get blood on your dress my mother will kill me so will Mary and I do not even want to think what you'll do to me." He cracked a smile.

"Sherlock Sherrinford Holmes." Molly felt her relief mix with anger again.

"Hooper get back in the bloody church I will be there in five." Sherlock raised an eyebrow and she threw her hands up in irritation before spinning on her heel and storming past the guests back to the little holding room.

Mary was waiting anxiously, toying with their flowers while Violet looked as worried as the other woman.

"Believe me he is fine." Molly shook her head. "Still ordering me around." She allowed a smile and felt tears run down her face.

"Well I know you are supposed to be crying Molly but not yet." Violet quickly wiped away the tears and held the young woman's face looking at her critically.

"He's such a dollymop." Molly felt Violet laugh beneath her hug and heard Mary snicker.

"Together they are a pair." Her matron of honour grinned and Molly took a deep breath, well as deep as her wedding corset would allow. She had already told Sherlock he would need a knife to get these stays open, he had just smiled at her and turned back to his newspaper.

"Ready for you." Benedict popped his head in and stopped when he saw Molly. "You are simply beautiful my darling, I am so proud to call you my daughter in law." He stepped back out, his wife joining him.

"Ready Hooper?" Mary handed her her bouquet of roses and orange blooms and was surprised when Molly suddenly threw herself into a hug, squeezing each other as tightly as possible, the pair let out one last laugh and then stood the way proper ladies should hold themselves, hiding smirks. "Got your garter?" Molly went crimson as she remembered the band of blue fabric around her thigh, remembering Sherlock's lecherous words when he discovered it at the bottom of her bag. "Glad you're not dead, I would never have had this much fun if you had really kicked the bucket." Mary whispered as they left the room, forcing Molly to bite the inside of her cheek to stop her from laughing, her best friend was so bloody crude. Molly had no children to attend as she had no cousins or nieces and nephews, it was just her and Mary, walking behind Benedict and Violet. She wished greatly that her mother was there to see her, wearing her own green dress but she pushed unhappy thoughts to the back of her head when her eyes fell on a still pale Sherlock.

'Still going to kill him.' Molly thought grimly watching his face while smiling at the vicar before her.

The rest of the ceremony disappeared in a haze of words, tears and sniffles from Mary and Violet. There was the ring then rice confetti and hugs and kisses with promises to write from their honeymoon before Sherlock helping her into the carriage. Molly turned, pushing her head out of the window and tossing her bouquet at Mary who caught it deftly.

"I'll dry them for you." Mary shouted as more rice was thrown at the back of the carriage as Sherlock drove the horses out of the lane. Molly waved to her wedding party before closing the curtains once more. Sherlock had laid out her travelling outfit on the seat opposite and she sighed unhappily. Undressing alone was so cumbersome. Then she saw something that made her laugh, a small knife with a note 'For undoing troublesome stays'. She snorted and began undoing the tiresome buttons with made her fingers ache by the time she reached the last one. Unhooking the full skirts she took a slightly deeper breath being free from the fabric. Finally, an hour later she was suitably attired in a morose chocolate coloured dress and with a quick peek outside she shimmied out of the window and stepped next to her groom who let out a noise of surprise.

"I could have stopped you know." Sherlock eyed her quickly before turning back to the road.

"Where's the fun in that?" Molly smiled and tied her bonnet a little tighter. "Besides you were not complaining when I did it during the Poisoned Glass study. That's what John called it right?" She took the reins off of Sherlock who made another noise of surprise. "You know I can drive better than you." She smiled winningly at him but he took the reins off her once more.

"You do not know where I am stealing you too." Sherlock murmured in her ear. Molly shivered and stared at her husband.

"Will it take long?" Her voice was slightly husky and the smile that lifted the corners of his mouth didn't help the bubbling in her stomach.

"About an hour. I hope you left that garter on." He slowed the horses slightly before pressing his lips to behind the shell of her ear. "Maybe a little longer. Depends how often you distract me." She smiled again.

"The garter is still on." Molly blushed. "But down to business Mr Holmes."

"Yes Mrs Holmes?" He asked, speeding the horses again.

"What happened?" Her voice was barely audible but he heard her and sighed slightly.

"A case went wrong Molly…"

"Hours before our wedding, what was I supposed to do if I lost you?" She crossed her arms and glared at him. "Do you need any more medical help?"

"I am still here…" He reminded her but saw her glare didn't waver. "Fine I will tell you." She smiled. "After I have taken that garter off with my teeth… do we have a deal?" Sherlock watched with satisfaction as she went bright red again. She nodded again. "I am physically fine now, John's stitches will hold, we will just have to be careful for the next month…"

"Month?" She yelped.

"Oh yes we are taking the full honeymoon Molly. It's called a honeymoon because we stay away for a lunar month and we eat nothing but honey and mead. However I do intend feeding you properly." He winked and Molly nearly fainted in her stays. But she recollected herself.

"Fine, but I'll tell you something Holmes." He turned to look at her. "My wedding stays are still on; you're going to need that knife." She leant back against the bouncing carriage with a smug smile while Sherlock's pale complexion was tinged slightly pink.

A/N: Finite my pretties. Okay I did waver a few times with the prim ideals of the time (it wasn't strictly Victorian but hey ho Sherlock and Molly do not exactly feel prim and proper characters – they push limits for me. I hope you like the final chapter. I have agonised over it for AGES rewritten it thirty different times and scrapped every idea I've had. Until this one which was written while I was singing tunelessly to Wicked and Frozen.

I hope you enjoy the final chapter but ta daaaaa this is it!