The Paper

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When John had been assigned Sherlock Holmes as her partner in anatomy class she'd nearly blown a gasket. Sherlock Holmes was smart, she'd give him that, he was also the kind of student who was too brilliant for his own good. She wouldn't be able to get a passing grade if he destroyed every experiment they were given by going off and doing his own thing. She'd heard all rumors and while normally she didn't put much stock into that sort of thing she'd seen it for herself how often Sherlock's partners seemed to lose their marbles.

The first thing she'd done when she took her seat next to him was remind him that she was going to be a Doctor and no posh pretty boy with a penchant for destruction was going to ruin that for her. Sherlock's answer to her little rant was a scathing review of everything she'd ever done in class and some astounding leaps in logic that left her head spinning. It was exhilarating, it was maddening, it drove her up the wall and round the bend and after an argument that had gone down in school history, as she had been told by a few of her old mates when she met them, they'd become the best of friends.

They fit together in a way she'd never thought she'd fit with anyone. Their weirdness's complimented each other and they softened each other's rough edges. She hadn't really thought of pursuing a romantic relationship with him, she'd had a string of boyfriends and relationships that ended on mostly good terms and mostly because of Sherlock. She'd had to tell some of them multiple times that they weren't dating and a few of them refused to believe her. Telling him that she was leaving to join the army was painful and the argument that followed had been loud enough to scare off the birds. She'd already made her decision though and while they'd avoided each other for a few days he still came to see her off when she left for training.

"If you're going to leave no matter what I say take this with you, if you have this you'll have to come back, even if it's just to tell me no." He handed her a folded-up sheet of paper and wrapped her in his arms running off before she could even say goodbye.

The piece of paper he'd given her had given her a bit of a shock when she'd opened it. She'd tried to understand why he'd given it to her but even though she couldn't fathom why he did it, she knew what her answer was. The sheet of paper became her good luck charm as the months rolled on into years. She kept ahold of it and protected it as good as she was able, tucking it away inside her trunk at the very bottom pressed between the pages of a book and wrapped up in a plastic bag to keep the dirt out. It was the first thing she touched when she made it through something alive and the last thing she touched when she left the barracks. She opened it and reread it again and again until she wore creases in it and had to quit so it wouldn't fall apart.

She'd returned from abroad with a bullet wound in her shoulder and paper in hand but in spite of that it was almost like she'd never left. Things were different between them though, they were awkward in ways that they hadn't been before and all because of a little piece of paper she'd already signed a month into her service. A case turned out to be just what they needed to break the ice and a good shot of adrenaline could really spice up a night. With something more to write in her blog than I'm bored and Sherlock just destroyed something she finally had a reason to post something. She typed up the case and redacted a few details that could get them in hot water if they spilled them out online for the world to see. The comments however she could do without, they were never going to escape this she just knew it, they'd be old and grey and people would still be asking them this question.

Harry had commented on her blog which was just lovely. 'Why didn't you tell me you'd gotten married? You promised I was going to be your Maid of Honor.'

She huffed and rolled her eyes before typing in her reply. 'Harry, I never asked you to be my maid of honor.'

'I'm your only sister! I have to be your maid of honor and you have to have a real wedding!' Her groan could probably be heard on the next floor.

'I know an excellent florist if you need one.' Mike, the smug git who was probably grinning right now after all he'd been trying to set them up since they'd met, had left his piece of advice with a little winky face.

'Sherlock and I don't need a florist or a maid of honor we're already married.' John typed back her reply.

'Are you two finally having the wedding?' Mrs. Hudson's comment appeared just as she'd finished typing her answer.

'I was thinking we could have it later this year.' Was that Sherlock the traitor.

She turned and shouted toward the bedroom. "I can see your comment! You're not invisible you know!"

'Wait a second this is real someone actually married the psycho?' Someone named Sally commented, she must have been one of the officers at the crime scene.

'Yes someone did and she can ban you from commenting.' John typed in feeling just a bit vindictive.

Did you miss me? It's been a year since I posted here, sorry to keep you guys waiting like that, but I'm back now. Thank yous to everyone, who read, reviewed followed, and/or favorited and Special Thanks to VanillaRosemary.