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Chapter 26

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She's can't believe it. After years of pining for Sherlock, growing a backbone, and then receiving the love she always wanted from him, they're... getting married. She never thought that either of them would ever grow into a commitment like that. He avoided "sentiment" like the plague and she ran away as soon as anyone got close. Quite a pair, they are.

She smiles, touching the necklace that Mrs. Hudson had gifted her with. Looking in the mirror, she sees a person that she never thought would be looking back at her. All her life, she felt like a girl. She feels like a woman right now.

Mary, upon noticing the quiet bride, tenderly touches her hand. "You alright, sweety?"

"Oh, oh, yes. I just- I never thought-"

"I know." Mary says with a soft smile. To lighten the mood, she playfully adds, "I don't think anyone thought this could happen." Molly lets loose a watery laugh. "Shush, before you ruin your make-up. It's nearly time."

He's going to be sick. Well, he thinks so. Today is his wedding day and all he can think about (besides getting her into bed during their sex holiday) is something is going to go wrong. He doesn't think that she'll be a runaway bride, but perhaps a kidnapped bride? Murdered bride? He shuts his eyes tightly and sucks in a breath at that.

"Are you alright, Sherlock?" Best man, best friend, and occasional mansitter, John Watson, asks worriedly.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. Just a bit... nauseous."

John chuckles. "Nauseous, eh?"

"Is that not what I said?"

John shakes his head in fond amusement. "Yeah, that's what you said."

Suddenly, everything shifts. Music starts and attention is drawn to the back of the church where Mary is now entering. Mary winks at him, grinning. With a smile, John notices Sherlock take in another breath when Molly begins walking toward them. All thoughts of kidnapping and murder leaving his thoughts for the moment. Really, the only thought he seems to be able to process is, she's beautiful.

Click.

That would be Violet's Holmes camera snapping another picture. Sherlock shoots a glare her way, causing Molly to playfully swat his arm. Violet rolls her eyes and decides to carry out her mission. Hopefully neither Sherlock or Molly will notice until they leave for their honeymoon. That's when she'll give it to them.

She first turns the camera to herself.

"Well, dears, this is your wedding gift. Both of you often forget how important you are to all of us. I have decided to give you a reason to never forget again. I will go first." She sucks in a breath, turning away from the camera for a moment. After wiping at her eyes she continues.

"Sherlock, you are a wonderful man. Your father and I are so proud of you. We were worried about you as a child... Such a big brain, but such little need for social interaction. We didn't want you to be alone. My dear, you found Molly and you couldn't be more blessed because Molly is the best thing that could have happened to you. Oh my, I better cut myself off here or I'll take up the entire time." She chuckles and pauses the recorder.

Molly grins as Sherlock backs her up against the car and kisses her feverishly. They're still going at it when Violet clears her throat. Sherlock pulls away with a grunt at his mother. Molly just turns fifty shades of red.

"Mummy?"

Coughing awkwardly, she hands them the recorder. "My wedding gift to you." With that, she kisses both of their cheeks and wanders back inside.

"What is it?" Molly asks curiously, looking over his shoulder. Sherlock just smiles and opens the limo door. He ushers her in before taking his own seat next to her.

"Let's find out." With that, he presses the play button.

They both smile at Violet's words. Sherlock presses the pause button. "This is..."

"Going to be interesting. Press play." Sherlock does as told.

They see Siger roll his eyes at his lovely wife's antics. "Really, Violet? Wait, is it on?! Give me some time to think!"

Both Sherlock and Molly chuckle at that.

"Um, let's see... I couldn't be more proud of the both of you. Well, if you gave me a grandchild and saved me from your mother's constant complaining, I might..." He shakes his head, clearing away those thoughts. "I'm very glad you found one another." He smiles gently at the camera. That is, until about ten seconds later, a scowl appears. "Violet, I'm done! Turn the damn thing off now!"

Next up is Mrs. Hudson, who appears to be very teary-eyed. "Goodness, I can't even say how happy I am for the two of you. You were both... so unhappy... before you found each other. Sherlock, dear, you were so lonely and you were too, Molly. I always worried about the both of you and when you finally told us! When you finally told us, I could not have been happier. I love you both."

Molly is openly crying at Mrs. Hudson's words, while Sherlock looks moved. Or constipated. Maybe both.

Mycroft suddenly appears on the screen in a close up before the camera adjusts. Both Molly and Sherlock laugh at that.

"Mummy, kindly get that thing out of my face, please." When she doesn't, he lets loose a sigh and begins speaking. "I am thrilled that you found someone as lovely as Dr. Hoo-...Molly..., Sherlock. I told you sentiment...love... was a chemical defect found on the losing side. Dear God, I can't believe I'm admitting this on camera, but... I was wrong." He clears his throat. "Best of wishes. That is all."

They're both giggling wildly, clutching at one another. "Did you see his face?" Sherlock asks, wiping at his tears of laughter.

"I-I did. Oh man."

Greg is the next to appear on screen. "Is it on?" Sherlock rolls his eyes. "It is? Okay, well, lovers! I sincerely hope you're not watching this after, erm well, nevermind. I have a lot of friends. Between the Yard and Uni, I've never been short on 'em, but you two... You two are some of my best friends. You look for deeper things than the closest place to have a pint and I'm grateful for that. I suppose what I'm trying to say is, thank you. You've both changed lives; including mine."

"That was sweet." Molly comments, having calmed down from their previous fit of laughter.

"He's still a bit touchy about us, though."

"Hmm?"

Sherlock abruptly looks down. "Nothing."

Mary is now on screen, tears steaming down her face. Sherlock squirms uncomfortably. "You two-" She takes a deep breath. "You were made for each other. I love you both dearly. Sometimes I can't believe how much we've all grown. You both are the most lovely, kind, and generous-stop rolling your eyes, Sherlock-people I know. You give until it hurts. John and I will never forget all you've done for us. Just, thank you for being in our lives. We... love you."

"Have I mentioned just how much I love her?" Molly chokes out.

Sherlock is about to answer when John finally comes on. He immediately shuts his mouth.

"Sherlock Holmes, you are the most infuriating, narcissistic, bloody git that I have ever met." He pauses then begins speaking again with a smile. "And I love you to death. We've been through just about everything-though, not as much as Mrs. Hudson thinks- and now we're... here. You are a wonderful man. But you don't need a bigger ego, so I'm going to flatter your new wife now.

"Molly...Holmes, you are fantastic. Has anyone ever told you that before? The big, fat git ought to remember to. Everyone always told me that I had the patience of a saint. God, Molly, I have no idea what that makes you. You took care of my best friend when I wasn't there to do it and for that, I am forever grateful. But you are so much more than Sherlock Bloody Holmes' keeper to Mary and I. We love you like nothing in this world, Mrs. Holmes." John pauses another deep breath. "We love you both. I love you both."

Sherlock hastily wipes at his eyes, but Molly still sees. She can't help the soft smile that creeps on her face. "Sherlock Holmes, I bloody well think I'm in love with you."

He grins at her before sweeping her up into his arms for a searing kiss. "I quite think I feel the same for you, Mrs. Holmes."

He leans in to kiss her again, but she's giggling. He pulls away, scowling. "I'm sorry... It's just, that line was so cheesy. The whole Mr. and Mrs. thing after getting married? What is this; a sappy fanfiction?"

He kisses her again, but the camera catches their attention once more. It's still on, just zoomed in... On them. They both stare, a bit mesmerized, by the love that is so apparent on both of their faces.

"I really do love you, Sherlock." She whispers, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"I love you too, Molly." He hugs her back and kisses the top of her head.

End Chapter 26

End Story!

A/N

Wow, the end?... This came faster than I thought it would. I know I haven't updated in a few days, but this time it was on purpose. My thoughts on this chapter were a bit scattered, but I wanted to end it like this and I wanted time to write it. I hope it wasn't too choppy, but I rather liked it. Thought it made it a bit more raw. Damn, this feels like goodbye. You guys have been such loyal reviewers. I honestly can't tell you how much your reviews meant to be. You make me want to write better :)

Special thanks to Rocking the Redbeard, TheHolmesSister, Lanceletta, SammyKatz, and InMollysWildestDreams for being loyal and reviewing all most all the chapters. Means a hell of a lot more than you can believe! Also, thank you to lilsherlockian1975 for being my first review, for not only this story, but my first review since writing again.

Um, lesse... Anything else? I guess, just thank you all for sticking this out with me. I know I tend to ramble during my author's notes. For the last band of the chapter... One of my favorite bands... Nirvana. My favorite by them is "Come As You Are". And of course "Smells Like Teen Spirit" ;)

Ta until next time!