Sentiment {Sherlock BBC}

40. "Battle."

"Liz! I need help!" Sherlock yelled stressfully. John asked Sherlock to be his best man and he's been reading everything he can and he's been a pain in the ass all morning. Suddenly, I heard sirens in the distance and Lestrade came running up the stairs.

"What's going on?" Lestrade asked in full panic mode.

"This is hard." Sherlock said staring at the screen of his laptop.

"What?"

"Really hard. Hardest thing I've ever had to do." Sherlock groaned moving his hands from his temples. Sherlock held up the book I got him, "How to write an unforgettable best man speech".

"Have you any funny stories about John?" Sherlock asked Lestrade and he stood there shaking his head.

"What?!" Lestrade asked annoyed. Sherlock put the book down then looked at me.

"I need anecdotes." Sherlock said to me, then noticed Lestrade's expression. "Didn't go to any trouble, did you?" Sherlock asked. Lestrade stood there and stared at him in disbelief as more sirens rang through the air and a helicopter approached. The noise got extremely loud and papers began blowing around the flat.

"Sherlock. You said 'help'." I sighed.

"Right." Sherlock sighed.

"Sherlock, you know John more than any of us. You'll figure it out. Next time, make your text more specific." Lestrade sighed before leaving and walking off.

Sherlock sat in his chair for about another hour when he stopped and looked at me.

"Come here," He said standing up and pulling something up on his laptop which sat open in front of him.

"Okay?" I said and stood as he took off his caramel colored dressing gown and stood holding up his arm to me. A song played through his laptop that sounded much like something he would play on his violin. We began waltzing around the living room and I couldn't help but feel like a princess, I know, cheesy. I watched his eyes concentrate on mine as we stepped back, then forward, then right, then left. I admired Sherlock so much. There was something about him that I couldn't quite figure out lately. The closer the wedding, almost the more vulnerable he is. The door opened and Mrs. Hudson came in with a tray of tea. Sherlock glanced at her, as did I to see here smiling at us.

"Shut up, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock said and I intentionally stepped on his foot. "Ow," he mumbled.

"I haven't said a word." She smirked as we continued to waltz around, literally.

"You're formulating a question. It's physically painful watching you thinking." Sherlock said letting go of me.

"I thought it was you playing." She said.

"It was me playing." Sherlock began leaning over his laptop and stopping the music, jotting something down on a paper next to his laptop. "I am composing."

"You were dancing." Mrs. Hudson smirked at us. I blushed and looked down.

"I was road-testing." Sherlock corrected her.

"You what?"

"Why are you here?" Sherlock finally asked.

"I'm bringing you your morning tea." She said pouring milk into Sherlock's teacup. I smiled at them and he eyed her. "You're not usually awake." She said as Sherlock sat in his chair.

"You bring me tea in the morning?" he asked.

"Well, where did you think it came from?" she asked with a smile on her face.

"I don't know. I just thought it sort of happened." Sherlock said grabbing my hand and pulling me to sit in his lap.

"Your mother has a lot to answer for." Mrs. Hudson sighed handing him a cup of tea.

"Mm, I know. I have a list. Mycroft has a file." Sherlock responded taking the cup. Mrs. Hudson giggled and took a seat in John's chair across from us.

"So – it's the big day, then!" Mrs. Hudson gushed. Sherlock quirked an eyebrow before taking a sip of his tea,

"What big day?" he asked.

"The wedding! John and Mary getting married!"

"Two people who currently live together are about to attend church, have a party, go on a short holiday and then carry on living together. What's big about that?" Sherlock asked. I looked down at my hand against his chest and he looked up at me slowly as Mrs. Hudson spoke,

"It changes people, marriage."

"Mmm, no it doesn't." Sherlock remarked.

"Well, you should understand 'cause you've lived with Liz now for what... almost three and a half years."

"He was absent for two." I added glaring at him.

"Your husband was executed for double murder. You're hardly an advert for companionship." Sherlock said to Mrs. Hudson as Sherlock took another sip of tea.

"Marriage changes you as a person, in ways that you can't imagine." Mrs. Hudson smiled.

"As does a lethal injection." Sherlock smiled and I hit his chest causing him to almost spill some tea.

"My best friend, Margaret – she was my chief bridesmaid." Mrs. Hudson said.

"I'm nervous." I admitted. Mary had me as one of her bridesmaids. Sherlock rolled his eyes and sat down his teacup.

"We were going to be best friends forever, we always said that; but I hardly saw her after that." Mrs. Hudson said. I frowned and Sherlock slid me off his lap into his chair as he stood.

"Aren't there usually biscuits?" Sherlock asked.

"I've run out." Mrs. Hudson said.

"Have the shops?" he asked, trying to hint at her to leave.

"She cried the whole day, saying, "Ooh, it's the end of an era."" Mrs. Hudson said with a frown.

"I'm sure the shop on the corner is open." Sherlock said motioning out the door.

"She was probably right, really." Mrs. Hudson continued and I smirked as I watched Sherlock close his eyes and grimace.

"I remember she left early. I mean, who leaves a wedding early? So sad." She said.

"Mmm. Anyway, you've got things to do." Sherlock smiled at me. I nodded as well.

"No, not really. I've got plenty of time to..."

"Biscuits." Sherlock stated almost in anger.

"I really am going to have a word with your mother." Mrs. Hudson glared walking out of the flat.

"You can if you like. She understands very little." Sherlock said slamming the door closed behind her. I stood up as well and sighed. Time to get on my dress. Sherlock and I walked to his...our?... His? Bedroom and I unzipped the bag around my dress pulling out the purple garment.

"Right, then." Sherlock sighed quietly opening his wardrobe. "Into battle." Sherlock said and I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I got undressed and stepped into my dress. I held it against my chest and turned to Sherlock who was taking off his shirt.

"Zip this for me please?" I asked him. He walked over and zipped up the dress as I turned to smile at him. He continued to get dressed as I went into the bathroom to do my makeup. 

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