Sherlock Oneshots (Mystrade/Johnlock/Mormor)

I Missed You - Johnlock/Mystrade

John's P.O.V

"You look very dashing, John." Mrs Hudson smiled, adjusting my jacket and straightening my tie.

"You think so?" I was always insecure in a suit. Unfortunately, my wedding day wasn't an exception.

"Of course, dear."

"I wish Sherlock was here." I sighed. I still missed him. Every day.

"I understand that, love. We all miss him. But, I suppose you have suffered the most."

"Yeah. You could say that." I grumbled. I just wanted him there. I wanted him to be there. I wanted him to be my best man. I wanted him by my side. This was meant to be the happiest day of my life. So far, I hadn't smiled once. "I miss him." That was the first time I had admitted it to anyone. Though I'm sure it was obvious.

"I know you do, dear. You'll be okay. Today is your day. And Mary's. Focus on that." I nodded at Mrs Hudson, and she walked out of the room. I was so nervous, but I refused to show it.

I made my way to the main room of the church, and bumped into Greg and Mycroft. I smiled for the first time that day; it was obvious that they liked one another, but I didn't want to say anything. I was sure that Mycroft could read Greg like a book, and probably already knew. I waddled over to them, and Greg patted me on the back.

"You look great, John!" He smiled. I smiled back. A genuine smile.

"You two don't look too bad yourselves." I chuckled. Greg laughed, and Mycroft smirked slightly. Good enough. He usually doesn't change from his emotionless expression.

"I don't believe I ever properly congratulated you, John." Mycroft said, shaking my hand. "Well done. May we all find love, just as you have done." I nodded, and tried not to laugh. I could see Greg turn bright red, and that made it even harder not to break. I simply smiled, and patted Greg on the shoulder.

"Well, I'll leave you guys to it." I winked at Greg, and he cursed me under his breath. "Hey, I just want you to be happy."

"Shut up, asshole." Greg mumbled.

"Love you, too." I whispered, and walked out of the church. I stood outside, and inhaled sharply. Something felt wrong about this day. Something- someone was missing.

"Sherlock, I wish you could be here... You always make things more interesting." I sighed, and saw people had begun to arrive. I just wanted Sherlock to be one of them. But that was impossible. He was dead.

*

I was standing opposite Mary, holding her hands. She looked beautiful, as always, and I was smiling again. I had completely zoned out from what the priest was saying; I was too busy taking in the gorgeous woman standing before me.

"If anyone objects to this union, speak now, or forever hold your peace." (Sorry if I got that wrong. We do weddings a bit different where I'm from) No one said a word, and I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding in.

Just when I thought nothing could go wrong, I heard the doors open. I instantly dropped Mary's hands, and turned to the doors. My heart stopped when I saw who had opened them.

"Is it too late to object? Did I miss that bit, so sorry." Sherlock. Fucking. Holmes. Oh my god.

"What the-" I heard Mary whisper. I didn't have time to hear the rest. I sprinted through the room and tackled Sherlock to the ground. I didn't know whether to punch him or hug him. I settled on hugging him. I hugged him so tightly so that no one would ever take him away from me again. I heard him laugh; I missed that sound.

I helped him stand, and instinctively shoved him out of the room and closed the doors.

"What are you doing here?! You're supposed to be dead!"

"Well, clearly I'm not." He replied smugly.

"Care to explain?"

"Another time. This is your wedding day. So, get back in there." He smiled. I missed that smile more than anything.

"No! You just said you didn't want me to get married!"

"I don't know her."

"It's because you DIED! You were gone for three years! I moved on!"

"Oh John. You could never move on from me."

He was right. And he knew it. I wanted to punch him so badly. But I couldn't do that. Not today. I didn't have the energy.

"I just... I can't believe it. You're alive..." I hugged him again, and took in his scent. I missed everything about him. He wrapped his long, skinny arms around me and rubbed circles on my back. I started to shake, and then sob. I cried all over his beautiful suit, but he didn't seem to mind.

"I missed you, John." He mumbled, placing his chin on the top of my head. I looked up, and saw he was crying too.

"I missed you too. Never leave me again... please..." I reached up and grabbed his face. He smiled again, and I wiped his tears away with my fingers. I nuzzled back into his chest, and wrapped my arms around his waist. I heard the doors open, but couldn't be bothered to see who it was.

"John?" It was Mary. I looked up, not letting go of Sherlock. "Is that Sherlock?" I had told her all about him, and constantly described what he looked like. I nodded, and looked up at him again. He was smiling down at me, and I couldn't help but laugh. He laughed too, and Mary walked over to us. "Hi, I'm Mary. John's... nearly John's wife." He shook her hand, then brought it back to my waist. I rested my head on his chest, still looking over at Mary.

"I'm really sorry, love. I didn't mean to leave you, I just-"

"It's okay. I know you've missed him." I smiled. She understood. "Want me to tell everyone to go home?"

"I... I don't know." I stepped away from Sherlock, and took Mary's hands. "You know I love you, right?" She nodded. "But... we've talked about everything and you know all that I've gone through. You've been so accepting and understanding and I just hope you don't hate me."

"John, of course I don't hate you! I can't say I entirely understand your situation as it is quite unique, but I trust your judgement." She kissed my cheek. "We'll still keep in touch. You still like me, don't you? Even just as a friend?"

"Come on, you know I love you... and it'll be hard to move forward, but of course we'll stay in contact. You're always going to be one of my best friends. You understand me better than anyone."

"Go get him." She smiled. She turned me around and shoved me towards Sherlock. "I'll give you two a moment. Why don't you go round the back? I'll send everyone home."

"Thank you for everything. I love you."

"I love you, too." Mary smiled again. I couldn't thank her enough.

"What's going on? Where's your wife going?" Sherlock rambled.

"Shhhh... don't worry... I missed you so much..."

"Me too. But, I'm afraid I don't understand. Why aren't you marrying her? What's stopping you?"

"'You are."

"What? I didn't really mean to-"

"I know you didn't. Hear me out for a second, okay?" I sighed, and took both of his hands. "I've told Mary all about you and I. All the cases we've been on, how we used to live together, all the times people assumed we were a couple... I told her everything. I told her about how much I missed you. I told her how much of a genius you are. And... I told her that on the first day I met you, I knew I was in love with you."

He was silent for a moment, before he lunged forwards and closed the gap between us. I'd kissed countless women before, but this was so very different. It felt so right and so wrong all at once. I reached up to run my fingers through his hair. I'd wanted this for so long, and it was even better than I ever could've imagined.

We drew back, our noses touching. I was standing on my toes, and he leant down so I could stand properly.

"I love you..." I whispered, kissing him again.

"I know." He said, kissing my forehead. "I love you, too."