First of all, I want to thank everybody who congratulated me for med school, so sweet of you :´) also, I thought of making these chapter two instead, but it kind of took its own way. I hope that you liked this story because it was my very first Sherlock fic! Thanks' to everyone that reviewed and added this to their favorites.

Also Sherlock acts a little OOC at the end, but I really wanted him to act all fluffy and tender again! Also the song I used is Chaising Cars by snow Patrol and it's actually the song that I would use for MY wedding

Dead wasn't supposed to feel like this. Dead was supposed to feel like something and right now, Sherlock didn't felt any different. Without opening his eyes, he touched his chest and then his head. They didn't seem any different. There was no pain or suffering as he believed there should be in this situation. He opened one eye and then another one and he couldn't see anything but blood.

Not his.

Victor was lying on the floor, with the cruel smirk still engraved in his face. Sherlock followed the trajectory of the shoot and turned around just to be shocked. "Molly Hooper…" he whispered.

Molly seemed as surprised as him. She was clearly still in shock because she couldn't let go of the gun. In fact, she was still pointing at Sherlock. Her hands were shaking and she looked really frightened, but she didn't move the weapon an inch when Sherlock approached her.

"Molly…let go of the gun now." Sherlock ordered softly as he made a cautious move to take the weapon from her hand.

"I…I don't think I can…" Molly confessed. She was clenching to the gun by simple survival instinct.

And following that instinct, she shot again when the door busted suddenly. A very alert and confused Lestrade opened the door also clenching to his gun "Jesus Molly! Drop that before you hurt yourself! You almost shoot my head off!"

Molly realized that was true and dropped the gun. Sherlock kicked it away.

"What's all this..? Sherlock is that man dead?" Lestrade tried to make some sense of what he saw.

"I'm not sure." Sherlock confessed as he grabbed the gun, walked to Victor's body and shot him twice before surrendering the weapon to Lestrade. "Yes, he is now."

"Sherlock! That's it! You're all arrested!" Lestrade's face was red with anger, but he was interrupted by John.

"Under what charges?"

"John!" Valentina's voice interrupted the detective who was about to answer. The girl was still holding Santiago's hand.

"Oh! Yes, excuse me." John approached the boy and took his pulse. His face became severe. "He's alive; barely. We have to call an ambulance immediately."´

Santiago opened his eyes just to see white everywhere. "Damn, I'm dead!" he thought as he looked around. Instead of finding angels and soft clouds like heaven was supposed to be like, she found Valentina curled up on a chair next to his bed. "Close enough.." he concluded as he shook her to wake up.

She was startled and almost feel off the chair. After she blinked once or twice confused, she looked at him happily. "Hey you…"

"Hey." He smiled. Then he remembered what had happened. "Is your father..?"

Valentina nodded, "Yes, Sherlock make sure of that." She added with a smile, "After Molly shot him."

Santiago looked at the girl with concern, not sure of how she reacted to that incident, "Are you okay with that?"

"I don't know. I think I will break down crying on any moment." After biting her lip, Valentina let out a giggle. Santiago liked when she giggled; she looked almost human. "I do that a lot."

"Yeah? Did you cried for me?" Santiago teased her, but he was actually intrigued by her answer.

"Yes, like the two first weeks or so."

His jaw dropped and his eyebrows rose, "How long it has been?"

"Well…" Valentina doubted and then approached her chair to be closer to him. "he first week you were on a ventilator; you looked like shit. We called your mom. She hadn't seen you in three years so it was quite a shock for her. She cried a little, then yelled at us and then cried some more. Finally she talked to my mom and both cried some more. Lately everyone is crying…"

"Is your mom okay?" Santiago was surprised to know he had been out for so long. To him, it felt like just a few hours but it had been really months.

"Yes!" Valentina's face lightened. "Turns out that the pills that they gave her worked just fine. She's lucid some times and just yesterday she called me for my name. Still, she has to stay on the asylum." Her smile faltered a little.

"Does that means you'll have to go to some orphan house or something?" he asked concerned.

She shook her head and blushed. "No, Sherlock worked that out, too. Do you know he has a brother? He convinced him of tutoring me. I live on a big house now, three bathrooms, pool…the whole deal. I still have to bear with Mycroft's eccentricities but he leaves me to my own mostly."

"Good. I'll have to thank Sherlock for the hospital bill, right?" Santiago asked with amusement and Valentina laughed again.

"You'll have a chance at John's wedding next week. I mean, if you still want to go with me…" Valentina suddenly seemed nervous and she avoided Santiago's look. "You don't have to, you know?"

"Didn't you hear a word I say before falling into a comma?" He smiled and she blushed a little.

"Yeah, but you were dying and all that adrenaline could be messing up with your thoughts, who knows?" Valentina sounded serious, but Santiago couldn't help to laugh.

"Come here." He ordered and she obeyed him.

He cupped her faced and kissed her. For the first time, Valentina felt pure happiness and of course, she thought he's lips tasted a whole better without the tears or the blood of the previous kiss. An annoying buzzing interrupted them.

"Ooops!" Valentina read a text on her cell phone and rolled her eyes. "I have to go, Mycroft is paranoid. Do you know he was the one that gave Molly the gun?"

"Go. I'll see you at the wedding." Santiago agreed as he reluctantly let go of her hand.

She stood up and then she started giving little jumps until she reached the door.

"What was that about?" Santiago raised his eyebrows.

"Emmm…I don't like stepping on the lines between the tiles. That's new." She bit her lip nervously and then grinned, "I'm still working on the pizza."

Santiago laughed.

Mary was a very determined person. If she decided to have the biggest, fanciest and more spectacular wedding that her 200 guest had ever seen, she would get it through, no matter what. At that moment, she looked like a five year old, contemplating with emotion every one of the white roses that were placed at the center of every table.

"It's stupid." Sherlock augmented, spoiling Mary's smile and earning a killing look from John. Sherlock just shacked his shoulders and explain. "Why would you place a thousand roses on vases and let them die there?"

"Because it looks fucking awesome." Mary snapped at the detective, making him blush and earning giggles from John and Molly.

"Try asking her why does she had to try on sixteen different dresses before picking one." Valentina, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the emotional charge in the room as well. "She already knew her size and there wasn't as if there were many color options, so why would she try…?"

Santiago interrupted the whispering by pulling Valentina's face and kissing her passionately. When she pulled back to get some air, she was blushing red but smiling. Sherlock gave Santiago a questioning look and he grinned. "Work's every time."

The music started and Mary recovered her energy. "Okay okay, hurry up! You're the guests of honor and you'll be sitting over there" Mary then pushed them (literally) to their seats before the other guest arrived.

Molly was lost on her thoughts. It had been really nice of Mary to let them see the venue first. It was a dream

The ceiling recreated a night's sky and candles floated around the tables hanging around from fake white trees. There were white roses on every table and the dance floor extended for so long that Molly couldn't see the end of it.

The groom looked very handsome and clean but the thing that stood out the most was his smile. Mary had never seen John smiling for so long and maybe it was because it was inevitable not to get caught on Mary's happiness. She looked perfect, in fact. She had a long mermaid dress covered up with white lace, with fine sleeves and a discrete neckline. Her blond wavy hair had been pulled back on a messy and loose bun, decorated with small white flowers.

Molly couldn't help to feel a bit inferior.

Mary had named her one of her bridesmaids and she had chosen a light pink color for their dresses but of course, she didn't looked anything like Valentina.

The younger girl had definitely taken some freedoms on the dressing code. She was wearing a light pale pink, Greek styled dress, with no back and very thigh on her body. Her hair was arranged loosely into waves pulled to one side and she had definitely caught some looks on their way to the venue; those looks were quickly discouraged by Santiago's threatening looks whose hands hadn't left her waist for a second.

Why she couldn't have something like that?

It had been a month since the shooting and Sherlock hadn't kissed her but twice and never in public. Molly sighted as she contemplated a candle sadly.

Molly was sad.

"Molly is sad." Sherlock's brilliant mind registered as Molly contemplated a candle. "Maybe it is such unrealistic expectations about love that were planted on her childish mind by fairytales and movies when she was a little girl or maybe they are the constant questions of her family asking why she hadn't a child yet."

Sherlock continued scanning her and then he noticed just how beautiful she looked. Her strapless dress gave him a perfect size of those freckles on her back that he just loved. Her hair was styled into soft curls and her lips were on his favorite shade of pink. She was beautiful.

Sherlock's mouth pronounced the words before he could help it, "There won't be candles in our wedding. They are an unnecessary risk of fire and they occupy too much space…" Sherlock kept talking, ignoring Molly's shocked look. "There won't be a venue either. Maybe a discrete ceremony with just us and Mr. Hudson."

"Sherlock? What are you saying?" Molly's voice was shaking and her eyes filled with tears.

"Nothing…. I mean, I believe there's a procedure." Sherlock explained awkwardly as he took the candle form her hands and began examining it with concentration. "I have to fulfill other practical details as for example the purchase of the ring and I believe that you would like to dress up for the occasion, preferably on white…"

Sherlock's monologue was cut by Molly's lips crashing on his. He was taken back at the beginning but after inhaling her essence, he lost all sense of reason and responded passionately to the kiss. Molly's tears reached the corner of her lips and instinctively, Sherlock liked off one. Molly giggled and continued the kiss, sitting on her legs for better access to his mouth.

The kiss was interrupted by a discrete cough.

"Ejemm….excuse me." A very ashamed John Watson faced the couple. "I believe Mrs. Hudson is scolding you from her table, Sherlock."

Sherlock gave a quick glance to Mrs. Hudson, who was looking at him angrily as he chatted with Valentina's mom. Sherlock gave her an apologizing nod without moving his hand from Molly's waist.

"It's time for the speeches. You know, usually the best man gives a speech. To respect Marys sanity, please follow this script." John handed Sherlock a little paper.

Sherlock grinned as he read the paper. "Well jJohn, I would feel offended by your lack of trust but I take for granted that you will give me the freedom to write your speech on my wedding."

John started laughing but after noticing the tears and smile on Molly's face, he stopped "Holly shit!" After managing his surprise, he pulled molly and Sherlock for a hug, "Congratulations on you both! Damn it, I lost the bet. I'll have to pay Lestrade."

"Too bad he couldn't make it. His new job as chief supervisor of the whole unit must be exhausting." Valentina interrupted the conversation, holding a glass of wine.

"Aren't you too young for that? Mycroft's habits are starting to stick on you as I see" Sherlock asked, but then added "Have you heard the news, I'm getting marr…"

"Yes, I'll admit I'm a bit disappointed on you detective."Valentina smiled and looked at Molly "But I'll accept it if I get to be the maid of honor."

"Got it." Molly agreed and then released Sherlock and gently pushed him off his seat. "You've got a speech to give."

Everyone chuckled at Sherlock's pleading look.

We'll do it all

Everything

On our own

We don't need Anything

Or anyone….

The music was calmed and nice and the couples spin slowly following the rhythm. Over the corner of her eye Molly caught a glimpse of Santiago and Valentina making out. John and Mary were dancing too, looking at each other with love written all over their faces.

"You shouldn't stare Molly, is not polite." Sherlock interrupted her observations with a grin. He probably already had scanned and deduced every detail on the room. Molly smiled. Never in a million years she thought she would have been sharing a dance with Sherlock.

"You know, I've never told you what my last words would had been." Molly admitted as Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

If I lay here. If I just lay here. Would you lie with me,

And just forget the world?
I don't quite know

How to say

How I feel

Those three words

Are said too much

They're not enough

The lyric seemed to fit her words exactly as she started speaking. "I would have tell you that I love you. I love you for all that you are: brilliant, handsome, strong and determined; but specially for everything you're not. I would have told you I love the fact that you make me strong." Molly finished the words just before a tear escaped her eye, one that he wiped gently.

His eyes were filled with emotion. Never had somebody cared so much for him. A part of him told him not to show his emotions; not to show his weaknesses.

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me, and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told.

Before we get too old.

Show me a garden.

That's bursting into life

He told that part of himself to fuck itself. "Molly Hooper. Before I met you I wasn't complete. I use to think that love was a weakness but I was greatly mistaken. Your love for example, has giving me the strength to make it through all what lies ahead. I love the fact that I don't have to pretend around you. I love that you need me so much. I love that…" Sherlock's voice faltered a little, "…that you're willing to give your life for me. I'd die happily for you."

Let's waste time

Chasing cars

Around our heads
I need your grace

To remind me

To find my own
If I lay here

If I just lay here,

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told

Before we get too old.

Show me a garden.

That's bursting into life
All that I am

All that I ever was

Is here in your perfect eyes

They're all I can see
I don't know where

Confused about how as well

Just know that these things

Will never change for us at all….

"Molly Hooper." Sherlock smiled and approached his face to hers. "I think I might be in love with you."

If I lay here, If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?