Everyone was caught up in a wedding whirl, flowers were placed, chairs shuffled and people positioned. Then the ceremony flew buy as people cried, photos were taken and confetti thrown.

The wedding party had gathered in the downstairs lobby and Merlin was eagerly introducing his brothers to his new husband. "Arthur I still can't believe you managed to find them."

"Neither can I, how did you manage to discover our contact information when I used every possible resource to distance Merlin form us?" Asked an expressionless Mycroft.

"Um, well, it was Lance who found the guy. I was abroad getting shot at when he sent me a letter giving me the details of a guy who 'has all the numbers'. I contacted him and he helped me, seemed like a nice chap didn't even ask for anything in return when I explained about Merlin."

Sherlock and Mycroft both woe grim expressions contrasting to the smiles of the newlyweds.

"And by any chance was his name Jim Moriarty?"

"Ye, how did you…Oh right Merlin said you guys were just as clever as him." The couple had become lost in each others eyes, oblivious to Mycroft's panicked texting and Sherlock's blank expression as he retreated into his mind palace.