One Year Later

No One's POV

The orchestra could be heard playing in the background as Nora put on the finishing touches to her make-up and checked her reflection, smoothing down her dress in the mirror in an unconscious gesture, nervousness getting the best of her despite the fact she had nothing to be nervous about.

"My brother is beginning to wonder if you are going to leave him at the alter, Nora." Sherlock knocks on the door.

"He said that?" Nora questions, looking skeptical.

"In not so many words… I deduced it… He is quite nervous, however. I told him it was ridiculous. You two are already married. This is just an exchange of vows." Sherlock answers plainly.

"Well, emotions are funny like that, Sherlock." Nora answers, smiling a little at the younger Holmes brother. "I can't say I'm not a little nervous too. We never got a real wedding."

"My brother loves you." Sherlock offers, seeming a bit awkward by the topic at hand, but at least making an effort to be somewhat assuring; he did happen to like his brother's wife, despite his often tense and awkward relationship with his elder brother. "More than I think- thought he could love anyone." He amends the last statement; it was clear he was proven wrong about the topic of sentiment and love when it was in regards to his brother.

"Thank you, Sherlock." Nora walks up to the younger Holmes, gently placing her hand on his shoulder, touched by the sentiment Sherlock had offered. "You know, he loves you too."

"Nora?" Will knocks, head peeking in. "You ready to go?"

"I'm ready." Nora answers, pulling back from Sherlock and giving Sherlock an out from the sentimental conversation. "Wait… Really? I mean, really, Will? A gun. You have a gun around my one-year old?"

"It's got a safety on!" Will defends, gesturing to the gun while holding Amelia on his hip.

Nora simply sighs.

"This is what I get for having a bunch of secret agents for friends."

"No, this is what you get for marrying my brother." Sherlock quips with a smirk, correcting Nora.

"Yes. Agreed. Now, come on. Time to get you down the aisle. Unless you have second thoughts. In which case, Adam has a getaway car ready." Will jokes.

"Oh, come on. Let's go before Mycroft sends someone to retrieve me." Nora half jokes and rolls her eyes at her best friend.

Westminster Abbey was decorated eloquently with white roses, candles twinkling in the aisle, and petals scattered down the church aisle, as the piano music and violin of John Legend's All of Me began softly in the background, Nora and Will appearing at the entrance of the sanctuary, all the guests rising in unison.

'Cause all of me,
Loves all of you.
Love your curves and all your edges,
All your perfect imperfections.
Give your all to me,
I'll give my all to you.
You're my end and my beginning,
Even when I lose I'm winning.

"Not too late to run." Will leans in to whisper.

Nora merely smiles and laughs softly, nudging her best friend with an elbow.

You're my downfall, you're my muse,
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues.
I can't stop singing, it's ringing,

In my head for you.

"Well… Time to become Mrs. Holmes… Again." Will breathes as they step forward together.

The rose archway and large embossed 'H' on the runner greet them as they pass through the doorway of the sanctuary, the piano music rising in volume, the rest of the wedding party already at the front, Mycroft looking especially handsome in his pristine suit.

'Cause all of me,
Loves all of you.
Love your curves and all your edges,
All your perfect imperfections.
Give your all to me,
I'll give my all to you.
You're my end and my beginning,
Even when I lose I'm winning.

I give you all of me,
And you give me all of you.

"We stand here in this hollow and sacred place to witness Nora and Mycroft renew their vows and love for one another… Now, both have written their own vows for one another." The priest says. "Let us proceed."

"In my life, my past, I have never desired marriage. Or love. For I am not a sentimental man. To me, marriage is merely the binding of two people under the law… An obligation. Or, a foolish, romantic sentiment for those who have little to lose and little to gain..." Mycroft began with what would seem like little sentiment. "But the years spent with you, Nora, have given me more than I could possible describe or tell you. You have shown me what love is. I vow to protect you, I vow to provide for you, and most of all, I vow to love you for the rest of our lives. For you are the heart inside me that I never knew I had and you have given me the greatest gifts in the world." Mycroft finally finishes, it clear he put a lot of thought and sentiment into his vows to Nora.

"As a young girl, I dreamed of the perfect wedding and the perfect love story… Of a fairy tale knight and a white horse that would sweep me away… But since then, I have learned that love isn't something that grows in a day or happens simply because I wanted it to. It's something that takes hard work. From the first day to the last day, and every day in between. On the good days I want to kiss you, and on the bad on the days I want to murder you and bury the body somewhere... Our story did not start out as a love story... And yet, in the end it's the only one I ever want to tell our daughter. Because love is not a fairy tale, it's a journey, it's an adventure, and it's ours. And I vow to always be at your side to take what comes. Whatever it may be." Nora returns Mycroft's vows with her own.

"Now, by the power of God and the State, I pronounce you husband and wife." The priest states. "You may kiss the bride."

"Hello, Mr. Holmes." Nora's eyes glitter with playfulness as the guests clap.

"Hello, Mrs. Holmes." Mycroft smiles slightly at his wife, a gentle and soft smile, reserved only for her as he carefully cups her face to kiss her, before finally sweeping her up into her arms and walking down the aisle.

Special thanks to Fanficqueen306 for helping me with the wedding vows! Once again, you're awesome!

I also can't believe I'm finished with this story! What a journey! It's the shortest story I've ever written... That's gotta be a record!

On another note... I've been getting zero reviews... On ANY of my stories. Honestly guys, that's depressing. It really is. It gives me zero inspiration or encouragement to want to write or update... Please review! It's as both a reader and author, it's very discouraging for the author, but I know readers are lazy... I've been there, done that, got the t-shirt. However, it really doesn't take much time to drop a small line...

Anyways, I'd like to thank my readers anyways. Because I know you are out there.

Polkadottedgiraffe11

All of You ~ John Legend