Disclaimer: Last one, yay! I DON"T OWN THESE CHARACTERS

Here we are... At the end. 25 freaking chapters. Thanks for all the support. I love you all.

Chapter 25

Tonight had been practically perfect, John thought, as he sat, holding the hand of his new wife and surrounded by some of his best friends. Only Sherlock and Molly were missing, off at another table talking. Sherlock had seemed out of sorts earlier, and he hoped that whatever it was that was bothering him wasn't being taken out on Molly. He looked up to see how the two of them were getting on, and an impossibly large grin exploded onto his face.

"Alright everybody, pay up." The rest of the table looked at him, at first confused, but then they caught his meaning and immediately shifted their attention to the detective and his pathologist. Each turned back with apparent shock on their faces, but one by one, a smile crept onto everyone's lips.

Then a pile of bills were being pushed over in John's direction from each person at the table. He gathered them up happily, hoping that they would come in handy for the honeymoon.

Lestrade grumbled a bit as he pushed his share at John. "That's not really fair, Watson. You took the first pick, and weddings are inherently romantic. Besides, I already got you a gift."

Mary laughed as she quipped, "Oh lighten up, Greg. You're just upset because you didn't think they would even make it out of the hospital last month. You weren't even close."

Mrs. Hudson smiled in agreement. "To be fair, none of us but John actually thought it would take this long. If you recall, Mary, you had them at a few days after the first night she stayed at Baker Street."

They all laughed at this, the copious amounts of champagne they'd had throughout the night making everything just a bit funnier. Lestrade looked over at the other table again. "My God, they haven't even come up for air yet."

The laughter grew louder, growing to a point that it was finally noticeable to the kissing couple. Molly pulled away, embarrassed, but Sherlock refused to be phased. He grabbed her hand and together they walked over to the other table and joined the group, everyone laughing and celebrating for them as well as the newlyweds.

John couldn't stop the grin on his face. Now, everything really was perfect.

Eventually everyone left. Mary had insisted on staying until every person had gone, and so eventually it was just the two of them, slow dancing in a silent room. John couldn't believe how lucky he was. They swayed back and forth in the silence, focusing only on each other. In that moment, John felt unstoppable.

They arrived at the hotel late, but they both knew that their night wasn't quite over yet. John fumbled in his pocket to pull out the room keys, but couldn't find them anywhere.

Just then, his phone buzzed with a text. John swore as he read it, and then passed it to his wife, whose eyes grew wide as a bemused smile crossed her lips. They turned and walked back toward the lift, unable to quite believe what they had just read.

Molly asked me to share our congratulations. Also, we ought to thank you for the room. -SH

The End

Well there you have it! I seriously can't believe the overwhelming support that this story has gotten. I honestly did not expect it, and I am ever so grateful. Now for a few things to take care of...

First. Thank you to everyone who reviewed. It really does help me to know what you guys are thinking about when you read, and helps me see what I can do to become a better writer.

Second. Thank you to everybody who followed or favorited this story. Its weird, but I just get so excited whenever I see those numbers go up. I think part of it has to do with the fact that I have absolutely no one to fangirl to in my actual friends and family, except one person, who is avidly against Sherlolly. so seeing that other people ship it and love the things that I love... it just makes my day.

Third. Now on to the not so fun news. A lot of you have contacted me about writing a sequel to this fic. Believe me, I would absolutely love to do that, but there are complications.

You see, in 5 days, I am moving to Argentina (complete other side of the world for me) to do humanitarian work for somewhere between a year and 18 months. It is an absolutely amazing opportunity that I have been given, but unfortunately it does not include internet access (I know, I am freaking out). SO as much as I would love to write a sequel, you guys wouldn't get it for at least a year, probably more, because I wouldn't be able to update hardly ever. Would it be worth it? I don't know... drop me a review or a PM and let me know.

I will definitely be back as soon as I can, because I adore writing on here. Sherlolly is my obsession, so you can definitely expect more of that later, regardless of what happens in Season 3. Unfortunately I was introduced to the wonderful world of fanfiction just a little too late.

Forth. Finally... Until I leave, I will be doing oneshots every day, possibly multiple a day. PM me a prompt if you have any desires... I would love to do as many as possible before I go.

Thanks for reading this incredibly long end note. I really do love you all so very much.

Love, Gennie