Sherlock, The Adorable Drunk (A "The Copper & The Bureaucrat" Story)
So the series is generally going to be Sally/Mycroft-centric, but I couldn't resist dropping this Sally & Sherlock friendship fic here. enjoy the fluff!
Sherlock, The Adorable Drunk - Sally attempts to rally Sherlock to go see his fiancee since he misses her and she misses him. But a drunken Sherlock is rather like a small child, and just as much of an adorable handful.
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Sally looked down at the drunken pile that was her boyfriend’s brother. It was his stag night, just like it was Molly’s hen night, but he’d been miserable without molly and Sally had volunteered to arrange a meeting between the two of them and pick the drunken sod up.
Silly git, she thought to herself with a smile as she knelt next to him. “Oi! Molly wants to see you,” she said, pushing him gently and hoping he’d sit up so she could maneuver him into the waiting car.
“Beautiful Sally, my favorite avenging angel,” he said when he opened his eyes. “Come to rescue me.”
She flushed slightly at Sherlock calling her beautiful, but mercifully he sat up, draping his long arms over his knees. “Can you stand up?”
“Mycroft is a lucky man, Sals. If I didn’t have Molly, you’d be my choice. Beautiful, smart, practical Sally.”
“You're drunk!” she said with a laugh, sitting down on the ground and looking at him. Sherlock would date her if she wasn’t with his brother? Not in a million years!
“Yes, I'm drunk. And you're beautiful. And tomorrow morning I'll be sober…but you'll still be beautiful.” He reached over and bopped her nose. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what, Sherlock?” she asked, giving up on getting him up until he said his peace and sitting on the ground across from him, criss-crossing her legs.
“You deserved better than how I treated you. You’re smart! And you’re a good listener, and a good friend to Molly. I treated you like shite. And you’re not mad anymore.”
“Well, I treated you like shite in return,” she said, tilting her head to study him. “But you grew up, Sherlock, and so did I. And we’re friends now.”
“Good friends?” he asked, looking as though he’d start crying if she disagreed with him.
“Very good friends. But I love Mycroft, and you love Molly. And you’re getting married to her! In three days!” She reached over and grasped his shoulders, one hand on each shoulder to steady him. “If I marry your brother, you can be my man of honor, and Molly can be his best woman.”
Now tears were edging Sherlock’s eyes. “You mean that?”
“I absolutely do. Or you can be the man of honor and the best man, and Molly can be the best woman and my matron of honor. You can switch sides in the middle of the ceremony. Spice things up.”
“Okay,” Sherlock said, beaming widely at her. “Do I have to wear a dress?”
“Only if you don’t outshine me,” she said, “Now, can you get up? Molly misses you, too. And she’d love to see you sappy and happy.”
“Okay,” he said. She let go of his shoulders and stood up, bracing herself before offering him a hand. Wobbly as he was walking he didn’t seem to feel ill or wobble too much, and soon enough they were at the car where Molly was waiting. “Home, Sally?”
“Yeah, I’ll take you both home,” Sally said with a soft smile as she saw Molly give her a grateful look in the rear view mirror. Say what you would about Sherlock, he was one adorable drunk.











