As per request my expansion on chapter 11 of 365 Another year of Mystrade.

If you didn't read it then that's okay, as it is in this one.

Be warned it is sad, and painful and will have two endings, one happy, one sad (cause I roll that way… ;) just like I did with "not good enough"

It was different - expansion

Chapter 1

Change.
People say change is good. That we should embrace it.
Greg first opinion about that is "fuck it." The only thing change has ever brought him was pain and suffering. There was some good but the bad outweighed that a lot more. Something like ten to one. He should ask Mycroft, he would make the sums. No wait... he can't. That's the problem. His relationship with Mycroft is over. He can always ask Sherlock.
"Aah hell no." He declared out loud before drinking the last bit of beer in the can.
Sherlock will extrapolate it like some specimen under a microscope and ruin his mood even further.
Three weeks ago everything was still good and wonderful, now it was different. Everything is different now.

The problem was that Mycroft didn't understand. Greg was the one to break up, not because of Mycroft's work, looks, and his financial status not the fact that he was way smarter and more sophisticated than Greg. It was because Greg loved him.
Yes.
Love him.
More than anything in the world.
So why did he break up with him?
Because of a little paper in his bedside table drawer. The results of a test. A medical test.

Those results mean that if he stays with Mycroft, their relationship will be ten times stronger, more emotional and it would break Mycroft when he wasn't there anymore. So in order to save the man he loves, he needed to walk away. He will live with the guilt; it's not much more of a life to live anyhow.
Six months maximum, if the paper was right, but then again the paper might be wrong and it could be more or less.
He could already feel the change in him, his body already alerting him to the change taking place inside.
Bloody hell, his hands is so shaking he can't pick up another can; probably just as well, it might rush to prognosis to sooner. He should get his crying to stop as well. Don't want to go with puffy eyes. Don't want to go period.

Mycroft was furious, he was angry, not at Greg but at himself, how dare he, after years and years and years open up and let a man in. He went back on his 'Caring is not an advantage' and what does he have to show for it? A broken heart. A heart aching and splitting open with every breath he takes. It was his own fault! He decided to fell for the brown eyes, to get swept away by the emotions and feelings of his heart and now he has nothing to show for it….well pain and heartache yes…

He hasn't even attempted to contact anyone in the past three weeks, it was not what he expected, and the worse was he didn't understand why Greg broke it off. He knew it wasn't about his job, because he tried to get them to go out for nearly three years now, and he was adamant that his schedule wouldn't be an issue, and Mycroft could see he wasn't. It wasn't his lifestyle, because Greg adapted quickly to that and he was confident not to let it get in the way. That only leaves that there was something wrong with Mycroft himself. Well as they would way, no use crying over spilled milk so he was just going to build his wall a little thicker, and a little stronger and make that ice extra cold and he would be fine. This was the last time, he promised himself that.

For a few weeks everything went well, or reasonably well, he knew he should tell people about his condition but he didn't. He knew that it won't change much, Sally would be sad and cry a few tears but he knew she would get through it, she'll become a detective, get lost in work and cases and every now and then would think of him, maybe in something he taught her, or a trick he showed once...but she would move on.

Mycroft would be angry, he was when Greg broke it off, angry and cold... he might realise that Greg broke it off on purpose but he would probably think that Greg didn't want to add to Mycroft's load. He had enough problems of his own.

John would wonder why Greg didn't come to him but he would know... he couldn't, not with a flatmate like Sherlock.

Sherlock well...he is not so sure about him, would he wonder why he didn't see it? Would he care at all? The man who gave him cases would be gone; the man who broke his brother's heart would be dead. Regardless of what he says or feels Sherlock cared about his brother and knew that what Greg did was unforgivable. It was mean. Trying to get Mycroft to go out with him for nearly three years, only to start a relationship and break it off, a few months later.

All these thoughts run through his mind as he sat at his desk. He was tired, he should go home, it's been three weeks since the diagnosis and he had a feeling the doctor was optimistic with six months, he is already struggling to make it a day through work, without the desire to sit down and take a nap.

He lifted the pen but it fell out of his hands, his blood circulation was seriously affected, his fingers were numb and cold. Bringing his hands together in an intertwined fist he placed it on his lap, trying to rub some heat back in on his thighs.

He would need to get his affairs in order; he hasn't even started to do it. It would be the responsible thing to do, he should've started the moment he found out, but no…he waited.

The thing is, he knew exactly what he was waiting for, some kind of hope that won't come. Not to him. In movies yeah…real life…with an old grey copper and over fifty…well…he should just face it and move on.

Making his mind up he switched off his computer and packed up, he will go today, start making the arrangements, set up his last Will and hell pick out his coffin while he is at it.

As Greg left the Yard he bumped into Sherlock and John. They didn't look to happy to see him. Greg knew by now that they found out he had broken up with Mycroft. He tried to mentally prepare himself for the inevitable insults and he wasn't disappointed.

"I always thought that my brother would be the one to end this little dalliance...after all you struggled for months to get together and hardly an eye blink and you had enough. Tell me we're you just born that stupid or is it a new year's resolution?" Greg stared at Sherlock, he wanted to yell at him, scream at him, and ask him if he will even miss him when he is gone but he didn't. For some reason when he realised he didn't had much time left his anger disappeared, all for the tumour, he was quite angry about that.

He sighed.

"I'm sorry Sherlock."

"Sorry?...you do realise you're the first person in nearly fifteen years he allowed close to him and then you end it without any explanation or reason and the only thing you can say is sorry?"

John watched the interaction without saying anything. Greg didn't expect him to, John never liked Mycroft and he and Greg has never been close buddies.

"Yes. I know you think..." Greg stopped speaking as he all of a sudden feels weird. It was as is if his brain couldn't find the words he was looking for, what was he saying? He blinked and looks at Sherlock.

"...the case is weak..." He frowned, that wasn't what he wanted to say...he looked away, what was he going to say? He couldn't focus on that as Sherlock snorted.

"Are you drunk? Stupid and drunk...typical." Sherlock commented and pushed past Greg to continue walking. Greg fell back against the wall, the frown still on his face. What did he want to say? Why is he standing out here in the street? He closed his eyes. He was tired and cold and had a pounding headache; he really hopes he isn't coming down with a cold…

He kept standing there for several minutes, why was he outside again? He head was pounding…he should go home get some rest. Yeah…that is what he will do.

He got home and promised himself he would take a nap just for one moment. Before he lay down he took some painkillers for his headache. The moment he laid down on the sofa he fell asleep immediately.