A/N: Thanks so much for those of you who have followed, reviewed, etc. I love reviews so...please do that! Okay, thanks. This one is about Mary, if you couldn't tell from the title. And there will be much sadness and many feels. Because...Mary. So enjoy that. And sorry for any Americanisms I make because I'm not British.

Okay...sit back, relax, and enjoy the show...

John dangled his feet off Sherlock's bed, urging him to get out of bed. Sherlock groaned and mumbled, "I'm tired. Leave me alone." John knew Sherlock wasn't a morning person, but it was 1:00 in the afternoon...past morning.

"Sherlock, come on," John teased, playfully rustling Sherlock's dark, curly hair. He could tell his lover was in a bad mood, as it was later than usual and Sherlock was being ever so stubborn.

"If I get out of bed, you have to promise me something," Sherlock explained. "I want to talk to Mary." John shuddered at the sound of his ex-girlfriend's name. "We can't go on longer keeping it a secret. The longer we hide it, the angrier she'll be."

"That's not true, if we don't tell her how long we've been together," John reasoned. He giggled as he brushed his nose against the man in bed.

"Mrs. Hudson and her will get different information, and they've stayed friends even after you and Mary broke up. It just won't work."

"So we give Mary the same information we gave Mrs. Hudson," John explained. He realized Sherlock's reasoning. "But if she finds out how long we've been together without her knowing, even if it's a lie..."

"...she'll be angry," Sherlock said, finishing John's sentence. "That's the only way I'm getting out of bed. If today we talk to Mary." John rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's stubbornness, but agreed to the offer.

"Now get out of bed, you bum."

After having gotten ready (John was dressed in a creme colored fuzzy sweater, Sherlock in a blue button-down and black jeans), the pair ate breakfast and rushed out the door. Sherlock hailed a cab and they were on their way, Sherlock eager and John reluctant. They got to Mary's house in silence and rapped at the door. Mary opened the door and grimaced at the appearance of her ex-boyfriend.

"What are you doing here?" she snapped.

"Good afternoon to you, too," John answered sarcastically.

"We're here because we'd like to speak to you about some recent things that have happened in me and John's lives," Sherlock explained with a serious, formal tone.

"Post it on your Facebook walls, because I don't want to hear about it," Mary snarled.

"Come on, Mary, be cooperative," John added angrily. Sherlock shook his head fiercely at John, a cue to be quiet and let him handle it.

"It's not something we can really post on our Facebooks. May we come in? It will be short," Sherlock said. Mary nodded and led them into her home. John shuddered when he crossed the threshold, memories of the rocky relationship that had taken place there flooding back. They sat down in the living room.

"So...what did you want to tell me?" Mary asked.

" A little while after you and John broke up, John and I developed a relationship that wasn't purely platonic," Sherlock spoke eloquently, reciting a speech he had been working on in the cab. "Because John was expressing romantic and sexual interest in me, and I was returning it, we felt the need to tell you. We hope you won't be mad," Sherlock added. Mary looked a tad angry, a tad sad, but mostly calm.

"All the times John told people he wasn't gay..." she said simply, laughing sadly. "I'm happy for you guys. I think everyone saw it coming," she joked.

"By the way, I'm not gay. I guess I'm bisexual," John explained. "It doesn't really matter, I don't think. Love is love. And I'm in love with Sherlock." Mary smiled.

"As long as you're happy, and Sherlock's happy, and I'm not a part of it, it doesn't matter to me," Mary said confidently. "Well, is that all you wanted to tell me?" The two men nodded. "Then leave." Sherlock and John stood.

"Thank you for being so understanding," John said.

"Just get out of my house," Mary requested, standing and walking to her computer boredly. They walked to the door when Mary mumbled something from the other room.

"What's that?" Sherlock asked.

"I wanted to know if John ever loved me," Mary said. Taken aback by Mary's straightforward question, John strolled into the living room.

"I think I did," John answered. "I love Sherlock now, and I did want to be with you but I've discovered that I want to be with Sherlock now. That's love for you, Mary, so deal with it. I don't love you anymore and that's that." His tone was harsher than he meant.

Mary shook her head, tears dripping onto her keyboard. She hadn't expected it to hurt her that much, or that she would feel so heavy and sad after having heard it. She had known that John didn't love her anymore, but she had never accepted it.

John rushed to her side, embracing her in a platonic hug. "I'm sorry, Mary. I'm sorry. I know. It hurts so bad." Mary nodded, letting her tears spill onto John's back. Sherlock watched from the door, not wanting to interrupt the moment.

"I didn't expect this to happen...I'm-I'm sorry," Mary breathed over his shoulder.

"Don't be sorry. I shouldn't've been so mean." Mary pulled away, patting John's shoulder and returning to her work.

"You need to get going," she said. The two men left her at her computer, wiping her tears.

"We told Mary, Mrs Hudson," John said, easing into a fluffy couch and looking up at Mrs. Hudson, who stood with her tea in one hand.

"Really? Oh, good for you." John nodded.

"It was hard. Mary was...sad."

"Yeah, but when she gets over it we get to talk about you two!" She giggled and hurried down the steps. John realized this implication.

"Aw shit."

A/N: Dem feels doe.

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