This is it the home stretch. I really have enjoyed writing this story and I hope you've loved reading it. I'm uploading this in Archive of our own, so if you want to experience it again you can. I really hope this is a good ending. Also I'm sorry it took so long to come out (kinda like Mycroft...I'm so punny) I just wanted to make it perfect. ENJOY
It was a nice sunny Tuesday. That's all. Mycroft was sitting on the porch of his family's estate. Mycroft was in the country and he could smell the aromatic flowers. He could feel the wind in his short grey hair. He could hear the squeaking of the bench below him if he moved even slightly. It was calming. It had taken him a lot to get here. To much some might say.
"Excuse me, are you Mycroft Holmes" asked a woman. Mycroft paused and lowered his newspaper. There he saw a woman standing a few feet from him. He studied her. Dark brown hair, simply put up in a bun so as not to get in the way. Small half an inch heels, classy enough for work, but sensible enough not to be ridiculous. Her eyes, a caramel shade of brown which was suggestive of nothing...they where just pretty. It was strange looking at her, she was almost...attractive.
Little had he known that that woman would have been his downfall, the reason for a large portion of misery in his life. Contrary to popular belief he had loved her. He loved her as much as he could. She was the mother of his children and his wife, it's hard to not love her. Shame she was a fraud. They might have been perfect in another life.
"Watcha thinkin 'bout My" asked the man to his left. Mycroft was snapped out of his thoughts. The man grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers.
"You've got a serious face on" Gregory said.
"I'm a serious person" Mycroft responded. Gregory smiled at that and it lit up Mycroft's world.
"Well you've got a more serious than usual face on" Gregory joked. Mycroft got held on tighter to Greg's hand.
"I'm just thinking how lucky I am to have you" Mycroft said. Gregory gave him an understanding smile and rested his head on Mycroft's shoulder. They were very fortunate to have one another. They don't talk about Adelaide much anymore. Greg will never tell Mycroft that he still thinks Adeliade's a prepubescent slut, and Mycroft was in no rush to tell him he almost jumped for Joy when he heard Greg's wife had cheated on him. Those things where behind them.
"Do you ever wonder what happened to Adelaide" Gregory asked. Mycroft noticeably stiffened and Gregory pulled away from him.
"I'm sorry if it's a bad subject My" Greg apologized as he traced little circles on Mycroft's hand with his hand.
"No it's fine Gregory. To be honest I do wonder sometimes where she is. Benedict and Demetrius deserve to see her once in a while". Mycroft said. His sons had taken the divorce better than a lot of children would have. They accepted it fully and they where glad to get rid of their mother. Mycroft and Greg raised all their kids after that, together.
"Yeah, you haven't even seen her since the divorce" Greg said. That wasn't true, but again those things didn't need to be talked about.
*Knock Knock Knock*
"Sherlock for the last time yes you do have to walk down the aisle, and yes you have to stand next to me your the best man for heave-"
"Hello. Mycroft" said Adelaide. Mycroft had not expected her to be here. He was getting married to Gregory in less than an hour and his ex-wife was in his dressing room.
"Adelaide". Mycroft asked.
"I'm here to ask you a question Mycroft" she said. Mycroft was to stunned to say anything. It had been 6 years since she had left. Six year since she has abandoned her children. She has the nerve to ask a question.
"You can ask questions when you give our sons some answers" he said as he made sure his white tuxedo was perfect.
"I don't want to speak to them I want to talk to you" she insisted.
"What is so damn important then". Mycroft said as he grew frustrated with his tie.
"I wanted to ask you...if you would forgive me" she asked. Mycroft stopped in his tracks.
"You can't be serious" he said I her.
"Mycroft, forgive me please...let's leave that buffoon at the alter and we can start over. No kids, no secrets, just us" Adelaide said as she grabbed Mycroft's arm.
"Are you INSAne" Mycroft started to yell then remember that walls are thin.
"I love you Mycroft, and I was a fool to ever let you go" she said.
"No, your a fool to have let our family go. Our children are important Adelaide, they aren't something we can avoid" he said.
"If we leave right now we can catch a cruise to America. We could get a job in their government. Benedict, Demetrius and, Lestrade would never know" she begged. Mycroft shook Adelaide off his arm.
"I will not abandon my family. I'm not you" he said. Mycroft picked up his tie and started to make his way towards the door.
"I will return in 10 mintues. You have a choice. Either find Benedict and Demetrius and apologize for abandoning them, or you leave to never come back into our lives again" he said.
"I can't do that Mycroft. I can't face them" she said with tears running down her face. Mycroft turned around and looked her straight in her eyes. Those caramel eyes that he knows Benedict curses himself for having because they belong to his mother.
"Then get out"
"She is far behind us, I'm sure of it" Mycroft ensured Gregory and himself. Mycroft had watched as Adelaide walked out of their lives for the last time. The rest of the wedding had gone smoothly. Sherlock had walked him down the aisle, Mycroft had blushed in front of the entire crowd after Gregory had said he looked delicious in his white suit, Benedict made everyone cry when he spoke during the ceremony, and everyone clapped when they where pronounced husband and husband. He had never regretted it, any of it. It had been a while since he had thought of Adelaide. She missed out. Benedict and Demetrius had turned out pretty good considering they where Holmes boys. Benedict was a government lawyer and he had two little boys with a delightful lady. Same for Demetrius expect his wife was less desirable, but you can't expect much from a Moriarty especially when she's the dumb sister. Adelaide missed everything. She missed Benedict's first steps, Demetrius' wedding, even the birth of her first grandchild. Her loss. Mycroft and Gregory had been their for all of it. The bad times and the good. They had lasted. It might be true that he and Adelaide might be together in another life, but. Mycroft would bet his life that he would be shacking up with Gregory on the side. He had given up everything for him and he'd do it all over again in a heart beat. The sad love story of Mycroft Holmes has led him to Gregory and he was ever so grateful. He loved Gregory Julian Lestrade-Holmes with all of his heart and he always would.
Hello Owlets. Well we have come to the end of The Sad Love Story of Mycroft Holmes. I really enjoyed writing this and it has been extremely gratifying to hear that you all love this story as much as I do. I would really appreciate if you would recommend this story to others and keep it alive. I love you all even if you might be a pedofile which I don't think any of you are ( unless your name is Peter File then it kinda sounds like you are). Any who I hope you enjoyed, please leave a nice comment, and as always THANKS FOR READING.