A month later, it was one year since Sherlock's death. Mycroft agreed to join me and John in going to Sherlock's grave. I was still worried about him. Yeah, he was using his umbrella as he usually does (aka. not as a walking stick), but he was still a bit bad on his legs and he was still prone to moments of sensitivity or zoning out. Anyway, we met John at the cemetery gates, before walking to the grave in silence. The three of us stood in front of it, John and I with our heads down, Mycroft with one leg crossed over the other and gazing into the distance.

"I should be going," John said. "I've got things to do. I'll see you at Angelo's tonight."

I nodded in agreement, and John patted Sherlock's grave, before leaving. I turned to face Mycroft.

"I promised Mrs Hudson I'd bring her here," I told him. "Will you be alright?"

Mycroft was silent for a while, before looking at me.

"It's been one month, Jennifer," he sharply replied, before looking away. "Of course I will."

I held my hands up in surrender, before walking away. Quickly, Mycroft caught up with me. Gently and quickly, he pecked a kiss to my lips. When he pulled away, he held his hand to my cheek.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I'll see you later?"

Taking the hand he held my cheek with in my own, I leaned up and pressed a short, soft kiss to Mycroft's lips.

"Of course you will." I replied, quickly hugging him, before running off to find a taxi.

Later on, Mrs Hudson and I were standing in front of Sherlock's grave. Mycroft had obviously left earlier.

"How's John?" Mrs Hudson asked.

"John? He's good," I told her. "He's moved on."

"What about Mycroft?" she asked.

"He's a lot better than he was when I last saw you." I replied.

"And how are you getting on?" Mrs Hudson asked.

"I'm alive. I'm happy." I assured her.

Mrs Hudson smiled and squeezed my hand.

"Make sure you stay that way, love." she advised.

Mycroft and I were on the sofa. Mycroft was sat working on his laptop. I was curled up and leaning onto his shoulder with my eyes closed, listening to him type. The sound stopped, and he put his laptop on the coffee table, before putting an arm around me. Snuggling closer to him, I wrapped my arms around Mycroft's torso. I felt his breath against my head, and I opened my eyes to look up. Mycroft had rested his head on mine and his eyes were closed. Smiling, I closed my eyes again, and drifted into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, I woke up in bed with Mycroft next to me. He was watching over me.

"Good morning." he said.

"Good morning," I replied. "Mycroft..?"

"You fell asleep downstairs," Mycroft told me. "So I brought you up here."

Smiling, I kissed his cheek. He smiled back.

"You shouldn't have." I told him, meaning it.

"I was more than capable." he told me, dismissing my concern.

He smoothed some of my blonde, slightly wavy hair behind my ear, before kissing me. Kissing back, I stroked my hands over Mycroft's dark auburn hair, before my hands settled around his neck. Mycroft wrapped his arms around me, and placed his hands on my back. I pulled my lips away from his.

"Come on," I said. "Let's go get breakfast."

A/N:

Sorry for the lack of updates on this, but I did write a special for Mark Gatiss' 50th birthday and did write my first character x character story (Molly and Lestrade), so check those out (they're on my profile).

Also, this chapter's fluffier than the past couple, so that compensates!

~Ellis~