This chapter is full of DRAMA! I can't wait for you guys to see how the events unfold from here. What do you all think Sherlock should do to make it up to Céline?
Céline sat still in her living room. The 10 minutes Mycroft told her it would take him to get there felt like 10 years. Her hands were violently shaking and her mind was racing. He knew. This entire time he knew. She thickly swallowed, thinking of how close they had become. It made her feel disgusted and gross. The sound of a key in the door broke her train of thought and she perked up, her eyes slightly widening. Mycroft entered the apartment. He didn't look at her and shut the door behind him. After shutting the door he slowly made his way to her and knelt in front of her, taking her hands in his.
"Céline, before you say anything…" Mycroft began, keeping his gaze away from hers.
"You knew." Céline cut him off, her voice cracking. She was trying to stay strong in the moment but the hurt was cutting deeper than she thought it ever could. Mycroft didn't say anything, he kept his gaze on the floor. His grip on her hands tightened. Céline watched him, waiting for a reply. "Look at me." She growled, Mycroft's eyes slowly raised to hers, he swallowed before speaking.
"I knew," Mycroft admitted. For one of the first times in his life, he was remorseful. He realized how deep his feelings for Céline were in this moment when he knew he would lose her. They stared into each other's eyes. Céline shook her head, her eyes full of betrayal. Before she could say anything tears began to welt in Mycroft's eyes. It caught her off guard and she was speechless.
"Céline…I'm sorry." Mycroft managed to ask, once again breaking their eye contact. He felt extremely overwhelmed with emotion and uncomfortable.
"Why?" Céline snapped back, grabbing his face and turning it back to look at her. "Tell me why." Mycroft felt under pressure. His mind began to race, he was trying to figure out a way out of the situation. Before he came to a solution Céline clutched his hand. "Tell me why!?" She demanded, shouting.
"I wanted you to myself," Mycroft replied without a beat. Céline stared at him in shock at the statement. Mycroft let go of her hand and stood, turning away from her. "He never knew how to treat you and with him gone I could finally take care of you. I've never felt this way about anyone." Céline felt tears filling her eyes once more. This situation was all too much for her, her heart was ripped in two and her trust was betrayed. She couldn't find words to tell him. Mycroft turned to her and she saw that tears had fallen down his cheeks.
"How long have you felt like this?" Céline asked, a part of her wanting his affection back after the months of romance.
"How long?" Mycroft repeated to himself, thinking. "Let me think. I very seriously began to feel this way about you during the Irene Adler nuisance." Mycroft answered. Céline thought about it for a long moment and felt herself tear up again. She covered her face and shook her head. Her feelings muddied by the two men, Sherlock and Mycroft. Mycroft sat beside her. "Céline?"
"God damn you Mycroft," Céline shouted, pushing him away as she cried into her hand. "You and him."
"Céline, I'm sorry," Mycroft begged, getting down to kneel in front of her again. He removed her hand from her face and tilted her chin down to look at him. Céline watched his face for a long moment until Mycroft closed the space between the two of them, kissing her. Céline was taken aback but she felt her eyes flutter shut for a moment, kissing back, before she decided that she couldn't let him do this to her. She pulled away from him and they both sat close for a moment. "I'm sorry," Mycroft repeated, his heart beating fast in his chest. Desperate for her forgiveness. Céline swallowed her tears and stood, going to the front door. She opened it.
"Get out." She snapped, hiding how weak she felt.
"Céline…" Mycroft began.
"Get out," Céline repeated, her eyes fixed onto the floor. Mycroft nodded and stood, leaving. When he got to the street corner he closed his eyes and thought of the brief moment she returned his kiss. He was angry with himself and deeply upset at the consequences of his actions for one of the first times in his life. Back in her apartment Céline slid to the floor, her back against the front door. She put her face in her hands and sat with her thoughts. She didn't want to see either of them ever again.