Drunk:

'You're drunk' he teased her.

'I'm drunk. Shushhhhhh' Tara shushed him and laughed.

'You're really drunk' he laughed.

'You're really drunk' she accused.

'Sure. Now let's get you home before you throw up on me' he said before holding her up.

'Okay' she exclaimed and threw her arms up.

He picked her up and made her sit on the passenger seat of his car.

'I am James Bond' she said throwing her arms out, blocking his view of the road.

He pushed her hand out of his face 'You've said a lot of stupid, weird things but that was horrifying' he told her.

'I am the star of every scene in my life' she explained.

'Great!'

'I am. My name literally means 'Star of the Eye''

'Yup. It does' He laughed.

'Hey, Sareen! Why are you doing this?'

'Because I am a really good gentleman. You're really drunk.'

'Not that stupid. This. Always taking care of me.'

'You're stupid and reckless, and I care about you. I love you' he said glancing at her before fixing his gaze back on the road

'I'm sorry. I took the bet.'

'You're always trying to prove yourself. That your better than everyone, better than every man in the room...'

'I have to' She cuts him off. 'I am always the only woman in the room. I have to be thrice as good as any man for them to even consider me as an equal.' She explained herself. He stopped the car and turned towards her.

'But you already are so much better than any of those men. Why go through the trouble?'

'I'm a dreamer, Sareen. I'm like a kite. I fly and fly, and you are my string. You hold me in place and don't let me get lost in the wind.'

'What happens if the string breaks?' he asked softly.

'Tell your stupid string maintenance department, to take good care of the string. The string can't break, it can't break, it can't break, it can't break, it can't break,...' She scolded hitting his chest.

'Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! The string won't break. I'll tell them.' he said stopping her.

'Promise you?' she slurred.

'You mean 'promise me'?' he chuckled.

'Yeah that. Do that'

'I promise you. I won't let you go. I'll always be there for you. Always.'

...

Grace and Tara walk on the street after work, talking about new recipes they could try to pull in new customers. Her phone rings. It was Mycroft. She ignores it and continues to talk to Grace. Grace stops, Tara stops to look at what happened. Mycroft was standing in front of them, leaning on his umbrella and his phone in his free hand.

He was upset she could see it in his eyes, yet she turns around and walks away.

'TARAAAA' he wasn't yelling, his voice was stern but it had a similar effect.

She stops in her tracks.

'I'll leave you both to talk things over' Grace says awkwardly.

Mycroft nods at her 'Thank you, Ms. Johnson. Thomas will take you wherever you'd like.' He points to the black car behind him.

'Thank you, Mr. Holmes' She gave a polite smile and left.

Mycroft waited till the car was gone and then spoke. 'Why are you avoiding me? I am really clueless here.' He said gritting his teeth, he was trying hard to control his anger. He had given her time but she had ignored all his calls and texts. He knew she had been crashing at Grace's for two weeks and had spoken to Mrs. Hudson about renting 221c Baker Street again.

'No, Mycroft. This doesn't seem right' she shakes her head.

'What?' he asked as calmly as possible.

'I don't think this will work out.' She told him without meeting his eyes.

'That's what I'm asking...what?' he raised his voice.

'OUR LIFE!' She yells back at him, finally facing him.

He sighed and asked again 'I don't understand, Tara'

'Have you ever watched a superhero movie? The main character being a superhero may bring happiness and comfort to the whole world. But it doesn't hold good for his wife or his parents for sure.' She tells him, her voice shakes as tears threaten to roll down her cheek.

'Are you scared?' he asked, surprised by her sudden change of mind. She seemed to handle it well that night.

'I can't afford to lose you too. When I saw that man bring a sword to your neck, all I could think was This is it, I am going to lose him too and there is nothing I can do about it. I thought I lost you. That I couldn't save you. I FROZE, MYCROFT.' She yelled 'I lost the love of my life once and it broke me. It took a lot of time for me to put the pieces back together. If I lose you too, I will shatter and there is no coming back from that' she cried 'In those seconds I... I couldn't even breathe, Mycroft... I still can't breathe when I think about what could've happened if I hadn't stepped in' her voice was shaking. Her whole body shook and her face was red from crying.

'Tara...Tara, don't cry' he tried to stop her, she was crying in the middle of the street and he didn't like making a scene. 'Okay, you come up with a solution' he offered desperately. 'Tell me what we can do about it. Tell me what I should do' he asked.

She thought about it for a minute and then nodded to herself.

'Don't be a government official, Mycroft. Quit your job. You're the smartest man I know, you could easily find something else to do.' He stared at her in shock. 'If you can't... just hail a cab for me. I'll leave right away'

He stared at her for a minute and then thought about it. He nodded to himself and then started walking away. He hailed a cab.

'Baker Street' he told the cab driver and motioned for her to get into the cab.

She was shocked that he was just going to let her leave. That was all she meant to him. The one year they had spent together meant nothing? She composed herself and walked to the cab. She glared at him before getting in. The cab drove away for a few meters and stopped. Tara got out of the cab and saw that Mycroft was still there. He stood with his back towards her, legs crossed and leaning on his umbrella. He was busy on his phone. She ran towards him, snatching the umbrella from his hand, she started hitting.

'How dare you try to get rid of me?' she scolded as she continued hitting him. Not too hard though. She could have done better but he was still hurting from what happened two weeks ago.

'I wasn't the one who left' he laughed as he ducked away from her attacks.

She stopped and glared at him with tears running down her cheeks. He straightened his suit and pulled her close. Removing the handkerchief out of his pocket, he wiped her face dry.

'Silly woman! I knew you would come back. The only difference is that I didn't expect you back so soon.' He laughed.

She scrunched her face and pushed him away. But he wasn't having any of it. He pulled her back.

'The extent to which I love you is the same as my job. It is a matter of great pride to serve one's country. You know that better than anyone. I will never lose you for my job or vice versa' he explained.

She shook her head in defeat. She hugged him tight and whispered into his chest 'You won't leave me, will you?'

'I will always be with you' he assured her.

'Promise?' she asked, looking up from his chest.

'I promise' he answered and kissed her forehead.

'You said you love me' she whispered into his chest. That was the first time Mycroft had admitted it out loud, in words.

'I did' he said, breaking the hug. He wiped her tears with his thumb and leaned down to kiss her. He swore to find whoever it was that had dared to attack his home. As of yet, he couldn't find anything. The three assassins had no identification on their body except for a signet ring that all three of them wore. The ring had a beautifully carved symbol of an eye made on it. As beautiful as it was it also had a hypodermic needle loaded with cyanide. It wasn't Tara's vicious blows that killed them. Surprisingly, none of their facial recognitions could be found on the MI6 database or archives. It was like they came out of thin air.

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