Author's Note: I'm not sure where I came up with this chapter, I just wanted to write, it's just a rambling. I didn't want to write about the wedding, so I apologize if this is just rubbish.

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"You're leaving again?"

"I have to, love, you know that. I have work to take care of."

"That wasn't my question."

"Yes, I'm leaving again."

"You were just gone though, Mycroft, surely they don't need you that much, Mycroft." Adele said, watching Mycroft pack his things once more. The wedding had been over 6 months ago and things had been going well, they were almost done with university, Mycroft's internship was going well and Adele was looking for a job when she wasn't student teaching. However, recently, Mycroft's internship had become a lot more demanding, keeping him away for days at a time, much to Adele's dismay.

Adele sighed and stood up, she had thought things would get better once they had gotten married, that they would be even more a couple then they were now, they'd start planning a future, they'd start looking at proper houses in the country and settle down, but it wasn't. Not at all.

"Come on, Addie, it's not that bad." Mycroft said, "I always call and you know I don't want to travel."

"Don't you dare start that with me! You haven't been at home for more than a week this month, you haven't been in bed more than twice and you are at the office or at school during the day, so I haven't seen you!" Adele said, frustration very evident in her voice. Getting up from the bed, she walked into the kitchen, she'd make dinner or something. That would work, yeah?

"Adele!" Mycroft called out. He was unsure of what he had done wrong. He always managed to call, he wasn't gone long, sure, they hadn't spent much time together, but did that really matter? They saw each other, they talked. What more did they need? They had sex, is that what she wanted? More sex?

"What?"

"What am I doing wrong?"

"You're bloody gone, all the time. . ." staring down at the mug, she looked up at him. "Don't you get it? We just got married, we're supposed to be doing things, experiencing things. You are, you're experiencing things, you're doing things, without me. We're supposed to do things together. I go to school, I go to whatever school I'm student teaching at, I come home, I clean, I do homework, I do things, I take care of the bills, I take care of the flat, I take care of everything, Mycroft." Adele was angry. She was upset, she just wanted to cry. She wanted Mycroft to understand, he wouldn't though. This was the moment where Adele knew that this wasn't going to work. Mycroft Holmes was addicted to his work. "I'm going." Turning off the stove, Adele shook her head, not bothering to take the kettle off the heat, she walked to grab her jacket and pull on a pair of shoes.

"Adele! Come on!" Mycroft said, he was stunned by all of this, he thought things were fine. Adele had seemed content. Maybe he was wrong.

"No, Mycroft, you need to realize I'm not always going to be here. I am not just going to be something you can pick up when it's convinent for you. I'm not a toy. I'm your wife." She said, her voice cold. With that, she was out door of the flat.

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"Okay, love. I think it's time to leave." The bartender said, looking at Adele and sighing. Ernie knew Adele, she came in here about once a week, to grade papers, sometimes she watched cricket with the old men and argued about the plays, but mainly she came in for company, talking to Ernie or her friend who came with her, but tonight was different. "Do you want me to call somebody for you?"

"Who is there to call?" Adele asked, obviously drunk as she had the glass pried out of her hands. "My mom and dad are in fucking who knows where, I guess you could call Lisa, but she's at home with her husband, living her perfect little life. I left my husband because he cheated on me with his job. I have a cat, you can call my cat."

"Give me your phone."

"Why, you aren't going to find anybody." However, she did find the phone and put it on the bar.

Ernie looked through it. "Who's Sherlock? As in Sherlock Holmes, the one who wore the funny hat and the blogger friend?"

"Oh yes, Sherlock. He's my brother-in-law. Actually, scratch that, he's my ex brother-in-law. He sent me a Christmas card though."

"Your ex husband was Mycroft Holmes?" Ernie asked.

"Yes, he was, and he was a horrible husband. Horrible. He was great in bed though, god was he good. Ernie, I haven't been shagged in about 5 months."

Ernie just stared at her. "Do you want me to call Mycroft?"

"No, don't call him. Don't you dare."

Ernie sighed and looked down at the phone. Pressing "Send" on the number, he put it up to his ear, it rung for a while, before it finally picked up.

"Adele? You aren't supposed to be calling me."

"Actually, this is Ernie, I'm the bartender down at McGarry's Pub, I'm calling on behalf of Adele, she's drunk, do you think you could come and pick her up?"

"Ernie! Why the fuck are you doing this! Ernie!"

There was an audible sigh from the other end of the line. "How bad is she?"

"Um…She said she hasn't been shagged in a while, generally she's more private than that, plus she's had too much vodka."

"Alright, I'll send a car. Have her out there." With that, Mycroft hung up.

"Come on, Adele." Ernie said, looking at her.

"I'm not going with him."

"Yes, you are. Come on." Ernie said. Walking around the bar and grabbing her coat. "Let's go."

Adele sighed and got up. "Fine, fine." She muttered. "I'm going somewhere else next time though." She muttered. Pulling on her coat, and somehow she managed to stumble out of the bar, with Ernie's help.

She didn't remember much of the rest of the night, she remembered getting into the car, after that much of it was a blur, Mycroft wasn't there, some other man helped her up to the flat, apparently she wasn't to be trusted by herself. Somebody had put a tea next to her bed, and that was all she remembered.

The next morning, the sound of birds chirping outside woke up Adele. "Hmm?" she muttered. Her head was pounding, smell of aftershave was very strong. "What hell happened?" she muttered, rolling over and looking up at the ceiling. The room around her was unfamiliar, but familiar in a way.

"Did you have fun last night, Adele?" came a familiar voice, however familiar it was, it was cold.

"Bloody hell, no." she said softly into the pillow, burying her face into it. Let this all be a dream. She could not be hung over and in Mycroft's flat. She could not be here, not at all. Yes, she had gotten drunk, surely the sane thing to do was just to call her a cab? Fucking Ernie and his fucking pub. Fuck it, fuck it , fuck it. Adele was once again back in the bed of Mycroft Holmes once again, but this was not the same at all.