Drunk

"I can't do this anymore, Mycroft! Don't you get it? You're constantly gone! I haven't seen you for more than 2 weeks at a time since you started that bloody internship! You are always at the office, out with the lads, at school or I'll be damned with your mother!" The young woman screamed. "Why can't you just be home? Why?" the tears were streaming down her face. Mascara running with the tears, causing the black streaks down her cheeks.

"Adele, you know I want to be home. I can't. I'm doing this for us!"

"FOR US?! There is no US. There is only you, Mycroft. It has always been solely about you. You fucking selfish, pain the ass."

"Adele, I wouldn't do this if I didn't think it would give us the best future."

"Is that why you slept with another woman?"

The young man was obviously stunned about this. His secret was out. Somebody had told her. Who had told her?

"That's right! I know. I know you sleep around when you go on your little "business trips." I'm not good enough am I? Are your whores good enough then, Mycroft? Are they? ! Is that what you do when you go on your little business trips? Sleep around and leave your wife sitting at home? Waiting for the next phone call, the next letter? You bastard."

Mycroft could only sit there stunned, somebody had told Adele of him cheating. He didn't know who, he hadn't told anybody. His world was crumbling around him. It had been a mistake. A night of getting too drunk and having somebody there. It had been lust. Nothing more. Nothing less. It was too late though, this was the final straw for Adele. He could see that. "…Adie." He said quietly, standing up and moving towards her.

"No! Do not come near me. Is this what you wanted? You wanted our marriage to end. You never wanted me." She had just been something to pass the time, something until he could find somebody his mother liked.

"Come on, we can…we can work this out. Addie."

"I'm pregnant! I am carrying your child, Mycroft!" the sobs began coming harder now as Adele's hand went to her stomach. She had found out a few days ago, estatic to tell Mycroft that they were going to have a family. It wasn't the most ideal time, but there was room and they had money.

The sound of a door slamming downstairs was enough to jolt Adele out of her dream. One hand went instantly to her stomach as she looked around the room she was in. It was not familiar. The bed smelled of cigar smoke and cologne. It was too late though, the tears had already started down her cheeks. The intense grief hit her once again. An overwhelming feeling of being so alone. She had no one. Absolutely no one. First her husband, then her baby, now her mother. Everybody left, it was a fact that most people learned eventually, some early on in life, others later. Adele was the latter.

It took her a moment to recollect she was in Mycroft's house, she had gotten drunk last night and that damn bartender had called Mycroft, hence why she was here. It didn't take her very long to pull herself out of the bed and smooth down whatever clothes she had been wearing last night. Walking out of the bedroom, she caught sight of herself in the mirror and winced. "I look horrible." She muttered. Her eyes were red from the crying she had done when she was dreaming, bags under her eyes from restless sleep, her hair a mess, clothes wrinkled, oh life.

"Mycroft! I need my car keys." She said as she walked into the kitchen to find Mycroft reading the morning paper over a cup of coffee. It was probably spiked with something.

"What keys? I picked you up last night. Your car was taken back to your flat."

"Fine. I need a car then."

"For what?"
"Oh for the love of god, will you just have your driver take me home then?"

"There are keys to the Jaguar on the counter next to the flour, bring it back in a bit, eh?" Mycroft, always the gentleman, didn't even bother looking up from his paper. He didn't' want his exwife in his house. He didn't want her anywhere near him, to be quite honest.

"Thank you." She muttered, grabbing the keys and making her way out of the kitchen in the general direction of the front door. The drive she was about to take wasn't exactly a long one, but one she didn't take very often. The car was parked outside: Black and sleek it was exactly the kind of car that said "Look at me and all my money!" Of course Mycroft would have it.

The day was a nice day, the sun was shining, it was a little cold but not horrible. The drive didn't take more than 20 minutes, out of the city a bit. The cemetery stood next to a small church. The kind you'd go to every Sunday and where everybody knew one another. Adele didn't know anybody at that church, but had liked and wanted somewhere peaceful for Oliver. The gravestone was located a few feet away from a large tree. "Oliver Mycroft Gillman" was written on the tombstone. The day of his birth and the day of his death were written under it. Adele had included a duck on there, she had thought it cute at the time and it reminded her of the stuffed duck Oliver had always totted around with him. "Hi, Ollie." She said quietly as she bit down on her lip, walking up to the grave. "I miss you, baby. Things down here aren't going very well. Grandma will be with you soon." She couldn't stop the tears. Not even if she wanted to.

"How old was he?" came a male's voice.

Adele sighed. "He was 2." She said. She'd know that voice anywhere.

"Only 2?"

"Only 2." Looking over her shoulder, she saw Mycroft standing there, a look of disbelief on his face. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why would I?" she asked. "You didn't care. You cheated on me and who was to say you'd be a good father even if I did stay with you. I did what was best for him."

"I never even knew him."

"No, you didn't. You followed me. Why?"

"Did you think I was going to trust you with my car after last night? That's beside the point though. Adele, why didn't you tell me he was sick? I wondered about him. He was my child too." Mycroft said quietly. "I didn't even know his name or when he was born."

Adele simply shook her head and looked back down at the grave. In retrospect she had doen what she had thought was best for her and the baby. Mycroft wasn't in that equation. He hadn't been after he cheated. The sobs came once again, wrapping her arms around herself, she just let herself cry. Everybody left. Why was everybody leaving.

"Come here, love." Mycroft said softly.

Adele turned around and without hesitation walked into his outstretched arms, which wrapped around her right away. Well, here they were, two broken people who had once had one another. A son that one didn't even know about and years of regret lingering over them. Years they would never get back.