His Doctor~

Chapter 46

There isn't enough 'sorry' in the sky guys. but here is the second to last chapter of His Doctor (or third to last, idk)

Chapter 45

Marius watched his horrible past burn to ashes as the USB melted in the flames. How could she have been so forgiving? He looked at Jo-Ann, tears spilling over the edges of his eyes.

"You don't even know my name." He whispered.

"Is Marius Morstan good enough for you?" Jo-Ann asked.

"Yes! Yes, definitely." Marius smiled.

"Then it's good enough for me too." Jo-Ann smiled and held her arms out. Marius hugged her tightly, tears rolling down his cheeks. "This doesn't mean I'm not still basically pissed off at you." She added as they hugged.

"Oh I know, I know." Marius nodded.

"I am still very pissed off and it may come out now and then."

"I know, I know, I know." He nodded again. Jo-Ann pulled away and smiled.

"I love ya, Mar. Don't cry so much." She patted his shoulder.

"Okay." Marius laughed a bit and wiped his tears away. "Love you too." He hugged her again.

"So, I take it everything will proceed as normal." Mycroft said to Sherlock as they smoked outside. "One big chummy group of friends?"

"It would seem so." Sherlock replied.

"Another dragon tamed then."

"Is that how you see me? Dragon tamer?" the younger Holmes smirked.

"No, it's how I see Jo-Ann." Mycroft smiled. "You're just the dragon who fights with other dragons." Sherlock shot him a look and continued smoking. Silas popped his head out the front door.

"Are you two smoking again?!" he shouted.

"No!/It was Mycroft!" the Holmes brothers replied, hiding their cigarettes behind their backs. Silas gave them a cautionary look before slowly going back inside. Mycroft and Sherlock sighed in relief, releasing the smoke they were holding in their mouths.

"By the way, my people have offered you a job, Sherlock. But I would encourage you to decline." Mycroft said as he twirled his umbrella on the ground.

"Okay, I politely decline your kind offer." Sherlock shrugged.

"Good."

"What am I declining?"

"MI6. Much like your work in the afterlife." Mycroft smiled. Sherlock rolled his eyes a bit.

"Why not take it?

"Life expectancy is six months." Mycroft explained. "And yes, that is factoring in your survival skills."

"Why don't you want me to take it?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Here be dragons for you to fight." Mycroft smirked. Sherlock shot him another look as he kept smoking. The elder Holmes coughed, looking at his cigarette with distaste.

"This isn't agreeing with me. I'm heading in." he crushed the cigarette with his shoe and walked towards the door.

"You need low tar!" Sherlock called. "You still smoke like a beginner."

"Also…" Mycroft said with his back to Sherlock, standing before the front door. "…Your loss would break my heart."

Sherlock coughed on his cigarette smoke, looking at Mycroft's back.