Sherlock Oneshots (Request open)

Shattered

Mycroft x Reader x Greg
He always knew it was only a matter of time, that she would find someone better who could treat her right. Their marriage had been tearing at the seams for years and he never did anything to prevent it from fully breaking. It started to feel as if the only reason either of them still lived under the same roof was that neither knew how to move on. At some point she learned, however. With a man that he had never personally met. It saddened him, as he watched her drift further and further away; the love they had once shared disappearing for ever. But at least, he understood the reasons behind it.

Sentiment is a chemical defect, he had always said. Hiding the loneliness that he denied feeling. The same that she filled with her warm smile and cheerful laughter. He had been preparing himself for this moment ages ago, yet now that it was here all he could do was feel sorrow.

He stared at her as she prepared for her date. Suddenly, remembering all the little things that made him fall for her in the first place. Her (e/y) eyes that he had spent hours trying to commit into memory and even longer trying to forget. That (h/l) (h/c) waterfall on her head, which was always flawless. And that smile, it could light up a room in a second. Of course it was not only her looks, but her mind and spirit as well. She had been the only one to ever melt the ice man's heart, yet that wasn't enough. Not for her, and not for him. As Mycroft stared and she got ready, the man came to an awful realization.
He was back to being alone.
His brother had once pointed out the loneliness of his position in the world. Of course, the younger Holmes no idea at the time of the amazing woman that was (y/n) and of the impact she had in his life. He hadn't been alone back then, not really. But now....
"That's a lovely dress." He stated, looking at the way it accentuated all of her best features. And the color, a serene, almost silvery gray, reminded him of the precariousness of their situation.
"Thank you. I bought it a long time ago." Her gaze was downcast. He could read her, like an open book. He knew that she felt guilty about everything that had gone wrong between them. If only she could understand, he thought, that she was the only one who was right.
"Well, it really brings out the best of you" He decided. "Greg Lestrade is a trully lucky man." a sad smile, that was almost a grimace made its way into his face.

"Myc-" she cut her self off, a desperate expression flashed through her, "I-"
"Don't." She looked at him in confussion, "You are going to apologize. I am telling you, don't. This is not your fault. I was the one who asked you to move foward. You just did what I asked of you."
"But Mycroft... I... We could still make it work. I could call things off with Greg. We could..."
"We cannot. There is too much to fix, too many wounds to heal. It is easier to just give up, pretend we never happened."
"I don't want to let you go." Those (e/c) eyes drowning in sadness seemed to hold on to his soul, "We were supposed to be eternal. This was supposed to be for ever. What happened to us?"
"We just didn't work out. No one belived we would, and for the first time, the goldfish were right." His statement was definitive, like the ending of the last book from the longest saga anyone has ever read.
  "I wish they were wrong." The tears she carefully held back before overflowed her eyes and rolled down her cheeks, forming dark paths of rundown liner and pooling at her chin.
  Mycroft's heart ached as he stared at the weeping beauty. She had been the strong one, for years he had seen how powerful, fearless, perfect this woman was. Now, with a broken heart in her chest and shattered dreams at her feet, her solid stone demeanor cracked, but she was still stronger than he would ever be. She still searched for a way to stay, even when he had given up. The outstanding female before him, was still swimming against current when he had already let himself flow down the stream.
     "Stop crying," his hands cleaned the falling tears, smudging the black trek they had followed, "please. You wouldn't want Greg to know you were crying. You will want for him to see you happy, like the day I met you."
   "I was happy then. I'm not happy now."
   "You should be, Greg will love you like I never was able to."
   "You dont get to tell me how so should and shouldn't act." She spat " Not when I'm leaving you for someone else. Are you really that heartless?"
      That last sentence broke him inside. Out of all the goldfish in the sea, she was the one who never doubted the existence of his heart. "Maybe I am." The final kill, having to root that doubt in her, to let her believe that what she had thought impossible was, in fact , possible.
        For a moment, that was that. He left the room and she stayed. Both their hearts beating in the same mournful tune that signals the end of love.
That day she went out with Greg. She started leaving Mycroft behind. She listened to what her husband had to say and ran away to a loving man's open arms. He never questioned it, she never explained.
        When she finally fixed her paper heart with tape and staples and first grader blue, she decided that erasing the pencil black stain which remained was the one way to go. Her mind was decided, (Y/n) finally understood what Mycroft ment and chose Greg.
     Suddenly, there were divorce papers on his desk. They layed on top of other work related documents. Taunting him, calling him a coward, reminding him how heartless he trully was.  Try as he may, Mycroft couldn't sign them. He wouldn't sign them. He had let her go and now he wanted her back, with the selfishness of a child who wants to keep a thrown away toy. It was he  who asked for (y/n) to move on, and now she did, yet now he couldn't. Signing those papers meant she gave up too, it meant that he never got to spend another second with her it meant that she was gone forever. It meant he was alone....
        Even at the expense of his loneliness. All Mycroft wished for was her happiness. Sentiment is a chemical defect, he preached in the past and, as he signed the final papers, he remembered why.
       She had been packing, the moment he signed them. One hall and two rooms away, and suddenly that distance seemed greater than an ocean. He noticed every minimal detail of her that would be left behind in those rooms, in those halls, he remembered the memories that every square inch of the house held. All of them, he pressed near his throbing heart, and the stabbed and stung and took away his will to live.
      "Here." He muttered, entering the half empty room, "I signed them."
      "Thank you." She didn't even look up at him, she just kept looking down, ignoring his sadness, dismissing his presence. "I'm gonna miss this view." She looked out the window, and the playful rays of sunshine illuminated her features, she became an angel in front of him, something he could see but never touch again.
      "I'll miss it too."  He sighed, twirling his umbrella.
     "I'll miss you." she finally said, and Mycroft was filled with a wild, senseless hope that he knew was futile, "You were my best friend, and husband. I lost my husband a long time ago, but it will hurt when I loose my best friend."
      He could only nod along to her words. She had also once been his best friend, but he had no idea she considered him as such. "I shall miss you as well." He wanted to say so much more than just the echo of her words.
      The phone rang, and a sunshine smile lit her face. "Greg is here to pick me up. I should go downstairs now." She passed his side and stopped, a sudden urge races through her and she hugged him. Mycroft could only stand still. It had been such a long time since her arms were wrapped around his frame, since he felt her so close to him. "Thank you, for everything." She said pulling away, "You were right. Greg is great, and I am happy. I was happy with you, but we were broken, and we were right to give up. I loved you, and I love you still with the sepia colors of nostalgia, you will always be a part of my story,my bigger picture. But I love Greg, in the warm bright colors of new love, and I hope that he will be my actual for ever. You are amazing Mycroft, and no matter what anyone says, no matter all that happened to us, I know you have an amazing heart. I pray you'll find someone to care for it Myc. I really do." With those words and a bittersweet smile, she turned around to leave. (h/c) hair jumping with every step she took, as she walked towards the man who loved her now. 
     Mycroft had known it was only a matter of time before it happened. It didn't mean that the event hurt any less. And as he watched her leave in a path of happiness, he could also see his whole world shatter.

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A/n
     Weirdly enough this story started out with a Spanish song called "Como es el" by Marc Anthony and it was going to be titled that way. I think the song is a dad singing about his daughter, but I though this was better. Anyways i though it was weird that I changed it. Remember I do requests as well so ask for anything and i'll Try to provide.