BBC Sherlock imagines

Argument-Mycroft

A/N
I'm so sorry, I'm a terrible person. Here's an update at long last. Xx

"FINE"
"FINE"

And with that you stormed out. You had been arguing with your boyfriend, again. You were both very opinionated people and you'd be lying if you said you didn't fight often, but this was different. You had had just about enough of listening to his excuses for not spending time with you. And if that wasn't bad enough, he was so emotionally detached it was like he didn't give a damn about you, or anyone. You had known from the start that he was different like that, but you thought that by now you could've changed him, a little at least.

Now you were out, in October, with no cost and no idea where you were going. But you were too stubborn to turn back so you kept going, no matter how much you shivered.
You ended up on a bench in the very corner of a park. Your eyes were pricked with tears, and you couldn't hold them back for long, despite your stubborness. People walking by have you funny looks, some sympathetic, but mostly just off ones. You didn't want either, but you ignored them, nonetheless. You hadn't realised how long you'd been set there, but the sun was long out of sight and you'd lost all sensation in your toes and arms, so you decided it was time to head back-you'd sleep on the sofa if you had to.

You walked through your door, locking it behind you and walked through the hall and into the kitchen, where the light had been left on for you. You were about to continue through to the living room when you noticed a piece of stray paper on the table. You picked it up and read it;

I'm sorry.
I'm trying really hard to be more open, but please know that I really do love you.
M xx

Now you felt bad. You needed to fix it, but you honestly didn't know how. You saw how late it was and guessed that he's be in bed by now, so that's where you went. You opened the door quietly, and snuck into the already dark room. You knew he wasn't asleep else you'd be able to hear his soft snoring, so laid down on top of the covers next to him. You whispered "I'm sorry." And that's when you heard it. It was muffled, but you heard it. A sniff. Mycroft Holmes was crying, and it was your fault. You flicked the bedside lamp on and sat up, but he remained turned away from you. "Mycroft, please" you begged, having seeing him like this. "I'm so, so sorry. I got worked up and I said things I shouldn't have said. Please, just look at me" you continued. "I'm sorry, I am trying" he croaked out. You sighed. "I know you are" you reassured, placing a hand down on his shoulder,just about the only affection he ever let you show him. But this time, he spun straight around, as if he only just noticed that you were really there, and nuzzled into your side, doing his best to hide his face from you. You blinked a couple of times, in shock, but quickly regained your composure and held him close.
"I'm sorry, I lost my temper before, and I'm sorry that I'm trying to change you. Truth is, I love you just the way you are, more than anything" you apologised again, "please forgive me?"
"Of cour-" he started but was interrupted by a long yawn. "Come on, let's get some sleep" you suggested,flicking off the light again. You were still wearing your clothes but you didn't really care, so you laid down properly next to him. You kept an arm around him, letting him cuddle close as he did sometimes. You knew what he was doing-he likes listening to your heartbeat for comfort. So you took long, deep breaths, keeping it as steady as reassuring as possible. It wasn't long before you heard his familiar, soft shores.
Your eyes stung with tears as you pay awake thinking of all you had done to hurt this precious man that evening, but you silently vowed to yourself and him that you'd spend as long as it takes to make up for it and even longer protecting him from what he feared the most-loss.