Ex-Husband!Mycroft x Ex-Wife!Reader - People do stupid stuff
A/N: Work got a tight grip on me, so the uploads are going to be a slow process. Anyway, here is one request I acutally finished.
Request came from anon ^^
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Word Count: 2.456
Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries and the like
Thanks to the betareader @nightofthefallingstars :)
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Not everyone would assume that the great Mycroft Holmes was married. It seemed so unrealistic and untypical for the man.
If Sherlock wasn’t at the wedding himself, he wouldn’t believe it as well. Mr. and Mrs. Holmes were worried about their sons not finding the special someone, not having a family of their own despite both men telling them multiple times to not worry about it.
So, for their oldest son they arranged a marriage going against his protest. At first (Y/N), that was her name, wasn’t happy about it either, but over time she got used to it.
To please his parents Mycroft played along, he wasn’t the husband material (Y/N) might have thought he was. She had to learn that the hard way.
They never spoke, just a few words in the morning and a few in the evening when he returned home from work. (Y/N) ate dinner mostly by herself.
This marriage she was forced into didn’t feel like marriage at all, more like a flat share. It broke her heart when she realized it one day after five years of marriage.
Over the time she had grown a liking to the stoic Holmes. Even though he ignored her most of the time, she couldn’t hate him for that.
There was no need for her to play the happy housewife anymore. He didn’t need nor want her in any way. To him she was only a burden, a person that only got in his way.
And, with a heavy heart, she left the flat she had shared five years with Mycroft Holmes. Her wedding ring on the kitchen table together with the divorce papers that only needed Mycroft’s signature.
She never heard from him again. He never called, never asked why she just left without a word.Just like she had thought he didn’t care at all for her.
(Y/N) tried her best to live on without him, but despite him being away almost every hour of the day she still missed him. The marriage meant something to her after all but not to him. Her parents weren’t happy after she confessed the divorce however they had to deal with it in the end.
“I am sick of living a lie.” (Y/N) had told them when they tried to convince her that it all was a huge mistake.
After that confession (Y/N)’s parents stopped bothering her with it.
Her life went on, lonely yet happy in a way. She met up with friends from time to time, went to restaurants for a nice evening out or just taking a stroll through the London streets.
It was calm live (Y/N) lived and she wouldn’t have it any other way, but one day her luck had to run out.
One evening, it was raining in London, (Y/N) received a phone call. Surprised to see Sherlock’s caller ID she picked up.
“Sherlock, why are you calling me?” she asked, confused, without giving him any chance to explain himself first.
The man on the other end of the line sighed in annoyance before he interrupted the woman with her questioning.
“It would be easier for the both of us if you would just let me speak.” this made her shut up and silently she waited for his next words.
“It’s about Mycroft.” he started to explain and before she could protest he continued.
“The whole of MI6 has been taken hostage. Someone with big influence is behind all this, but that’s not the point right now. I need you at the address I’ll send you when I hang up. Be there as soon as possible. Mycroft’s life depends on that.” and with that the man hung up not leaving any room for (Y/N) to respond to any of that.
For a moment it felt like her heart stopped before it started to beat rapidly in her chest. Her breathing quickened when she, without thinking twice, pulled her coat over her shoulders and got into her shoes before leaving her flat.
As (Y/N) closed the door behind her, Sherlock texted her the address and within minutes she ran through the busy London streets not stopping for any calls she received for pushing other people to the side.
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With heavy breath and fast beating heart she arrived at her destination. It looked like the entire staff of Scotland Yard had arrived, Sherlock and John right beside Lestrade.
John was the first who noticed (Y/N) and waved her over.
“It is good to see you (Y/N).” the blond man said, laying one hand onto her shoulder. (Y/N) only huffed at the army doctor’s’ statement.
“Yeah, I wish it would be under different circumstances.” Lestrade gave (Y/N) a sympathetic look but she ignored it for the time being. Sherlock didn’t even look at her, his blue eyes fixed on the building before him.
“Why am I here Sherlock?” (Y/N) directed the question to the curly haired man who looked up at the building, squinting his eyes lightly.
Still he hadn’t turned to her despite being spoken to.
“Would you believe me if I said that you are moral support?” he questioned and with a risen, unimpressed eyebrow (Y/N) looked at him.
“No. No I wouldn’t.” was her quick answer and Sherlock nodded at that.
“My stupid brother missed a big opportunity.” he muttered under his breath before he finally turned to (Y/N).
“Well, your knowledge in architecture is needed right now. I don’t trust any of these idiots.” Sherlock motioned to the many operatives of Scotland Yard. With an offended look Lestrade turned to Sherlock.
“Hey.” he scoffed, frowning at the consulting detective but Sherlock ignored him unsurprisingly.
“Alright fine. Let me see the blueprints.” she walked up to the table where the blueprints of the building standing in front of her were laid out.
Now the clock was ticking.
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With Sherlock’s quick mind, John’s military experience and (Y/N)’s architectural knowledge the Case was solvable without any serious injuries.
Soon, when the first MI6 members stepped outside, (Y/N) relaxed letting out a sigh of relief.
John somewhat was still tense, looking around frantically. (Y/N) noticed his giddy behavior and turned to the man.
“Everything alright John?” she asked him and with a frown on his face he looked at her.
“Wasn’t that a bit too easy? I mean…” (Y/N) understood what he was trying to say and she, too, looked around the people that gathered around the scenery.
Her (Y/E/C) eyes than fixed on Mycroft who, together with his assistant Anthea, stepped out of the building. From what (Y/N) could tell both were unharmed and well. Still she couldn’t relax like she wanted to. John’s words stuck to her mind.
Right as she was turning to Sherlock opening her mouth she stopped, looking over the shoulder of the tall dark haired man.
(Y/N) squinted her eyes making out a shadow in one of the buildings across the street. From the posture of the shadow she could that someone was holding something and without thinking twice she started to run ignoring the yells of John, Sherlock and Police officers around her.
With quick steps she ran up to Mycroft and before he could question what she was doing, she pulled him harshly to the ground in the moment when a gunshot rang through the air.
Mycroft connected harshly with the ground beneath him, his ex-wife over him. Anthea gasped in shock before she ran up to her boss together with a few paramedics that were present followed by John and Sherlock.
“My God, (Y/N) what were you…?” but he interrupted himself as something warm and sticking ran down his hand as he pulled her up with him.
Her eyes closed and not reacting to his calls, she laid there in his arms bleeding from a wound at her back.
John was quick to react as he knelt down beside the two, pressing down onto (Y/N)s wound to stop the bleeding. The paramedics already setting everything for her transport into the nearest hospital.
“Mycroft you need to let go.” Sherlock said while Mycroft didn’t seem to let go of the woman. The great Mycroft Holmes couldn’t wrap his mind around the scenario.
How she just saved his life by taking a bullet for him, literally. Only faintly did he noticed the hand of his younger brother dragging him away from the unconscious, bleeding woman while she was brought into the ambulance after the paramedics made sure she was stable enough for transport.
The shooter was soon caught and dragged to Scotland Yard, John stood beside Sherlock, (Y/N)’s blood all over his hands and clothes, just like Mycroft who only stared after the ambulance.
“Sir?” Anthea’s brought him back to his senses as he looked down at his assistant. The brunette looked back into the direction Mycroft was looking before eyeing her boss again.
“Shall we drive after them?” she then asked him and not even thinking twice about it he agreed to it.
“We’ll come along, too.” John said ignoring Sherlocks expression of protest. The blond army doctor turned to his friend, pointing a finger at him.
“You dragged her into this mess in the first place.” he said before the consulting Detective could say anything witty.
“You called her here?” Mycroft looked at his brother, his jaw slightly tensing.
“Sherlock, if she dies, it is your fault.” he pointed out but Sherlock crossed his arms.
“Well, clearly it wasn’t my decision that she saved your life. Maybe you should be a bit more grateful to her after all she has been through only to make you happy.” A bit surprised John looked back at his tall friend but stopped himself from saying anything else that would tense the mood up even more.
Mycroft chose not say a word, his only goal for now was to reach the hospital, hoping that his ex-wife would be alright.
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For days she laid their in her bed. Thick, white bandages all over her torso and all over her hospital gown.
The machines she was connected to beeped in a rhythmic beat. Mycroft got used to the sound too quickly, even for his own liking.
He refused to leave her side until her eyes opened.
“I want to know why.” was his only reply when Sherlock would ask him why he wouldn’t leave the hospital room.
“Who is the smarter one now?” Sherlock said back, as he looked over (Y/N)’s sleeping body. Sherlock felt a bit of empathy for the woman, but only a little bit.
Mycroft only looked at his brother from the corner of his eyes. Like the smug person Sherlock was, he grinned at his brother.
“Well, brother mine,” he mocked his brother’s tone of voice. “Can’t you see that (Y/N) is still in love with you? She always was. All this time she was ready to take a bullet for you. Come on, I thought you were better than me…” Sherlock scoffed at him, his arms crossed over his chest.
“I don’t love, Sherlock.” Mycroft scolded his younger brother but said brother only waved him off.
“Yes, of course. That is why we’re standing next to her unconscious body, waiting for her to wake up.” their bickering continued on, getting more heated with each word that came through their mouths. Totally unaware of the movement from the bed and the groan leaving the woman’s mouth.
“Can’t a woman die in peace?” she said with a hoarse voice, a pain striking expression on her face.
Both men stopped their little childish fight and turned their faces simultaneously around to look at her.
“(Y/N), you are finally awake.” Mycroft breath out, grasp her hand that laid beside her body. A bit surprised by his reaction and his actions she turned her head slightly to him.
“Who are you and where is Mycroft?” this made Sherlock smile lightly.
“Good to see you are still the same.” he said before leaving the room to search for a Doctor, leaving the couple alone for a few minutes.
“Mycroft, I…” but the man interrupted her as he started to speak.
“What were you thinking? Do you know how dangerous that stunt was? (Y/N), you could’ve died for God's sake.” he scolded her like she just a mere child and that is what he probably saw in her.
“What I was thinking?” she started, pulling her hand out of his grasp, trying to get up but giving up after a sharp pain went through her upper body.
“I was thinking that I need to save the man I love. I don’t care if the feeling is not mutual but I gave you a promise five years ago and I tend to keep it for the rest of my life.” Mycroft sat there in silence listening to her rants. He didn’t know how to react. For the very first time he didn’t know what to do or say and he absolutely despised it.
The silence was getting more and more uncomfortable while (Y/N) bit her lip. Neither of them said anything at all, the room was quiet, only the beeping of the heart monitor was heard.
“People do stupid things when they are in love.” (Y/N) was surprised to say the least to hear these words from her ex-husbands mouth.
He just quoted from a Disney movie, probably without knowing so and sat there unmoving, not glancing for one second at her.
“Did you just…?”
“Quote from Disney’s Hercules?” he finished her sentence before he nodded. “Yes, yes I did.”
“You know Disney’s Hercules?”(Y/N) didn’t mean to say this out loud but at least they were now looking at each other.
For a moment they just stared at each other, (Y/N) still surprised and Mycroft like always held no expression, well at least not one (Y/N) could put a name on.
“Maybe…” he finally started. “Maybe, I was a bit too harsh on you in the time we were married.” the woman tilted her head lightly, the surprise never leaving her face.
“You changed, Mycroft.” she stated, ignoring his first comment. Now it was time for him to look surprised or whatever you would call the expression he was giving her.
“Well, a lot of things happened while you were gone.”
“Yes, I can see that. When I am not around, you’ll get shot.” the woman stated bluntly.
“Then maybe, you should stay around?” the questioning undertone was once again unexpected from the oldest Holmes brother.
“I would like that, very much.” she gave him a soft smile, holding his hand in hers and brushing lightly over it with her thumb.
Maybe there was still a happy ending for them both, very long after their once upon a time….
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