“Please, don’t leave. I beg you, please...”
Fiction Challenge #150: Thank you, @agent-elaine. <3
He and Myc were off when the e-mail arrived.
Toronto Police Service are looking for senior UK detectives interested in starting a new life in Ontario, Canada. Toronto police are the country’s highest-paid officers - wages have increased 11 per cent over the last six years…
Six years of Mycroft, too.
They’d always been more on than off. This recent spell looked like it was going to last, though. Greg had thought it would fix itself after a month or so. One lonely night, and there’d be a text or a call - then one perfect night to follow, and in a blaze of glory they’d be back together again, addicted to each other, moving in within a week, fucking every spare second, tangled up in Greg’s bedsheets from six PM on Friday until eight AM on Monday - talking, laughing, kissing until his jaw hurt. Greg knew the pattern. They’d been through all this before.
“It’s fine,” he’d told Sherlock, when the latest off had been announced. “He just needs space for a while. You know what he’s like.”
But then a month had gone by, and then another - and the weeks had pulled themselves together like beads on a string.
It had been half a year now.