BBC Sherlock Imagines

Mycroft: What A Romantic

Request for onelifestand

~

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now sign the contract." No claps ensued, no cheers were shouted, no whoops whooped. A simple scratch of the pen was all that echoed around the tiny white room. "I hope you two are very happy together," wished the judge, a hint of sarcasm knitted in his words. He exited the room, leaving the two newlyweds alone. Stiffly, they turned to face each other. While on the outside they grinned innocently, inside they both reeled with devious excitement. They had, somehow, managed to both find each other in their time of need. (Y/n), a successful business woman, needed a husband to show off to her boss to prove she was an all rounded woman that could handle a higher up position. Mycroft, already high up in the English government, was forced to by his boss (yes even he has a boss), to invest in a wife so as to appeal to the more important people as a family man. To sum it up, they both really just needed each other to better their own careers. But they didn't know they were using each other. And this is their story.

~

Your POV

"Please dear, pass the salt," asked Mycroft politely. It had been 7 months since your marriage, if you could call it that. You smiled sweetly, and handed it to him, making sure not to touch his hand. He didn't seem to notice though - although he had never seemed to notice in all the time you two had been together. But that's why you chose him. He didn't question your absent family life, he scarcely had one himself, he didn't ask why you never slept close to him, or hugged him, or did anything of that sort. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he was doing the same thing to you. But you knew that couldn't be, you had Mycroft wrapped around your finger. Thanks to him, you now held a top job in a CEO company. Sadly, after the promotion you could not simply divorce him and move on with your life; it seemed that if you wanted to keep your job, you'd have to stay married to him. You were fine with that, it's not like you'd ever settle down anyways, but it meant always living your life as a lie. You'd be faking your gushing at him bringing you red roses, and laughing at his favorite 1930 horror films, and many more fake things, for the rest of your life. Good thing you took a drama class in high school.

~

Mycroft's POV

"Please dear, pass the salt," I ordered gingerly. She smiled, oblivious to the strain in my voice at the endearment "dear". Being a "family man", I had to admit, was harder than expected. Having to act as if you care about someone more than your own self was proving difficult. Many times I had to bring home flowers, something I had seen my coworker Brian do for his wife before, and smile like I was the perfect husband. But I kind of was. She gingerly handed me the salt, and I made careful notice not to make contact with her in any way. Although, I don't think she minded. In our 7 months of being happily married, and even in the first 6 months of our relationship, she never questioned my lack of public displays of affection, or even my lack of private displays of affection. I managed enough to get by. At parties, I put my hand on the small of her back to move her through the crowd, or I touched her shoulder to point in the direction of the door; small touches, but enough for her I presume. Mostly, I used my words for the so called affection. I told her I cared for her deeply, even that I loved her, and she said the same. Of course she was the first to say it, I forgot that phrase existed only until she said it to me. And now, as we sat at the table, sharing our meal as we do every night, I smirked inwardly, proud of myself for tricking her so well. And I continued my inward praise, until a knock came from the door.

"I'll get it," she offered, scooting back her chair and hurrying to the door. I sighed happily, it was lucky I found a woman who answered the door without me asking her to, because I definitely was not going to get it.