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now.
    “I don't think you
should stay another night,” he said as he pulled back.
    “No, I think
you're right. As much as I've enjoyed being here and having several
days to recover, I have encroached on space you're not used to
sharing for a little too long.”
    Myron nodded,
almost relieved that she was saying what he'd wanted to.
    “Right now,
however, I feel rather... unsatisfied,” she said, a smirk crossing
her face. Over the next few seconds he considered refusing her
evident request but desire flared within him once more and he gave
in. For one more night, he'd give both of them the satisfaction
they craved.
    No sooner had he
pulled her close than she gave herself over to him again, letting
him dictate. He lost himself in her, thinking only of that one
moment in time.
    It was almost dawn
by the time she was asleep beside him, her body curled contentedly
in his arms. But while she slumbered, safe and dreaming, he was
alone with his thoughts.
    Over the last week
he'd done several things he'd not thought he ever would six months
earlier. Sherlock had introduced him to a woman who had restored
some of his lost faith in the fairer sex.
    He didn't love
her, of that he was sure, but he felt a respect and even some
degree of care for her wellbeing. If she died the world would be a
less bright place, if for no other reason than she had an eagerness
to learn and grow that few people ever achieved.
    It had often made
him think of Sherlock when he'd been a young boy, before teenage
years had brought comparisons between the two to Sherlock's
attention and created a feeling of competition and friction to
their every task.
    Like his younger
brother had done on a couple of occasions, she'd surprised him and
made him feel a little bit less alone. But unlike his brother and
him, she was mortal, and Mycroft knew, no matter how much he liked
her, it would be a goodbye in the end.
    At some point, the
risk of their secret being revealed would be too great for him to
keep her in his life, and just like Sherlock had moved away from
Watson to keep him in the dark about their immortality, he would
eventually have to shut her out. This was the last night he could
sleep with her.
    Mycroft sighed.
Being immortal wasn't something he'd asked for, but when it had
first become apparent, he'd been reasonably pleased. He'd not
expected to grow attached to anyone and had tried to guard his life
accordingly, but Sherlock had brought someone into their world for
the second time, and this time it would be he who would watch over
them until they died. Even if he had to do it from afar.
     

Chapter 4
    Amelia let out a
small involuntary sigh as she finished her breakfast. It was the
last meal she'd eat in Myron's home with him for some time,
although she hoped not forever. A part of her still planned to give
thawing his heart her best shot.
    “Shall I have
Daniels get the car ready to take you home?” Myron asked when
they'd sat there a few seconds.
    “Do you think he
could take me to your brother's instead?”
    “Yes, if you wish.
I assume you need plot assistance.”
    “A little,” she
said admitting only that; the rest could wait. If he picked up on
her lie of omission, he never said anything. Ten minutes later she
was stood by the door, her small suitcase already taken out to the
car by Daniels. Acting more bravely than she felt, Amelia stood on
her tiptoes and kissed Myron on the cheek. All the while, he never
moved.
    “Please keep me
updated on everything with Nesterov,” she said, not trusting
herself to say anything else without her eyes watering up. He
nodded and she thought she saw him swallow back some of his own
emotion. Before she could be sure, he looked as composed as
always.
    Not wanting to be
overcome in front of him, Amelia walked towards the car, holding
her head high, as if it was just another day. Daniels opened the
door for her as he usually did, but she didn't meet his gaze.
Seeing any kind of pity or sadness would break