Sherlock One-Shots and Preferences

Preferences - Cheating

He cheated on you

Sherlock:

You plop the grocery bags down on the kitchen counter and sigh, having the wieght off your arms. You had gotten out of work earily and went shopping, since the fridge and pantry was bare.

You started unpacking, but was interupted but a soft and quiet giggle, then padded footsteps on the wooden floor.

Instincts taking over you face the hallway, hand on the counter right beside a knife, hearing the footsteps come closer.

A girl in only a oversized shirt (sherlocks) walks out and raises her head to see you. She gasps and steps back putting a hand over her heart and slowly taking a couple steps back.

"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?" You spat, your attitude taking a change for the worst realizing something was fishy.

"Sherlock who is this girl? There's someone in here." She said voice alittle shaky.

"Answer ME." You urged again, anger boiling.

"Her name is janine." Sherlock said coming out in only sweats, then wrapping an arm around janine and whispering to her to go back to the bedroom. She nodded and proceeded.

You take a deep breath and let it all out.

"Are you fucking serious? You bring this bitch 'Janine' here and have sex with her in our bed in our home? I can't believe it. You are such a no good caniving arse hole, that probably is a phsychopath. Sally was right. I should have stayed away from you." You finish and grab your coat, purse, shoes and keys heading straight for John and mary's.

John:

"Its just all you do is follow around sherlock, i mean i get it that he helped you get back on your feet, and he's your bestfriend but i'm your girlfriend! Would it kill you to be with me for a day?" You say somewhat softly to John at the dinner table.

"I don't get why you have a problem with it Y\N, I think its a good thing that I'm spending time with my friend." John replied a bit short of temper.

"Yes but I just want to spend time with you John. Its like I'm invisible sometimes..." You trail off and look down at your plate of food.

John stands up and puts on his coat, then leaves for the tavern and you sigh and drink the rest of the wine.

Later you hear keys click the lock open and footsteps enter the house. A strange 'click' of heels was heard and you turned the corner to see john against the wall with some short skirted- puffy haired girl slobbering him in kisses and randomly feeling him in random places.

You marched to the door and pulled the girl off john by her collar and practically threw her out the door. You slammed it shut and locked it, hearing 'oi wtf' from behind the door.

"Oh hey Y-Y\N." John smiled sadly. Tears finally escaped your syes and you quickly made your way upstairs and into the bathroom where you locked the door and cried your feelings out, blocking out the protests and pleas from John on the other side of the door.

Mycroft:

You were going to surprise mycroft by coming to his office and bringing him a coffee, with some hugs and kisses.

You were let through because mycroft had given you a pass, and when you arrived at his office you scanned the card and walked in.

Normally you saw greta, the accountant for mycroft but she was gone, the chair pushed out and papers on the ground. Mycrofts' office door was open a smidge, so you fully opened it to find a huge eye and emotional sore.

Greta was leaning over mycrofts desk and harshly pulling his tie to bring their lips together. You gasped and the coffee dropped, spreading and staining everything.

Greta smiled devilishly and mycroft looked like a deer in headlights, but you were to angry and sad to notice that. A sob escaped from your lips and your hand flew to your mouth.

"Y-Y\N let me explain!" Mycroft pleaded flustered, fixing his tie and pushing greta away.

"No, no. Have f-fun with this whore." You choked out and stomped out of the office. A hand caught your shoulder and you turned around shoving it off.

"Don't touch me mycroft." You say tears slipping down your cheeks. "Y\N, darling." He sighed sadly. You shook your head and walked out. You got home, having got wierd looks from everyone, and packed a bag with some essentials then went to a hotel a couple miles away.

Cried yourself to sleep, feeling like a harpoon had fractured your heart.

Lestrade:

After a long day at Scotland yard, Greg told you he was going to a bar with friends, and you were a bit dissapointed because you wanted to spend time with him but alas, it was good for him to have some man time.

Or so you thought.

Hours later you got a call on your cellphone.

"Hey babe" a familiar voice slurred.

"Greg are you hammered?" You asked but knew the answer already.

"Psssssh. Maybe. Listen can youuuuuuuuuuu pick me up? I don't think i can *hick* drive." He slurred again, and told you the address after you agreed.

After a short-ish drive you arrived at the bar and walked in.

You see gregs familiar grey hair and approach him, sighing. The only thing was he wasn't alone.  You look around him to see he was making out with some mystery girl. Your eyes widen and you rip her off greg and slap her across the face.

She recoils and holds her cheek, and you grab greg by the ear and haul him out. You pack his sorry ass into the car and drive back to the house.

"What the hell?" You yell.

He looks down and sighs sadly.

"Answer me." You bring his chin up harshly.

He smiled. "Yer hawt when you're angry." he giggled.

"Not the time greg." You said bitterly, hiding a blush.

"I'm sorry." He said and tried to hug you. You pushed him off and locked the bedroom door. You fell asleep alone and angry, feeling betrayed.

So there will be a part two kinda thing that will be the apologies and yeah. Hope you enjoyed :)

-CW