The pen was stiff and John tried to focus on keeping his hand from shaking as he signed his name the first time, but managed to level his signature as he signed the rest of the papers put in front of him. He didn't look up or pay any attention to the other people in the room.
"That's it, Doctor Watson," a Scottish voice said and John nodded. He stood and looked around the awkward conference room quickly. Mary was sat across from him, signing the last few of the documents herself. He was sad to see her there; sad he'd ever met her. Not that he regretted it, far from it. She was an amazing woman and he was better because of her, but he'd brought no benefit to her life that he could see. He'd done nothing but cause her pain.
She signed her name the last time and pushed the papers away. She looked up at John and he could see tears brimming in her eyes. It made his chest ache. She stood, grabbed her handbag and made her way quickly around the table. He held the door open for her and she walked past him and into the hall.
"I'm going to Sweden for a few weeks," she said as they walked down the hallway. "It's Farmor's birthday."
"Tell her I said grattis på födelsedagen," he replied and Mary smiled.
"Your Swedish is horrible," she teased and he laughed. They were silent as they stood in front of the lifts, waiting.
She entered the car first and he followed behind her. "I think after that I might go someplace tropical. Miami, maybe, or someplace in the Caribbean."
"Good," he said. "Enjoy it." She met his eyes and she nodded. "Be happy, Mary. Please. You-"
"Are you moving back into Baker Street?" she interrupted. He examined her a minute before he nodded, accepting the topic change.
"Yes," he answered, leaning his head back against the wall. "They're doing most of it today. I left Harry in charge so at least everything won't get left in the living room."
Mary smiled. "I know that Mrs. Hudson must be so excited."
"She is," he answered. "She misses you though."
Mary nodded, "Maybe when I get back. I hope it'll…" She trailed off and John didn't say anything.
The lift doors opened and he took a step towards her, cupping her face and watched the tears brim in her eyes again. "I'm sorry," he said as he leaned down to kiss her cheek. He stepped out of the lift and hurried through the building's glass doors, spotting Sherlock leaning against a light post at the street.
Mary was several steps behind John as he exited the building. She had planned on going back to work, but the thought of that seemed ridiculous now. She thought she might go home instead. Go home, climb into bed, and cry for three or four days.
She was amazed that this hurt so much. She'd known John wasn't coming back, she'd know it wasn't right for either of them. She'd known her marriage was long over, but she hadn't thought signing the papers would be so horrible.
She'd been relieved to see that it hadn't been easy for John either. She felt guilty about it, but she was glad that he had regrets too.
Mary pulled her sunglasses out of her handbag and searched the street for her car. She noticed Sherlock's looming figure against the light post and she stopped walking. She watched John close the distance between them and saw the huge grin cross Sherlock's face.
She couldn't hear the words but the conversation between the two of them seemed easy and familiar. Sherlock said something and John laughed, the booming sound carrying through the air. Mary watched them another second and managed a smile just as her car turned the corner.
A/N – Thanks to everyone who read, favorited, and especially reviewed this. I'd probably write these anyway, but all of you make it so much more fun. Thank you! I have to offer my undying gratitude to Scopesalicious. I thank her all the time, but she truly does deserve a ton of credit here. I'm moody, and she keeps me on track. Thank you my friend.