Title: The Truth About The Umbrella
Characters/Pairing:Mycroft/Lestrade
Rating: T
Warnings: I don't think there is any.
Word Count:562
Summary: Lestrade confronts Mycroft about a certain umbrella.
Beta: rainbowwizard1
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights.

"You never gave me back my umbrella, you know."

Mycroft Holmes turned to his side to see Detective Inspector Lestrade. A wicked grin formed on Mycroft's mouth.

"Judging by that grin you do remember," Lestrade said.

"Quite. I never forgot it, it's quite complicated."

"Except it totally isn't. Upper middle class doesn't play with the lower class, well not openly," Lestrade said, disgusted.

"It's not the way you think. I don't expect you to understand," Mycroft simply said.

"Whatever, can I have it back?"

"I'm beginning to think I borrowed your only umbrella."

"I have other umbrellas, it's what it represents. It's the principle."

Mycroft rolled his eyes." You daft fool, you haven't figured it out."

"Well explain it to me! How could I possibly understand, I'm not a Holmes," Lestrade mocked.

"I've carried this umbrella since that night. This umbrella. I've kept it in prim condition for over five years! Why does someone do that? Use some brain cells, seriously."

Lestrade started to laugh, which made Mycroft very self-conscious. "A Holmes a romantic? I didn't think it possible."

Mycroft retaliated. "You never were great at thinking."

"Hey!"

Mycroft smiled, lost in memory. "You made up for it in other areas."

"I was so good it cost me an umbrella."

"You're obsessed with this bloody umbrella." Mycroft was beginning to become jealous of his one reminder of Lestrade. He quite frankly wanted to break it now.

"No, just the man holding it," Lestrade corrected him.

"I had to make my way in the world, you understand that, right? Like you had to, in your own way. It would have been harder for us. But even that backfired on me. It's a real kick in the ass when I realized that while I changed things, others reaped the rewards. I did it for myself and was all by myself in the end. You begin wonder how it all got so tangled."

"Well, you're a selfish snob," Lestrade said, brutally honest.

"You never held back with me. You did have a way of putting me in my place."

Lestrade reflected on their last night together. " I am sorry for calling you a coward. Just because I was okay with my sexuality and being open about it, didn't mean you were. You did have more to lose and would have eventually resented me for it. I see that now."

" Thank you," Mycroft quietly uttered.

Lestrade nodded.

"With Father gone, I have had a great weight lifted and yet because of him, I have a great void as well."

"Is that your way of saying you miss me?"

Mycroft simply stated. "Yes."

" Open the umbrella," Lestrade ordered.

Mycroft grinned and did what he was told. He titled the umbrella to shield his face. Lestrade took a step forward and leaned in to kiss him. Mycroft accepted his kiss and with his free hand brought Lestrade closer to him. They parted only to breathe.

In a husky tone, Lestrade said. " Are you more willing to let me help you fight your battles? Are you truly happy with helping the world alone? We could be so much better together."

Mycroft pulled him back into the kiss. When they parted again Lestrade's hair was messy and his face flushed. "I'm gonna take that as a yes."

Mycroft just stood there with a arrogant grin. "Obviously."