A/N: Hey! this is my first Mystrade fanfic so please be nice. this will probably have Johnlock later on. Warnings will be attached to each chapter. Not sure how long this story will be, just kinda going with whatever comes to me.

Also, i'm not sure of the age for a lisence in England, so bare with me, Greg is a bit of a rebel in ways. This school is made up.

Warning: Mentions of alcoholism, smoking, child/spousal abuse, and homophobia.

I own none of the characters and such.

On the morning of Monday August 19, Gregory Lestrade was heading off to his new school: King James Scondary Private School. It was a High Level school and everyone was shocked when he applied and was accepted, not that anyone would care long enough to look past his front and see his class marks. Greg smokes, deals with homophobic school bullies, takes beatings from his alcoholic father, Mark, and takes care of his mother, Linda. Yet he still gets good marks on his exams.

His mum is sitting up drinking a cup of coffee and reading the post, being mindful of her resent injuries from the night before. Mark was hungover in bed, and will probably stay there until at least noon. Greg grabs his bag and keys then kisses his mothers' cheek. "Bye mum, rest up. See you tonight."

"Have a great day Gregory, I'm so proud of you." She smiles brightly, though it must have hurt to move her face. I smile back.

"I'll pick up some take-away on my way home. Chinese ok?" She nods and he walks out the door and gets on his motorcycle and left.

Greg was 16 and starting year 11. He had been to a new school every year so far, once because he was expelled for violence and another because they were forced to move. First, because people found out Greg was gay, not long after he himself discovered it when he turned 13. All the older boys would push and tease him in the locker room and calling him a "pervert" for supposedly staring at them when they change in and out of gym clothes, which was a complete lie. They would beat him up in the showers and call him a "fairy" or a "poof". One day he just got sick of it and beat the crap out of Jack Farrow, the leader of the group that would beat him up. Both boys were expelled. Greg took up smoking that summer and got his first boyfriend, Victor Trevor. That didn't last long, but Greg got his first kiss from Victor.

The next school was alright. He was open about his sexuality but in his family, only his mother knew.. he was scared that his father might put him in the hospital. He made some friends and they would hang out in the parking lot and smoke during lunch.

Ever since the school change, Mark would come home drunk more and more often, which meant more beatings for both he and his mum. They started when Greg was 8 years old. Mark was going through a hard time job in the government and picked up the bottle. At first, the abuse wouldn't be but maybe once every other month. Now it seems like every one or two weeks. Each occurrence ending with HIM apologizing to both of them and saying he didn't mean to and that he loved them... Linda always accepted that and tried to move on, despite the injuries that littered her body every time. She kept believing he loved her after everything he'd do. So she never left. It just became normal.

Greg, on the other hand... was not so forgiving. He blocked it all out and took the beatings as they came. He was numb to it, never reacted now as his dads hand struck his face or another part of his body. He just did his best to hide his injuries when he was in public and took care of his mother. That's all that mattered now, other than school. Once he graduates, he plans to take his mother far away to whatever university he ends up at, where he can provide and take care of her without the fear that Mark will walk through the door and it will be one of those nights.

Last June, people at the school started getting curious and a bit too nosey about why Greg would come to school cringing away from physical contact and sometimes had pretty bad bruising. We moved away.

So here he was, pulling into this prestigious new school, ready to make something of himself. For his mothers' sake.

Greg just hopes that he can find someone who won't judge him right off the bat. He really is not a violent person, he's just been forced to put on a hard front from all he's been through. But if he can't find any friends, it won't be like he's lost anything, right? He's always been alone.

Because alone protected him.

Please review! Let me know what you think!