Title: Date Issues
Rating: M, 15+
Warnings: slash, male/male, abductions, swearing, Mycroft with a lot of people romantically or not, etc. Un-beta 'd so it could very well be crap with horrible grammar and punctuation mistakes let alone the spelling mistakes I've likely made.
Parings: Mycroft with almost everyone, as dates or friends or using them, it is Mycroft so he would. I don't want to ruin the ending.
Characters: Mycroft Holmes, D.I. Lestrade, Mrs Hudson, Anthea, Sherlock, John Watson, OC, Sally Donovan and Anderson.
Prompt: 5 times Mycroft abducted himself a date and 1 time his date abducted him
Word Count: ? over 8000 and not finished
Summary: Five Times Mycroft abducted himself and date and then one time that his take was set up for him. In which Mycroft abuses his government power to date and ends up coming out of the closet.
Mycroft finds it hard to find a date and so he utilise the resources available to him to abduct himself some dates. But someone thinks the man is lonely and needs a date of his own. Who will play matchmaker for Mycroft Holmes?
Authors Note: So I've been working on this for a while, you know how it is; a blank document with a title sits in your folder for a while, you find it and go 'oh I remember this. I think I'll have a go at it now' and then your off and writing and you forget the world outside. So yeah, that's me with this. Apart from the five months where it sat half-finished while I've been busy with uni. So if there is any inconsistency or it makes no sense I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or anything associated to it, that all belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Dolye and the BBC.
Enjoy.
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The First Abduction
Mycroft encountered the first dilemma of his career when he was invited to an official gathering. In any other job that wouldn't have caused a stress headache and a mad dash to find a date. Because for official gatherings like the one he was attending a date was essential, to go without was to present the wrong image and could potentially affect his future career.
And so Mycroft decided that Anthea would play the role as his date for this particular event. Unfortunately Mycroft neglected to tell his unsuspecting date of the planned evening.
As the evening of the ball drew closer Mycroft had Anthea organise the car and check his wardrobe. He also asked her to find a dress for his date, telling her she was about her size. It never crossed Anthea's mind that she was Mycroft's date, she merely thought it was some girl, a hired one or a friend, maybe even a relation. She never thought for a second that it was her.
And so on the night of the ball found both Anthea and Mycroft still in their office, Anthea was packing up and Mycroft was getting ready. Mycroft stepped from his office in his tailored three-piece suit the dress Anthea had picked draped over his arm. He smiled at Anthea before saying "I'll give you a lift home on the way" not a hint of his plan showing in his voice or tone. Anthea nodded picking up her own things and following Mycroft out of the office, into the elevator, out of the building and into the waiting car.
They chatted idly about the coming week and Mycroft's appointments, Anthea reminding him that he had a meeting with the chairmen of the government bodies and departments. They were almost at the grand building where the ball was to be held when Anthea looked up from her Blackberry and asked "Where are we going?" she looked at Mycroft questionly before comprehension filled her eyes, "you bastard" she cried before turning away.
Mycroft smirked, laying the dress across Anthea's lap, "for tonight" he said before leaning back and enjoying the rest of the car trip. When they reached their destination Anthea was dressed and angry, she hid it behind a mask of gentility but Mycroft knew she was furious at him. Sighing he grinned, relishing the fact that he was safe from her wrath, for now.
Apart from Anthea's ever present anger towards him, Mycroft's evening was pleasant enough. When he said pleasant he meant as pleasant as these events could be but he'd rather be anywhere else. Despite that the evening did prove productive and was soon over.
The next day Mycroft found a photo sitting underneath a smashed Blackberry. A message in Anthea's hand placed on top. "Don't you ever pull a stunt like that on me again, if you do I will be forced to kill. 'Anthea'" it read. Chucking Mycroft sat down, placing the Blackberry and photo into his briefcase; he'd keep them as a memento of his first true exercise of power but also as a reminder that his assistant was not to be trifled with.