Letters from SA - A Mystrade Story

by sherlockandpsychicpaper

Greg was classed as one of those boys who would never amount to much, he partied, drunk, played football and was a typical jock, but underneath all of this is a boy who loved to learn. Mycroft is the quiet outside that no one but the teachers realise that he is there, he likes to study, doesn't understand the fascination with alcohol-it tastes and smells horrible.

The school year had started out as any other, boring and filled with work. Christmas had come and gone and the school was getting ready for the Valentine's Day disco that was to be held in a couple of weeks, there was the usual rush to find dates and matching outfits that would look 'so cute' together but for Greg Lestrade it was different, because two weeks before the announcement of the disco he had received an anonymous letter, a letter that had read:

Dear,

Greg

I have been noticing you more and more lately, when you walk into a room my eyes follow you, I see you everywhere, your laughter lights up my day I wish you would see me, at least notice me, this is for you I know that they are your favourites.

-Your Secret Admirer

And with this note came a small piece of paper and on it was drawn a tulip, they were right tulips were his favourite flowers, there meaning made them even more special to him, because tulips signify undying love. But nobody knew this about him, he kept this hidden from everyone if anyone knew big, bold Greg's favourite flowers were something a soppy as tulips, he shuddered to think what would be said, he can remember the rumours that were said when he came out as gay, and although nobody said anything to his face after he beat Dick (better known as Richard Pilkins) to a bloody mess after he had the nerve to say he wasn't fit to play football because 'fags' only kick bent, Greg knew the all about the gossip that went on behind his back. So who in the world could know this about him? And would they tell anyone about it?