That moment when...
(Series of Sherlock one-shots that keep playing on my mind)
That moment when ouch.
Mystrade {woohoo}
Mycroft's pov
I had always enjoyed watching people in pain; when Sherlock had redbeard taken away from him, I found it oddly amusing. This lead me to believe that I was, at least partially, nefarious. I believe that in a person two traits are the best, intelligence and the ability to cut oneself of from the rest of the world, I have always prided myself on having these values. However as my dear brother, Sherlock, drew further away from me I started to notice the feelings I truly had for him. At the time, having feelings for the one person I had associated with my whole life didn't seem that worrying to me, after all he was my brother. It was when a certain Gregory Lestrade knocked on my door that I began to worry.
"Umm hello you must be Mr Holmes? Sherlocks brother," he asked
"Oh dear lord, whats he done this time?" I replied knowing that my brother had probably got himself into any sort of trouble.
"Well, he's kinda gone missing and we think he may have gone to a drug den as he did earlier in the month. You don't happen to know of any places he could be do you?" Lestrade asked.
"Do come in." I said with a sigh.
My first encounter Lestrade was, too most, pretty ordinary. However, if you are me and you can usually only spend exactly eight minuets fifty two seconds talking to some one, my thirty minuet discussion with Gregory seemed strange. It had to be just two weeks later, when I met with him again. This encounter was rather brief just a quick "hello" as we passed one another. As the days passed, it became harder and harder to get the detective off my mind. My constant digressions caused my work to slip, not that any of my fellow workers noticed, I myself would not believe it until my little brother pointed it out.
"What's wrong with you brother dear?" Sherlock asked during our chess game.
"Absolutely nothing." I replied smiling.
"I just beat you at backgammon, twice. I know for a fact that when you are your full self I cannot possibly beat you." He said
"Fine, I can't get Gregory of my mind." I said feeling extremely embarrassed.
"Who?" My brother questioned causing me to giggle.
"Detective Lestrade.." I muttered
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahhahaha oh dear lord. Mycroft is feeling emotion this is brilliant."
"Shut up,"
"I have always beloved that emotion would slow me down, thank you for the final proof. Check mate." So that's when I left.
What if Sherlock was right? Is he right? I have to straighten myself out. No, I can't deny it any more. I flew out of my door and down the street to Greg's house. Tentatively, I knocked on his door. A few long moments later it flew open and he was stood in front of me.
"Mycroft" he whispered.
"Greg, I think I'm in love with you. It's scary and it hurts." I mumbled.
"Oh Mycroft I love you too." He said
I felt amazing like no-one was as lucky as me.
"Oh no you don't." I heard the unmistakable voice of John behind me before everything went black.