A Truly Angelic Gentleman

Chapter 2: Hereditary

Along with being rational, Greg also liked to believe he was a sensible man. However, he started to reconsider that once he realized that just invited this supposed 'guardian angel' into his flat. The mysterious man was glancing about, taking in the room. Greg placed two cups of tea on the coffee table, offering Mycroft a seat. He took it politely.

"Okay, so… who exactly are you?" Greg murmured, taking his seat. Mycroft looked annoyed by the question.

"I've already told you who I am, twice now, but I'll tell you again and I'd appreciate it if you listened this time. I am Mycroft Holmes, your gu-" He was cut off.

"No, sorry. What I meant was… um…" He didn't really know what he meant, so he decided to go with a more chit-chat start off.

"So… your name's Holmes? I know a bloke with that name. He's a bit of a prat, mind you, but he's smart and helps out the force a bit. His boyfriend's nice enough, though. Keeps him in check." He started, laughing somewhat nervously. Mycroft sipped his tea.

"Yes. Sherlock's mentioned you before. He can be… a handful, at times, but that's how younger siblings are, I suppose."

Greg nearly spat out his tea. "Sorry, siblings? Does that mean he's-" Mycroft held up a hand to stop him.

"Yes, obviously. He doesn't pay very much attention to human interaction, though, so he tends to stand out quite a bit."

"So, is he John's… guardian angel?" He looked increasingly confused, receiving a smirk from Mycroft.

"Well done, Gregory." He said, taking another sip from his mug. Greg's eyebrows furrowed together.

"But then… is it okay for them to be… you know…" He bit his lip, not really sure on how to word the question.

"Relationships such as theirs don't happen very often, but they aren't exactly frowned upon, so long as the angel remains their guardian, even if they are no longer needed. It is a common misconception that we consider two males together a sin." He stated a matter-of-factly, folding his hands together in his lap.

"So John knows that he's his guardian?" Mycroft simply nodded. Cocking his head slightly, he raised an eyebrow at Greg. "You have more questions."

"Yeah," Greg muttered, running his fingers through his silver hair, "Um… how am I supposed to know you really are an angel?" Mycroft's brow quirked somewhat cockily. "Was that molten pile of gas in front of your flat not enough proof for you?" he asked sarcastically before nodding towards the window, "But if you are still not convinced, take a look now."

Greg stood and peered out the window, gasping at the sight. The star had disappeared and there was no evidence that it had ever been there in the first place. When he turned back, mouth agape, Mycroft had a smug grin on his face.

"Next question?"