Hello everyone

To The consulting Panda, yes we are defiantly going to see more of John. The Johnlock bits will start in the next chapter(!) which I am very excited about. They are just friends though for the time being but hopefully that will change in the immanent future….

This is going to be another boring filter chapter and will contain only little bit of Sherlock but I felt that this chapter was necessary. If I can get enough work done tomorrow then I may post another chapter

I was also wondering if people would PM me or write a review if you want me to write a chapter that will slot in just before this chapter (or possibly after this chapter) explaining what happened between Mycroft and the unnamed boy at Holmes Manor.

Chapter 4: All is not well

Location: Holmes manor and

Rating: T (one swear word )

Date: 02/02/10

When Sherlock arrived at the restaurant with his mother, he was shocked to find his brother and father already sitting down talking.

"Sherlock. Sit down. Grab a menu and decide what you want because Mycroft and I have already ordered." His father said to him

Sherlock quickly scanned the menu picking a dish at random and ordering it before even looking at his brother properly. When he did mange to catch a look at his brother's face, he was mortified. He had at least 10 stitches in the cut above his eyebrow and his eye was going a rather ugly blue-black colour already. He looked awful.

"Now, I have already spoken to Mycroft about what is going to happen but I though I should clarify it with the rest of the family." Percival said, trying to keep his voice down as he delved into the subject further, "we are not going to talk about what happened last night ever again! As far as everyone is concerned, yesterday never happened. Everything is going to go back to how it was before so that we can live normal lives. Mycroft will never see that... boy again and if he does... Well he has already been warned of the consequences."

"What does that even mean?" Sherlock interrupted, "So we just act like Mycroft doesn't like guys? Is Mycroft meant to just pretend to like girls to please you?"

"Keep your bloody voice down, boy!" Percival muttered giving his son a stare that was not meant to be questioned, "Mycroft has informed me that he will do as I say without arguing and the same goes for you, young man. It's just one of those phases that some people go through. In years to come he will think it was just a stupid teenage crush and he will be married to a lovely young women who will have children to carry on the family name..."

"But father, it's not that simple. Scientist have even proven that most people who go through what you call a 'phase' are letting out the same normal chemicals that are produced just the when a heterosexual couple fall in love. "

"Now you are to listen to me and you are not going to argue with what I am going to say. Son, you have to understand that this is not right, not natural. What is the point in being put on this earth if you are just going to fuck someone from the same sex just for pleasure when we are put onto this earth to breed so that the human population can increase. So, we are going to eat our meal like a normal family and this subject will never be spoken about again. Do you hear me?"

Both boys nodded and Arabella just placed a hand on her husband's arm, letting him know that she supported him. The meal was pretty much consumed in silence after their little argument and Sherlock was finding it very hard to keep his mouth shut when he totally disagreed with his father. Sherlock did not fully understand the concept of love in which normal 11 year olds would but he knew how the body reacted to such stimulus. Dopamine is released into the body. The body reacts by increasing the heart rate, making the pupils dilate, causing a rush of blood to the skin and then serotonin is released causing obsessive type behavior to occur.

All of it seemed pretty simple to Sherlock. Mycroft had clearly displayed all of those signs and he could not just simply turn them off because his father said so. This body would just not let him. So why was Mycroft accepting everything that his father said to him.

After the meal, they all went home in separate cars, arriving back to their house in a very short amount of time. Sherlock could not see any bags around the house so he assumed that the rest of the family had either gone home or was staying in a near by hotel. His parents went straight up to their separate offices and were making their excuses about meetings etc. leaving the boys alone in the house until their nanny came to look after them.

By this time, Sherlock could not stop thinking about what had happen over the past few days. His brain kept going over the facts again and again and again until Sherlock couldn't stand it anymore. He jumped off his bed and walked out of his bedroom, headed for his brother's room, which was just down the hall from his own.

When he got closer to the room he could hear muttered voices.

"Babe listen father has gone mental. I can't see you again..."

"Yeah I know but..."

"I don't know... He's threatening to send me to boarding school if I don't listen to what he is telling me..."

Sherlock moved closer trying to hear exactly why was being said.

"Babe I know. I love you too but I really can't risk it. Even calling you is dangerous enough. I think my dad might have put a microphone on me. I know he has defiantly put GPS on me so he knows where I am so, I can't. I just can't"

The floorboard that Sherlock was gently placing his foot onto squeaked ever so quietly but he knew that his brother had heard it. And just like that the phone call ended.

"Sherlock what do you want." Damn Sherlock thought as he entered his brother's very organised bedroom.

"Why are you letting father boss you around?"

"Well I know your not one for small talk, much like myself but your not even going I say hello?"

"I don't want to repeat myself Mycroft. Just answer the question."

"I will take that as a no then... Because he knows what's best Sherlock. He knows more about the world than I care to admit and just maybe... He's right for once. If I can just keep my head down at school and concentrate on my studies then I might be able to do well in life. I don't need to get into a complicated relationship with someone who completely confuses me just so that I can feel some kind of emotional attachment to them that I cannot with anyone else."

"Your starting to sound like father. Don't you give a damn about free will, about being able to do what you want to do, not what father wants. Wait a minute did you just say that you did all this for the thrill of it?"

"Sherlock you are too young to understand any of this... No buts. Yes I started the… relationship hoping to feel something different, which I did. You might call it my own little experiment which, had very successful results but you don't understand the implications of being with a… guy. I can't just risk the family's happiness for my… sentimental attachments. So Sherlock, can you please just leave me alone."

"So, you're either going to try and ignore the results of your experiment or you're just going to try and fall-in love with a girl?"

"No Sherlock as I have already said, I am not looking for an emotional connection with anyone. Male or female. And as you have just assumed that I am gay I would like to inform you that I have feelings for.. Both genders… so getting with a girl wouldn't be as hard for me as you seem to think."

"Oh right... I just assumed... This is awkward. I'm going to leave."

Sherlock left the room just as abruptly as he had entered. Slamming the door behind him as he went. Although the conversation had answered a few of Sherlock's question, he still did not understand the situation fully. It has been proven that you can't just tell your body to stop reacting that way for someone so how could Mycroft just ignore his body so easily after clearly being very close to that boy for at least 6 months. Maybe he just didn't like him as much as he wished he did and everything was just an act or maybe he had very good self control (although that theory was quickly dismissed by the fact that it was obvious that Mycroft had quickly consented to going further than just kissing with this boy judging by the redness of the marks on his neck which Sherlock had later found out were called love bites/ hickies)

When he returned back to his room Sherlock looked at his phone hoping that Molly had possibly replied to his text about an experiment on brick residue. He had 4 messages.

1 from Molly

1 from Anastasia

And 2 from Greg

He opened the one from Annie, quickly dismissing it as he received messages from her about the same thing pretty much everyday. Molly

He then went on to open Molly's message. She said she would come round in 10 minutes. Great. At least that would take his mind of the problems with Mycroft.

He then thought about ignoring the messages from Greg because they usually only told him that Molly was coming over and that he expected her home by 10. But after yesterday's little conversation, he decided to read them.

"M said that she comin over soon. Mind if I tag along? Wanna speak to Myc bout some Latin work." GL

Myc? Why the bloody hell was Greg lestrade calling his brother myc? Sherlock realised that he couldn't really stop him from coming over to see Mycroft because it was his house as well and if he needed to talk about school then it was clearly important.

He read the second message.

"Bringin lots of treats to cheer him up. Make sure that it's a surprise ;)

Well this will be very entertaining Sherlock thought.

20 minutes later, both Molly and Greg arrived at Holmes manor with enough food to feed a small army.

"Mycroft! Sherlock! Some people are here at the door for you." Mrs. Van Hooven, their new nanny called.

"Coming" Sherlock replied

"Not coming. I did not expect any company so I will be staying in my room." Mycroft replied sternly not wishing to talk to anyone.

Sherlock however ran down the stairs willingly, managing to get down the stairs before Greg and Molly had even had the chance to enter the living room.

"Mycroft is refusing to come out of his room. He just broke up with his boyfriend so I think he will appreciate all the food. He comfort eats when he is depressed." Sherlock said whilst dragging Molly and Greg up the stairs and towards Mycroft's room. When they reached his room, Sherlock didn't even try and knock and instead just barged into his brother's room.

"Sherlock! Get out now! Before I hire and assassin to kill you!" Mycroft shouted, getting off his bed and throwing a pillow at his brother. "You know the rule Sherlock. You must knock before entering. That's why I have a door! What if I was changing?"

"I know that but the door is stupid. If I knock you will just lock the door so I can't get in. That's why I don't bother with the whole process of knocking." Sherlock mentioned, siting down on his brothers bed while Greg and Molly just stood in the doorway.

"Hi. Well... Molly's just here to play with Sherlock.. So... Here she is." Greg muttered suddenly feeling rather embarrassed just standing in his classmate's room. He went to turn and go out but he felt a hand on his wrist but it quickly let go. Molly was eying him nervously, not wanting him to leave so soon. Sherlock's older brother still scared her after knowing him for many years now. He just had this sense of authority that hypnotized her into feeling very self conscious about the way she behaved with Sherlock. It was like he was looking down at her and judging her simply by how she looked.

"I know you are here to talk to me about… what happened yesterday. It's very obvious. Just say what you want to say and then we can pretend that you have no clue as to who I am or what happened here yesterday." Mycroft stated firmly.

"Well Sherlock..."

"Yes I know. Sherlock told you what happen. And no he didn't tell me that he told you. He doesn't really understand the concept of a secret so its obvious he would tell you."

"So... I just came to check that you were...ok?"

"And why do you care?! You have never spoken to me before so why do you want to speak to me all of a sudden?"

"Am I not allowed to care? We have known each other for.. What..3 years now and you have been my Latin partner for the same amount of time. We speak everyday in Latin, all be it only about Latin and school work but its still talking. I thought we had a kind of… understanding."

"That still isn't a very good reason for you to give a damn about me?"

"Well I know what you are going through. I can sympathize with what you are feeling and I thought I could help but I can see that you are just the stuck up prat that I thought you were when we first met." Greg looked at him with such a piercing look that Mycroft felt as if Greg was analysising everything about him in one quick look. Then turned around to open the door.

"That was an impressive speech that you just gave but you got one thing wrong. You have no clue about how I feel and you never will because we are two totally different people. WE…. HAVE… NOTHING… IN…COMMON!"

"Oh so the fact that we are both like guys isn't a common interest is it? Because I think it is. I also think that the fact that both of our parents went ballistic when they found out is also a common factor. We have a lot more in common then you realize, Mr. Smart Arse." Greg shouted at Mycroft feeling more annoyed by the second that the boy in front of him would not admit that he needed help or at least someone to talk to.

Everyone stood still, shocked by the older boys words. Of course both Molly and Sherlock knew that Greg was gay but the fact that he had said everything so truthfully considering that not many people knew about Greg's sexuality shocked the pair. They never thought that Greg would want to reveal his sexuality, let alone to Mycroft Holmes.

"Oh... I don't know what to say... Shit.. Damn... Sorry." But that was the bit of the conversation that shocked Sherlock the most. In all of his life he had never known his brother to apologise without their parents telling him too. "I would never have guessed that you were... Gay. You hang around with so many girls though. You can't be. I can't believe that I managed to get such an important fact about someone wrong. That's never happened before." Mycroft said both stuttering and shocked.

"Well maybe this will teach you a lesson in how to be less cocky. And yes I am defiantly gay although you most defiantly are not JUST gay. Probably bi."

"Did Sherlock tell you that?" Mycroft complained, turning around to stare at his little brother. "He seems to have revealed a lot to you about me in what he believes was a very short conversation."

"Nope. I suppose people call it a gay-dar. I think you would be shocked at how many people in our school are gay." Greg mentioned, passing his hands through his hair once he finished, briefly smiling at the taller boy looking at him straight in the eyes.

"I bet I would. Its not really something that I have paid much attention to in the past." Mycroft said, looking Greg up and down trying to gain as much information from the boy as possible, smiling slightly as he did so.

"Ahmmmm…. Sherlock come on. I don't think I can watch this any longer. This is exactly what Greg does when he is chatting to his boyfriend on the phone. He puts his hand through his hair and goes 'babe, I love you so much and next time you are round here... blah blah blah.' Its really awful and… romantic." Molly begged, grabbing Sherlock's arm and yanking him out of the room.

Sherlock however really wanted to listen to their conversation. Greg was nice in a kind of… ok way and Mycroft seemed to feel the same way. It was weird seeing Mycroft acting so friendly towards one of his classmates and he wanted to learn more because Mycroft had only ever had one friend throughout his whole school life, Amelia but she was different. She was nice. Unfortunately Molly made it impossible for him to listen to the conversation by dragging him out of the room and into his own.

Greg suddenly stood very still. He was alone, in a room, with Mycroft Holmes. The boy who, despite his cold personality and weird behavior, could turn him into a hot ball of nerves in a matter of seconds and this occurred regularly in Latin although most of the time he had managed to cover it up pretty well. He could tell from Mycroft's previous statement that he thought that Greg only spoke to him to be polite because their parents were friends. He couldn't be more wrong even if he tried. Mycroft was intimidating, well at least that how he felt in Latin. He wasn't used to being in the presence of someone who thought that they were smarter or better then he was and this unnerved him. He was used to people watching him in awe as he scored goal after goal in football matches or managed to ace his GCSE's unlike the rest of the football team. But Mycroft was not like the others. He was different and this intrigued him.

"So… you have a boyfriend." Mycroft asked, not minding at all that that was most probably the case, he just needed to start a conversation with him. He knew Greg Lestrade could get whoever he set his eyes on so he knew that he didn't have to worry about flirting and what not something that he had only recently become comfortable with doing.

"Yeah… we've been dating for a few months now. He doesn't go to our school so I don't think you will know of him."

"Cool…" Mycroft muttered feeling the tension rising in the room as each second past. Why hadn't he stopped Sherlock from leaving him alone in a room with Greg Lestrade, the big football sensation? The boy wasn't particularly horrible like some at his friends from the football team but he didn't particularly like him enough to make small talk. Mycroft looked down at the floor wondering whether he should ask him if he wants a drink or food or something but he let the thought slip out of his mind when he saw Greg looking at him, and then smiled.

"So… I also came round here to talk about Latin I just didn't want to just turn up and be like 'hey we rarely talk but I need your help'." Greg joked hoping to bring a smile to the depressed face that was looking at him. Yes. Result. Mycroft smiled a nice but brief smile. "I just don't really… get Latin this year. Before it was ok that's why I chose it as one of my options but this year… I think that it's really crappy and annoying."

"Mmm… so what do you want me to do for you?"

"Well I was wondering if you could tutor me or something. I just really need the help. If I don't get a good grade then my dad will murder me and you're the best person in our class at Latin so I thought that you would might consider helping me out. It helps that we know each other as well but not well enough to get mocked about not being comfortable with the subject."

"Yes. Of course. My parents would go mental if I reclined your proposal so I suppose I have to. When do you have football practice?" Mycroft asked getting straight to the object in question.

"Everyday before school I have fitness training, Monday, Wednesday and Friday I have circuits afterschool and Sunday I have matches."

"Ok well… I suppose we could do Tuesday's and Thursday's afterschool for a few hours at a time depending on what you want to do in each session?"

"Yeah that sounds cool. Thanks. Are you sure you are ok with this?"

"Yes, of course. It's not too much hassle. It's a good way for me to revise as well which is always a good thing."

"Thanks again. You don't know how much I appreciate this."

"urmmmm… its ok. Well I will see you on Tuesday, afterschool. We can meet outside the school gates and we can go back to my place or yours. What ever you want."

"Yeah sounds good I was just wondering, as well, if you could help me with this week's homework while I am here? Oh, I nearly forgot. My parents sent these round." Greg said passing the bag over to Mycroft, "My parents have a tendency to over shop and we therefore have loads of spare food left over just sitting in the store cupboard. So my parents thought you might like some of it to cheer you up."

"Thanks. That's nice of them. Can you thank them on my behalf please? Its nice to know some cares." Mycroft muttered quickly hiding the bags in his walk in wardrobe before his parents or the nanny saw them. "Yes of course. We can eat some of the food in these bags too because this is way too much for one person to eat

"Yeah sounds great!" Greg said feeling slightly more relaxed in Mycroft's company. He got out his Latin books and started to explain what he didn't understand.

Molly and Greg left the Holmes estate at 10 o'clock that night after being fed up by Mrs. Van Hooven, talking about Latin homework and other hobbies other than football and finally watching a movie in which Sherlock and Mycroft, trying not to ruin the ending of the film for the others because they had only just realized that that was rude, wrote down the ending of the story before it had began and later revealing the correct answer once the movie had finished.

After that day, Greg was regularly at the Holmes estate firstly just for the allocated Latin sessions but then he started to come over whenever he was free. After a month or so it became normal for his parents to just assume that Greg was round Mycroft's when he was not at home or at football practice. At first they only studied Latin together and texted each other when Greg became extremely stuck on a particular set of homework tasks but after a few weeks, they started just hanging out together and doing other subjects which they had been given homework for.

One time Greg even invited Mycroft to watch a football match with him because most of his normal football buddies were busy with girlfriends or homework. At first Mycroft refused but after a lot of persuasion, Mycroft went with Greg, not particularly enjoying the game but feeling at ease in Greg's company because after all these months of "hanging out" he had managed to get into an easy friendship with the boy, much like the one he had with Amelia which had now been going strong for 15 years.

Amelia even managed to notice that Mycroft was preoccupied most of the time and never seemed to have time to hang out with her but she didn't mind at all even if she didn't know who the special person that was taking up so much of his time was. After all the tension that had been in the air at the Holmes manor recently, Mycroft deserved a break and really didn't need his best friend having a go at him because he had another friend. When Mycroft when off to hang out with Greg after school she just went over to one of her female friend's house.

However Sherlock did not like Mycroft spending all his time with Greg. Although he would never admit it, Sherlock loved it when his brother would interfere in one of his experiments that he was conducting with either Harry or Molly, telling him that it was so simple and that he should make it harder. But his brother seemed much happier than he was after 'the shouting incident' so he kept his mouth shut. He just wanted his brother to be happy and if Greg did this then he had to just cope with it.