7 new you
Holding on to his resolution Greg drove through the streets. He was a man on a mission. He just hopes Mycroft won't get mad or hold it against him. The thing is Greg can't really be worried about that. He set out to do this and he will. Mycroft is his life, his love, his best friend, his partner. Mycroft is his number one priority.
Ever since Sherrinford he and Mycroft started to focus on them and Mycroft specifically, to deal with this to change old habits and start new, a 'new you' as Greg called it. A Mycroft who would focus on himself and his happiness more.
The car slowly came to a stop in front of the small house, the wine red, or whatever colour that is, a contrast to the green trees and grass. It looked like a postcard or an ideal candidate for a puzzle.
Greg switched the car off and got out, his back straight and in 'detective' mode.
The door opened on the first knock.
"Greg?" The confusion was clear in her voice.
"Mummy...sorry for the unexpected visit I'll be quick."
"Is everything alright? Is Sherlock okay?" Greg bit down on his lip, she asked about Sherlock, not Mycroft, knowing that he is Mycroft's partner.
"Sherlock is fine, I'm here about Mycroft."
"Greg..."
"Can I come in, I don't want to do this in the doorway." She must have seen something on his face because she just nodded and stepped aside.
Greg walked in till he was standing in the middle of the living room. He waited till both Mummy and Father were sitting before he started.
"I'm so angry at both of you I don't even know where to start...first of all, how dare you both be angry with Mycroft and hold him accountable? Where's your accountability? Why didn't you step up all those years ago when your daughter killed a boy, burn down your house and hurt your sons? Why didn't you take care of her, instead of leaving it to an outsider...
"How could you allow Mycroft to take all the responsibility on his small fourteen year shoulders...and then years later blame him! He always always put this family first, he had to deal with a brother who lost his childhood memory, a brother who turned to drugs to cope, a brother who insulted, belittled him and resented him at every opportunity. A brother who would hurt him physically when he was high...he had to search for his brother in den houses hoping he wasn't too late, he tried to keep this family together and still be the boy you wanted him to be.
"How dare you call him limited when he was the one who had to find ways to protect his sister, knowing she is a murder, protect his brother, knowing he was hated, protect his family, knowing that sacrifices and secrets will destroy him when in the open. He has to protect this entire country from terrorism, and every other threat. Where were you when he struggled, where were you when he needed someone to believe in him, to tell it will be okay, to tell him that he was just a man, trying his best? Where were you when he tried to get his own brother to kill, so John could live, knowing that he meant nothing to Sherlock, that he would rather have a friend than a brother! Where were you when Sherlock was in hospital nearly beaten to death by his best friend and when he was in hospital, shot by his best friend's wife. Mycroft was the one there, the one worried about his brother but unable to do anything cause Sherlock hates him. Where were you in all of this and Mycroft was all alone!"
His voice was hoarse and he was close to tears trying to keep his emotions in check. He took a breath and looked at them, both speechless and staring at him.
"I'm telling you now, I love Mycroft and he is my family and number one priority and I am done seeing him hurt and broken by the hands if his own family if you're not going to try and amend your relationship with him and forgive him, don't contact him." With that, he wiped his eyes.
"I'll be going now...thank you for your time." His voice was soft his shoulders sagged and his footsteps heavy as he walked out, leaving the two people in the room. He said more than he was supposed to, he said things they weren't supposed to know, but he was just so angry.
He drove home in silence, he felt better now that he got to say a few things to the parents, he just hoped what he said will sink in and they will step up to the plate and be the parents they were supposed to.
When he got home Mycroft was already there and was in the kitchen making dinner. He looked up to see Greg, the smile dying on his lips.
"Gregory? Are you okay?" He stopped what he was doing and walked to Greg who held his arms open and pulled him close.
"I'm fine. I'm with you."
(PerfumedRose)
