Authors Note: This chapter is more Mystrade than Johnlock. I wanted to establish what was happening between Greg and Mycroft so that I can write Sherlock's reactions towards it and how that changes him and John as a couple.
Sherlock turned and glared at his brother. "What?" He demanded.
"Gregrory likes me, Sherlock." Mycroft replied with a grin.
Greg Lestrade had always interested Mycroft Holmes. Mycroft had always had a small crush on the brunette but he had never told anybody. The two boys shared a few classes together and had spoken on no more than four occassions. Not that Mycroft would ever admit to keeping count. Mycroft watched Greg closely and had always thought he was hiding something but just what was always a mystery, until now. Now everything made sense to Mycroft. The way Greg acted around him, the fighting and beating up other gay kids. Greg was a puzzle he had finally managed to solve. Sherlock, however, was having none of it.
"What the fuck Myc?! Why are you smiling? He's a massive nobhead!" Sherlock was shouting as Mycroft sighed and started his car again.
He began to drive, ignoring the comments coming from his left. Sherlock could shout and swear all he liked but Mycroft didn't care. When they arrived back home Sherlock groaned loudly and got out the car slamming the door behind him as he stromed away. Mycroft watched with a frown. He knew explaining to Sherlock just how he felt about Greg would end with World War Three, but he had to try.
He got out, locked his car and walked into the house where John was still sat on the sofa looking thorougly confused as Sherlock paced back and forth explaining what had happened.
"Sherlock, John needs to go home now." Mycroft said calmly. Both Sherlock and John frowned at him but John then nodded.
"I really should be going home.. I'll see you tomorrow Sherlock?"
Sherlock nodded then walked John to the door. Mycroft sat down and waited for his brothers return.
John pulled on his coat ready to leave Sherlock's house for the second time in one day and smiled. "Don't kill your brother after I leave will you?" He chuckled.
Sherlock grunted.
"Your brother is a nice guy, at least try and get along."
Sherlock shrugged his shoulders and John chuckled again before kissing his cheek lightly. "See you tomorrow."
"Yeah." Sherlock blushed as he watched John walk away. He shut the door and took a deep breath. Mycroft was going to get it now.
Sherlock marched back into the living room expecting some form of explanation. "Why were you smiling? Why does Greg liking you make you smile?!"
Mycroft sighed. "Sit down Sherlo-"
"But why does he-"
"Sit."
Sherlock pouted but did as he was told. Mycroft leaned forwards in his chair and looked at Sherlock.
"You know me and Gregory share classes together, right Sherlock?"
Sherlock nodded.
"Well, in the few years I have known him... I.. well.. I have um.."
"Just spit it out Mycroft!" Sherlock scowled already knowing where this conversation was heading.
"I have grown to like Gregory Lestrade."
Sherlock gritted his teeth.
"I know that it is hard for you to understand but he is a lovely, clever and handsome boy."
"Who beat up John for being gay!" Sherlock retorted. "He's a homophobic dick!"
Mycroft sat back in his chair calmly. "Can you not understand why he was doing it Sherlock? Put yourself in his shoes, you either hide and fight.. or you tell the truth and get bullied everyday, beaten up and become lonely. I do not condone his actions but I can understand them and in time I will learn to forgive him."
Clenching his fists, Sherlock began shouting again. "How the hell can you forgive him?" He grumbled and stormed out. "I'm going to John's."
"Sherlock wait!" Mycroft ran after Sherlock.
"What?!" Sherlock snapped again.
"I.. please.. I know you like John but .. you only met a few days ago! I've known Gregory for years. He's not how he seems. I'm sure of it." Mycroft stared at his brother, begging him to keep calm.
"No. He's homophobic. No. I'm going." Sherlock walked out, slamming the front door behind him.
Mycroft stood in his hallway not knowing what to think. He wanted to find Gregory more than anything but he also wanted go after Sherlock. He loved his brother and hated arguing but on the other hand, Sherlock needed time to cool off. Mycroft decided that he definitely had time to find Greg.
He pulled on his coat and climbed in the car. For the whole twenty minute journey Mycroft was going over conversations in his head, wondering what on earth he could say. When he pulled up outside Gregs house, Mycroft took a few deep breaths and then left the car to knock on the front door. Greg answered and sighed.
"What. The. Hell. Fuck off, Mycroft."
"Gregory.. please. Sherlock isn't here. I just want to talk."
"Talk about what? You wanna make fun of me? For being fucking gay." Greg scowled.
"Gregory, you don't understand. I know you like me... but.. I like you too." Mycroft turned pink and backed away slightly.
Greg stared at him. "You think this is funny? Like its some sort of joke?"
"What? No!" Mycroft pleaded. "I mean it. And I know how hard it must have been .. hiding. But, you dont have to anymore. Just.. let's talk. I'll drive us somewhere."
Greg was overwhelmed. He didn't know what to think. He'd always secretly wanted Mycroft to find out but now it had happened it actually scared him. He didnt know what to do. But really.. what harm could one car ride do?
Greg nodded and followed Mycroft to his car.
Sherlock had left home angrier than he had been in a while. He rang John and invited himself over after explaining the whole situation. When he arrived and knocked on the door he was greeted by Alice Watson.
"Oh.. hello Mrs Watson."
"Hello." She smiled warmly at Sherlock and opened the door for him. "You must be Sherlock. John is upstairs."
"Thank you." He smiled and walked past quickly eager to see John. Alice returned to cleaning the kicthen.
As soon as he was out of sight of Alice, Sherlock ran and clenched his fists. He found his way upstairs then paused. He didn't have a clue which door to go through.
"John..?" He called out and John appeared on the landing, smiling and blushing.
"You didn't kill Mycroft then?"
"No.. But I'm going to." Sherlock replied with a huff and followed John to his room. As soon as John had shut the door behind then, Sherlock was admiring the bedroom.
Each and every inch of the walls were covered in posters and photographs. There was a single bed in one corner, a desk, a wardrobe and a guitar. It wasn't a messy room but it sure wasnt as tidy as Sherlock's. He walked over and sat on the chair by John's desk and smiled.
"You have a lovely room.. and house. And mother."
John chuckled. "Thanks Sher."
"She knew my name.. you told her about me?"
"Of course I did! When I told her I was.. well, y'know."
Sherlock grinned and then spent the next two hours moaning about Mycroft. John just giggled and listened closely to every word.
The car was silent as it pressed on down a narrow country lane. Greg didn't have a clue where Mycroft was taking them but Mycroft had insisted that he wasn't lost. Suddenly, Mycroft took a left and up ahead Greg saw a small lake and park.
"Not many people know this place is here. Here we can talk privately." Mycroft said as he pulled up and turned the engine off.
Greg smiled slightly. "This place looks nice."
"I used to come here a lot as a kid. Nowadays I only come when I need to calm down or think."
"Or talk." Greg added. Mycroft nodded. "What is there to talk about though?"
"A lot Gregory. I like you, you like me. But no one else knows about your sexuality. If they did, you would be beaten up. Just like you beat up John Watson."
Greg turned in his seat to get a better look at Mycroft. "Now look, I never hit John. Not once. Earlier today, Nathan forced me after I tried to stop them all. I never actually touched him before!"
Mycroft furrowed his brows. "You promise?"
"I promise! Johns a good kid.. and cute. I would never punch him maliciously."
Mycroft blinked. "He is also three years younger than you and he is probably going to be my brother's boyfriend soon."
Greg chuckled. "They make a cute couple."
"They do. I am happy for Sherlock. But.. enough about him and John, we're here to talk about you and me."
"Y-you and me?"
"You know what I mean." Mycroft smiled and got out the car, Greg followed swiftly.
Mycroft pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one then chucked them Gregs way.
"You.. smoke?" Greg asked as he took one and lit up.
"Yes. It helps me think." Mycroft took a long drag and walked over to a bench.
He sat down and patted the space next to him waiting for Greg to join him. Greg followed once more.
"So you actually like me Mycroft?"
"More than you realise. I have for a few years."
Greg grinned to himself and took another drag. They sat smoking for a few minutes before Mycroft finally cleared his throat.
"You like me Gregory, but... Are you wanting a relation from me? Sex? Or.. what?"
Greg blushed. Hed imagined both a relationship and sex with Mycroft Holmes many times before. He wanted nothing more than to hold hands, kiss, watch films together and cuddle on the sofa. All the things couples do. But he also wanted to be fucked against a desk, against a wall, to be sucked off by the red-heads polite mouth, to not be able to walk for a week beacause of Mycroft Holmes. He started to blush deeply as he realised Mycroft was still waiting for an answer.
"Well... I um.. Myc.. I..."
"Yes?"
"I have thought about a relationship and.. the other thing.. a lot." Greg moved away slightly on the bench.
"The.. other thing?"
"You know... Sex..."
Mycroft was now a deep shade of red. "I.. s-see.."
Silence fell again as the two pondered their thoughts. Greg was still blushing as he remebered everything he had imagined in the past and Mycroft was smiling, imagining new things with Gregory. Both teens glanced at each other and smiled weakly.
"So..." Greg tried.
"So.." Mycroft repeated. "You uh.. want to go on a date?"
