Our souls collided before we met
Part 2
Chapter 2
A journey begins
Author's note: Part 2 is solely based on Mycroft's coma induced dream.
There will be parts separated by paragraphs of reality where Mycroft would be in the hospital surrounded by his family.
Mycroft was staring at Greg as if he stepped out from a dream into real life.
"Well it is nice to meet you Mycroft. Hey I know, this means you're the right guy to talk about these things, to explain to me all of this and show me around. I'll admit Sobek here has reawakened my interest in animals, gods and mummies."
Mycroft has never been this excited to share and talked about his work and exhibition before, and everyone knows, he is always excited and ready to talk about it. He nodded.
"Gladly, do you have time?"
"Yeah…not really but for you I'll make it, come on, guide me oh wise one…" Greg played as they started walking, Mycroft couldn't help but to laugh at that and was pleasantly surprised to find Greg waiting patiently as he started walking with the cane.
"So you said you were interested in mummies as a child?"
"Yeah, there was this movie 'The Mummy' it is very old like in the twenties or something but it had Boris Karloff, who let's face it is amazing, even as Frankenstein, anyway, my mom, she banned me from watching it, but I snuck out once and watch it and it was my favourite." Mycroft listened as he talked as they walked, whereas he usually struggled with conversation, Greg made it so effortless.
"Oh I remember that one; it is one of my favourites too, the sequels and adaptions didn't really live up to the first one, though but that inspired me to do this."
They spent the following ten minutes at each artefact with Mycroft explaining it all to Greg, who was genuinely interested in everything Mycroft had to say. They were about halfway when a loud whistle sounded through the room, Greg turned to see one of his colleagues waving at him.
"Oh…damn…I got to go." Greg said as he looked back and he looked really upset with the idea, Mycroft thought it strange.
"I understand I took up more of your time that what was necessary." Greg smiled and turned around to walk away when he stopped and run back.
"Would you like to meet up….you know talk more about this….we still have half the exhibition to go?" He asked shyly, his eyes filled with hope and there was no way Mycroft could say no, nothing in him wanted to say no.
"Yes. Anytime you want, I'm here most days anyway until the grand opening, and if I'm not on the floor between the artefacts, I'm in my office, you can ask for me at the main information desk." Greg's smile broadened.
"Yeah? That's awesome, I'll do that." He held out his hand to shake Mycroft's hand and Mycroft was glad for the opportunity to touch him again.
"Tomorrow, ten maybe?" Greg asked biting his lower lip.
"Ten is fine, I'll be here." Mycroft replied, he couldn't wait for ten already.
"Enjoy your day Greg."
"Same to you and say bye to Sobek for me." Mycroft watch as Greg made his way over to his colleagues, smiling at something the man was saying, he was mad that Greg took a break without permission. Greg didn't seem bothered.
Mycroft made his way back to his office, one of his colleagues were standing in the hallway, a slight smile on his lips.
"Seems like an interesting fellow?"
"Yeah, he does."
"He seems interested – in a lot of things the museum has to offer." He smirked and replied with a twinkle before he walked away. Mycroft's mouth fell open in shock. If ever there was a sentence with a double meaning….
The next day Mycroft walked around the exhibition, it was nearing completion and he wanted to make sure everything was done properly; the fact that he made sure it was close to ten was a pure coincidence. They may have agreed, but there was no certainty that he would show up and was just being nice.
He stopped when he reached Sobek, his mind automatically remembering yesterday, as he turned he couldn't help but to smile. Greg was walking towards him. Mycroft looked at his watch, it was 9:50. Interesting… Strange, he uses that word a lot around Greg, even his colleague...
"Hey." Greg greeted when he was close.
"Good morning Greg." He walked a bit closer to Greg, leaning heavily on the cane. Greg noticed and his smile faltered, replaced by concern.
"Are you okay? You look a bit pale."
"I'm fine thank you, my leg is just sore, some days it's good, some days it's bad, I guess today is a bad day." Mycroft said and walked towards the little bench, he really needed to sit down.
"Do you have meds? Is there anything you can take?" Greg asked as he followed him to the bench.
"Yes. I took some about half an hour ago; it will kick in soon, hopefully." Mycroft replied and to his surprise Greg helped him to sit down and then sat down next to him.
"Cool, we can watch Sobek until your meds kick in, oh by the way, it is my day off, so we can spend the whole day together if you'd like." Mycroft liked the idea; he turned to Greg and noticed that he wasn't wearing his uniform, without the uniform and permission he wasn't supposed to be in here… not a civilian. He never thought about it yesterday, he was just eager to see him again.
"How did you get in?" He blurted out.
"I walked in…" Greg replied, frowning slightly.
"Without your uniform, it is a restricted area." Mycroft explained further.
"Oh…I went to the main info desk, showed them my badge and said I had a lunch date with you, but wanted to surprise you, so she let me in, she is quite a romantic couldn't wait to let me in."
Mycroft mouth fell open as he spoke, he said date and surprising him, that the women who let him in is a romantic. He didn't even think about how the security was a bit slacking as they just let him walk passed, then again, if they didn't he wouldn't be here.
"She is…wait…did you said date..?" Mycroft asked. Greg nodded laughing.
"Yeah…you me…mummies…oh and lunch…I did say lunch..." Greg replied sheepishly but still hopeful that they would still be together when it is actually lunch time. Mycroft liked the idea as well. He smiled and took his cane in his hand.
"Well…let's get started then." Greg immediately reached out and put his hand on Mycroft's arm.
"What about your leg?"
"The meds are kicking in, and if we take it easy I will be okay, sometimes walking helps, it relaxes and stretches the muscles a bit, which helps."
"You sure?" Mycroft nodded.
"Yes, and I will let you know if I need a break." Greg smiled at that.
"Okay, let's go on an adventure…" Mycroft shook his head in exasperation this man is something else, and he quite likes it.
"In that case, we should start over here, at the beginning, now see animal mummies can provide a very unique and insightful view, especially in the religious beliefs of ancient Egyptians, they were known to be pets…manifestations of the gods themselves and sometimes even votive offering for the gods…" They walked slow as Mycroft's leg was really hindering his walk and Greg wasn't going to aggravate it more.
Violet watched as the nurse did her usual duties in checking on Mycroft and giving him sponge bath, she wanted to be in there, it is her son after all. Her husband took Sherlock to the library to get some new books for him to read, they arranged with the school he won't be there, as he is needed here. They all were, and weren't going home until they know Mycroft is okay and safely out of the coma.
When she was done the doctor came in to look at his leg, he prodded a bit looking at the bruises and tried to determine whether the swelling has sufficiently subsided to put a cast on.
From his frown and the way he looked at the leg, she knew he wasn't satisfied with the healing of it. The antibiotics aren't working as fast as they hoped for. They expected to see some improvement by now, but his condition only stagnated. She looked at her boy.
"Why aren't you fighting this? What keeps you from fighting as you should?"
Mycroft just lay in there, his eyelids moving slightly as his eyes moved underneath the lids. The doctors said it was normal. He might even experience dreams as it is a coma, and every case is different.
