Baker school, London chapter 12
Sherlock and john had discussed everything that had happened that day. John was more upset about how distressed his sister had been, so seeing she was fine again, forgave the younger Holmes brother quite quickly.
Two days later Gregory Lestrade sat by the large window in the dining room and stared out at the rain. He had wanted to play football outside all day but the weather didn't think that was such a good idea. He sighed and was about to turn and leave when Mycroft sat down next to him. "Rubbish weather isn't it?" said the older boy. Greg nodded. "I was hoping to go and play football today." he sat with his head resting on his hand, and his elbow leaning on the window ledge. "Unfortunately the weather isn't on my side." he moped. Mycroft thought. "You know, you could still go and play outside. You'll definitely get wet but there's nothing stopping you." said Mycroft. Greg looked at him. "Would you come with me?" he asked. Mycroft laughed. "We could take turns in goals, it wouldn't be that bad!" pleaded Greg. Mycroft looked at him, surprised. "You're serious aren't you?" he asked. Greg nodded. Mycroft sat and considered. He would never have done anything like this usually. He hated sports and being cold and wet. Yet for some reason he wanted to please the younger boy. "Fine." he gave in.
Mycroft Holmes stood in the middle of the goals, dripping with rain. Before they had gone outside they had both changed into White sporting clothes. The clothes were now plastered to their skin due to heavy rainfall.
"Why did I agree to this?" thought Mycroft aloud as a muddy football flew past him and into the back of the net. Greg laughed loudly. "C'mon! You're making this too easy!" he shouted above the noise of the rain. Mycroft groaned and fetched the ball out of the back of the net. "I wish I'd never agreed to this!" he shouted as he threw Gregory the ball. Greg laughed again and kicked the ball back to the back of the net.
After a few more goals they swapped round, Greg standing in the goals. Mycroft was worried. He couldn't play football and he knew he would make a total dick of himself. He kicked the ball hard. It hit the bar and bounced back towards him. Greg grinned. Mycroft kicked the ball again. This time it simply rolled to Greg's feet, sending water streaming behind it. "Is that the best you can do?" Greg laughed. Mycroft blushed and stopped the ball as the younger boy kicked it back to him.
The older boy looked at the goal, and kicked the ball with what power he could summon up in his legs. The wet, muddy ball flew into the air with speed, and hit Greg smack in the face. The younger boy fell over dramatically. Mycroft's stomach tightened and he ran over to him. Greg was lying on the ground, hand clasped to the left side of his lips. Mycroft could see blood. "I am so sorry! Are you okay?" pleaded Mycroft. "Just give me your hand!" said Greg. Mycroft reached out his pale hand to the boy on the ground. Greg took it, but instead of pulling himself up, he dragged Mycroft down next to him. "How do you like that?" laughed Greg. "It's freezing!" yelped Mycroft. Greg laughed again. "Serves you right!" shouted Greg. "I got a wet football in the face because of you!"
Mycroft looked at him. There was blood trickling down his chin from a cut in his lip. He reached out his hand to wipe the blood away, and then suddenly realized what he was doing and pulled away. He blushed. "What's wrong?" asked Greg worriedly. "I, I'm sorry." stammered Mycroft embarrassed. "What for?" asked Greg smiling. "The blood needed wiping off anyway." he grinned. Mycroft couldn't help but smile back.
All of a sudden Mycroft Holmes realized how close he was lying to the younger boy. He could hear him breathing. He didn't know what to do.
The cold caught up with him and he shivered. "We should probably go inside." said Greg. "It's freezing." he continued. The younger boy pulled himself off the ground and helped Mycroft up.
They walked quickly back towards the school. The rain had gotten heavier. As they passed underneath a large tree, what seemed like a lake of water poured down Mycroft's back. He stopped and took a sharp intake of breath, waving his hands about madly. Greg laughed and walked over to help him. This'll warm you up he said, his mouth fixed into a grin. He pulled the older Holmes into a hug.
Mycroft stood there surprised as he felt warmth flood into him. He didn't know what to do at first, but soon let his arms relax around the shorter boy.
Greg pulled away and looked at Mycroft smiling. Mycroft made a small smile back. "Thanks, I think I needed that." he said. "I think you did too." agreed Greg. "Now let's go inside."
As they stepped inside the large school the rain sounded like it had been cut off. The two boys stood dripping with rain water, smiling like idiots. The rain had washed most of Greg's blood away but there was still traces on his chin.
The boys walked through a corridor to get to their room, only to find four members of Reichenbach sitting talking.
Jim, Sherlock, Sebastian and John all stopped and looked up at the arrival of the two older boys. Jim tutted. "See Seb, he told me to stop with the biting but just look at poor Gregory's lip there." Jim said shaking his head. "It wasn't like that!" said Mycroft. "It was a football!"
Sebastian laughed.
Sherlock looked at his older brother in disgust. "Mycroft!" he said alarmed. "Yes Sherlock?" asked Mycroft obviously wanting to get away. "Eew! Are you in a relationship?" he turned to Greg. "Lestrade, are you seriously in a relationship with my brother?" he shouted disgusted. Mycroft opened his mouth to deny everything when Greg stepped in front of him. "Yes. Yes we are!" he grinned. "Now if you excuse me but me and my BOYFRIEND need to go and dry off!"
Greg grabbed Mycroft's hand and pulled the surprised teen away.
