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A/N: Lestrade's POV
P.S.: I totally ship Mystrade but I realize that there are many who do not. Know that this fic will not pair them up. Really you can interpret their relationship as either good friends or more. It's up to you :D
Beta: the-tenth 10
Lestrade watched from Mycroft's office window as the shape of the dragon flew off towards the forest. He had been more than fine with being told he won't be accompanying Sherlock outside to collect samples. If Sherlock was impossible as a man- as a dragon who could feel how irritated you were at him and that made him nearly impossible to get along with.
He did regret not leaving the castle, but Lestrade stayed a candelabra no matter where he went, so it was more just the change of scenery that he enjoyed. At the moment, Lestrade had popped inside to share a cup of tea with Mycroft before heading back outside again to the watch tower.
While it was true that there really wasn't any threat against Baker castle, Lestrade had a nagging thought that had been bothering him. When are the villagers going to find this castle? It was a miracle they hadn't already but Lestrade knew it was only a matter of time. How could they ignore the fact that Sherlock had killed some of them? It had been an accident, but the villagers had no idea about that.
After the first attack, any illusion that Lestrade had of trying to approach the villagers and explain to them the situation and have them reply with any understanding was shattered. The full weight of the situation sank in. He was a candelabra for god's sake. I wonder how I would react if a candelabra started to talk to me? Lestrade wished he could still carry his sword. His lack of weapons really bothered him. What could he do? Defend the castle with a butter knife? Lestrade let a grunt of frustration.
"Stop thinking such negative thoughts and get over here and finish your lukewarm tea."
"Fine, fine." He turned his gaze from the window to see Mycroft looking at him with a crooked smile. Despite his depressing thoughts, Lestrade found that he offered a small smile to the clock. Lestrade raised the small teacup to his lips and took a small sip. It really was lukewarm and terrible. I guess I was lost in my thoughts for longer than I thought.
Lestrade was grateful that Mycroft had allowed him the moments of silence in the coziness of his warm office. A fire blazed in the fireplace. The heat warmed Lestrade's back and he could feel wax sliding down it. It was still such an unpleasant feeling. At least he never got smaller. It was like he was made of an endless supply of wax despite the fact that he melted. It was such a paradox and Lestrade tried to avoid the thought at all times.
"Can't you think of something more pleasant?" Mycroft eyed Lestrade over the rim of his teacup.
Lestrade grunted. "No, I can't. Being made of wax was never something I aspired to as a child. It really is an...odd feeling." Mycroft raised his eyebrows. Lestrade continued. "And I was thinking about how nice it was that John volunteered himself to go with Sherlock. I still can't believe that he took the doctor up on his offer."
Mycroft's eyes shone. "Oh, no my dear fellow. Sherlock asked John to accompany him. He knew John was getting fidgety and Sherlock proposed the outing." Mycroft laughed at the shocked expression on Lestrade's face.
The shocked expression was replaced with a wide smile. "Ah! I knew it! Not much longer. Ah, Mycroft, there will be no love lost when I'm no longer a candelabra."
Mycroft's smile grew slightly sad. He looked away and took another sip of his tea. "Lestrade, when...when we are human again, will...will you leave?"
Lestrade knew Mycroft was going against his personality by asking the personal question. In all honesty, Lestrade had never thought of leaving Baker castle. Why would he do that? His place was here with Mycroft. The thought shocked Lestrade but not really. He had grown closed to the private man over the year and a half that they had been household objects. Lestrade had wanted to know the man better before the enchantment and the spell offered an unique opportunity for them to share more time with each other.
Mycroft stared blankly at him and Lestrade realized he hadn't answered the question. Lestrade nibbled at the inside of his lower lip. "Mycroft, as long as you require my assistance at the castle, I will happily stay here."
A shadow of emotions danced behind Mycroft's eyes. Lestrade waited for the clock to speak but all he did was take another bit of cake. When Mycroft looked at Lestrade again his eyes were soft. They shared an understanding smile and continued to enjoy each other's company in silence.