A/N: Hi :D :D Sorry it's been a few days, damn college :') :') Hope you're all well and not bored of me yet :P I spent the day making my friend addicted to listening to Cabin pressure and laughing at my lecturer saying Genitalia because I'm that mature :/ Oh and the next coupla chapters will probs be fluff centric hope that's okay with ya
Thelilyandtherose: Hahahahaha :D. That cat is very weird :') x
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Emm xx
Chapter Twenty Four
Pain. That was all Lestrade felt as he came to. His head felt like it had done ten rounds in a boxing ring and lost every single one. Blinking his eyes sleepily, he came face to face with unfamiliar and very clean white walls.
"Ah I was wondering when Sleeping Beauty would grace me with those beautiful eyes of his."
Mycroft was looking unusually out of place in the pristine rooms, his clothes ruffled and appeared to have been slept in, and the thinning hair sticking up in clumps, that Lestrade found oddly endearing.
"Hey you." He rasped, trying to lean forward to kiss his lover but was stopped abruptly by the tube pulling on his skin.
"Careful Gregory," a slender soft hand slid over his work roughened one, a smile ghosting the corners of his lips. "You shouldn't exert yourself; you've had quite the ordeal my darling."
Lestrade rolled his eyes at the mother hen tone but stroked Mycroft's palm with his thumb. "Yes Sir whatever you say. How's Molly? Did they get to her in time?"
"Miss Hooper is fine Gregory. She is however, currently resting. An activity you should be participating in as well."
"I'm fine!" Lestrade protested, trying to sit upright in the hospital bed, but groaning and slumping back down as a sharp pain shot through his chest. "I don't want to be stuck here My. I wanna be out helping to track down that fucker!"
"I know Gregory, I know."
"No Mycroft! You're the British Government, you can get me out of here right?"
"No."
"What do you mean no? You can't?"
"I mean I won't! No, I will not do it. Gregory, I've almost lost you once and I'm not willing to go through that again. I've already lost my- my brother and I don't… I can't lose you as well."
Lestrade sighed wearily and collapsed against the pillow again, taking in Mycroft's expression and feeling like a twat for being selfish.
"I'm sorry," he relented, shrinking down into the stiff bedsheets and not taking his eyes off the steely stare burning a hole in his face. "I just- I don't like lying here when I know I could be of use elsewhere."
"Everybody feels that way sometime or another."
"I know. I am sorry,My."
"There's no need to be Gregory. But you really should get some sleep now; I'll still be here when you wake."
"Promise?" Lestrae could feel his eyes starting to close on their own accord and smiled sleeplily as a hand brushed through his hair softly.
"I promise with every inch of my soul. I'm never leaving you alone again."