Chapter Thirty-Six: Look What You've Done

Beta: chasingriver

Chapter Title: Look What You've Done by Jet

Warnings: ANGST!

Author's Note: I just have a question for anyone in England; how does university work over there? Like, when do you start applying for unversities, how, and if you're accepted are you informed via letter? And what month are you informed and when do you start attending unversity? I'm asking because Google's currently being a bitch (we're having a lover's quarrel) and I'm trying to make this story as real as possible.

Anywho, enjoy the chapter :)

{Dreamer}

Greg didn't get up until midday the following Saturday, choosing to sleep in. Dimmock called around 12:30 and Greg agreed to meet him and Molly at the McDonalds beside Tesco. Joe and Dylan had a footy game in the neighbouring town and had already left, leaving their mates to their own devices.

Greg was glad, actually; while Joe and Dylan were his friends, they weren't like Dimmock. They wouldn't understand why Greg wanted to snog Mycroft, even if they saw his partying side. And they'd been bitching and moaning all week about Greg's "disappearances", so it'd be nice to just go to a party and be able to hang out with Mycroft.

So Greg was in high spirits as he left the house, his mum at the hospital for the day shift. He rode to McDonalds and parked a few spots away from Dimmock's BMW. He walked in and spotted Dimmock and his girlfriend sitting up the back on the plush red cushions, but grabbed some food before joining them.

'Hello, children,' Greg said, leaning across the table to kiss Molly's cheek.

'Hi, Greg,' Molly smiled.

'So, party tonight?' Dimmock asked, nicking one of Greg's nuggets.

'Mm, finally get to fuckin' sit with Mycroft without Dyl and Joe demanding a fuckin' commentary of my life.'

'They're just worried,' Dimmock smiled. 'If you'd admit to them that you had a boyfriend...'

Greg scowled as Molly and Dimmock both grinned. 'I ain't got a boyfriend, alright?'

'See how he keeps denying it?' Dimmock said to Molly, who nodded. 'It's always the same; I don't like Mycroft, I don't fancy Mycroft, I ain't Mycroft's girlfriend-'

'I'm not!' Greg hissed.

'Sure, sure,' Dimmock said, flapping a hand dismissively.

'I'm not!' Greg repeated. 'Jesus Christ, why are you goin' on about it? I don't-'

'Fancy Mycroft Holmes,' Molly cut in. 'Except you do, Greg.'

Greg groaned. 'Why do you people hate me?'

'We don't,' Molly smiled. 'We're just trying to help you find love.'

'Love makes everything better,' Dimmock said, draping an arm around Molly's shoulders. 'We want you to be happy, Gregory.'

Molly was nodding knowingly and Greg's scowl deepened. 'You realise you're turning into those annoying couples who think they know everything?'

'We don't know everything,' Molly said. 'I'm a girl, obviously, and you and Mycroft are both guys.'

'Maybe, 'cause it seems you really like Mycroft controlling everything,' Dimmock snickered, earning himself another kick.

'Why are you denying it?' Molly asked.

'Because I don't like him!' Greg hissed.

'Honestly, Greg, what's the big deal?' Dimmock asked. 'You told me yourself you only sleep around 'cause all other guys are lousy shags. Well now you've found a guy who's kept your interest. Why not make it official?'

Greg leaned back, suddenly quiet.

'Mycroft won't wait around forever if you don't offer him more,' Molly added. 'He'll find someone who'll appreciate him properly, and you'll get your heart broken.'

That stopped Greg in his tracks. He remembered how he'd felt when Mycroft had gone out partying, and possibly meeting a bloke who'd shag him. Greg had seen Mycroft in action himself; had seen the auburn-haired teen pull in strangers. He'd also managed to talk John Ralling- a guy Greg had taken a crack at in the past- to fuck him after one meeting.

It didn't take much for men to give in to Mycroft Holmes; Greg himself had kissed the bloke after one party.

He chewed on his lip, playing with his food as he thought. Dimmock and Molly were watching him but neither interrupted.

Greg imagined seeing Mycroft with someone else; seeing someone's arm around Mycroft's waist, going clubbing with him and kissing him. He imagined some other guy laughing with Mycroft in the library, giggling and stealing quick kisses, passing notes in class and sharing smokes in the carpark.

The level of anger that washed over Greg in that moment made him blink in surprise. The mere thought of anyone kissing Mycroft made Greg want to throw his tray across the restaurant and hit someone, preferably with Dimmock's car.

But... did that mean he liked Mycroft? No, he couldn't, right? It was... Mycroft. Sweet, charming, absolutely fucking amazing Mycroft Holmes.

Greg had never liked anyone. His one goal was always to get into the guy's trousers and have some fun. But with Mycroft it was so much more. Yeah, Greg wanted in his trousers, and he absolutely loved kissing the other teenager, but with Mycroft it was... different. Greg enjoyed talking to him, snogging him, just spending time with him.

Did that mean Greg liked him?

And what about Mycroft?

Because if- and this was a big fucking if- if Greg... fancied Mycroft, then what would he do? Mycroft had never given any indication that he wanted Greg for more than fun. Mycroft had a reputation like Greg's, had been sleeping around as long as Greg had.

What would Mycroft do if- if- Greg suddenly started really liking him? Would he break things off immediately? Would he string Greg along until they finally fucked and then move on? Would he return the feelings?

He sighed and slumped further in his seat, suddenly not hungry. He stared at his food, fingers fiddling with his burger.

'So?' Dimmock finally asked.

Greg looked up at him, Molly staring at him too. 'I dunno,' he finally muttered.

'What?' Dimmock said.

'I dunno,' Greg repeated, shrugging lightly. 'I just... I dunno, Dimmock.'

He looked away and Dimmock and Molly shared a glance before deciding to change the subject. They could see that Greg was finally thinking about it; that was enough for now.

'How about we see a movie?' Molly suggested.

Greg threw her a thankful look and Molly smiled in response.

{oOo}

Greg was in the backseat of Molly's car when his phone chimed.

'Boyfriend?' Dimmock asked.

'Shut up, fuck nut,' Greg snapped, making Dimmock pout and Molly kiss him when she stopped at a red light.

And my tutor has finally left; excellent, I don't need to strangle her with my shoe laces - M

Greg smiled, ignoring the grin Dimmock was giving him.

Poor Mikey. Well, she's gone now, so relax and have a smoke, maybe strangle someone else.

Don't give me ideas - M

Suddenly Greg had a thought and bit his lip, eyes swivelling from Dimmock to Molly.

So... what are you doing today?

Smoking a packet of cigarettes, listening to some music, and drowning myself in teenage angst. Why do you ask? - M

Greg chewed on his bottom lip.

Um... well I'm goin' to the movies with Dimmock and his girlfriend Molly. You wanna come?

He regretted the text as soon as he sent it; what was he, a fucking idiot? Dimmock would claim it was a date and Molly would squeal and flap about. Greg would scowl and curse his way through the movie and Mycroft would deduce what was going on.

Plus there were Greg's own feelings to consider; did he like Mycroft? Did he not like Mycroft? Was Mycroft just a shag or more? Was Greg going to murder Dimmock and Molly for making him think these fucking things?

Before he could reach over the seats and do just that, his mobile went off.

I'd be delighted to. What time? - M

Greg breathed out deeply, Dimmock glancing at him.

We're heading over there now. I'll make sure we wait for you :)

I'll be there in twenty minutes, Gregory dear - M

Can't wait, Mycroft darling :)

Greg pushed his thoughts and feelings aside as he shoved his phone away. 'So, um... Mycroft's coming.'

As predicted, Molly squealed, and Dimmock grinned at him. 'You invited Mycroft?'

'So what?' Greg sniffed, looking out the window and crossing his arms. 'Mates invite other mates to the movies all the time.'

'Ah, but not all those mates are shagging each other,' Dimmock said.

'Don't you fuckin' say anything, alright?' Greg demanded, glaring at them both. 'I'm fucking serious.'

'My lips are sealed,' Molly said, making a zipping motion across her mouth.

'Yeah, yeah, I won't say anything,' Dimmock said, rolling his eyes.

'Good,' Greg grunted, going back to staring out the window.

'Greggie and Mikey...' Dimmock hummed.

'Fuck you, cunt,' Greg snarled.

Dimmock just grinned.

{oOo}

Mycroft arrived half-an-hour after Greg, Dimmock and Molly. He was wearing tight grey jeans with a chain hanging from the right pocket, a blue and black flannelette shirt that brought out his eyes, and a black, button-up sweater.

Greg smiled from where he was leaning against the counter and, ignoring the looks he knew Dimmock and Molly were throwing him, walked over to Mycroft and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

'Hey.'

'Hello,' Mycroft smiled.

'I got you a ticket,' Greg said, pulling two from his pocket. Mycroft glanced at the name of the movie and raised an eyebrow. 'What? Molly likes comedy movies.'

'Mm-hmm,' Mycroft hummed.

'Serious,' Greg said. 'I wanted to see an action movie, and Dimmock wanted to see some bloody horror movie and I am so not into that,' Greg shook his head. 'Molly wanted to see this, and because Dimmock's dating her, this is what we're seeing.'

Mycroft smiled. 'And the fact that this movie is very similar to the partying lives we live is just a coincidence?'

'Absolutely,' Greg beamed.

Mycroft just continued to smile as Dimmock and Molly joined them.

'Hi, Mycroft,' Dimmock said, shaking the taller boy's hand. Molly jumped forward and kissed Mycroft on the cheek, making him blush and clear his throat.

'Um, hello, how are you?' Mycroft asked.

'Great,' Molly beamed. 'Really, really great.'

Mycroft raised an eyebrow and Dimmock said, 'Um, her sister didn't get expelled yesterday, so Molly's in a good mood.'

'Sister?' Mycroft questioned.

'Lily,' Greg said. 'Twin sister, they both go to St Mary's.'

Mycroft nodded slowly, 'And your sister is in danger of getting expelled often?'

Molly sighed and said, 'She's a bit... erm, odd. And I mean that in a really nice way; she just speaks her mind, is always trying to find out everything about everyone, and tends to break into science labs to create stuff.'

Mycroft chuckled. 'Sounds like my brother.'

The four headed into the movie theatre, Greg having bought Mycroft a lemonade as well as chocolate, lollies, and popcorn. Greg sat in the last row with Mycroft beside him and the two stared as Molly and Dimmock sat in the row before them, both grinning.

Mycroft turned to Greg, one eyebrow raised, and Greg said, 'Um... they're really, really weird.'

'That they are,' Mycroft nodded, 'but they keep looking at me, then grinning at you. And every time you touch me or even look at me they both giggle together.'

Greg groaned. It seemed Dimmock and Molly were still trying to play matchmaker. Wasn't it enough that he and Mycroft made out at every opportunity? Why did his friends need more than that?

Come to think of it, why did Greg need more than that? He and Mycroft were practically dating; they spent all their free time together, they only had sex with each other, and they did more than just shag and kiss. They talked, they laughed, they... they did everything together.

But you're not dating, a voice that sounded eerily like Molly whispered in his head. What's stopping Mycroft from doing that with other people? He never said he wasn't sleeping with anyone else.

And that was the real problem, Greg thought. He knew he wasn't sleeping with any other blokes, but Mycroft had never said he wasn't either. For all Greg knew Mycroft spent every night they weren't together shagging other guys.

That's why Greg needed more. He didn't want Mycroft dating other guys. He wanted Mycroft for himself; he wanted Mycroft to be his.

Shit, Greg thought, I really do like him.

And with that thought racing through his mind, Greg panicked and jumped up.

'Greg?' Mycroft said. 'What's wrong?'

'I... uh... b-bathroom,' Greg said and took off. He was aware of Mycroft calling after him, Dimmock and Molly too, but ignored all three in favour of just getting out.

He made it to the bathrooms and thanked God when he found that he was alone. Greg stood leaning against the sink heavily, knuckles white as he gripped the hard porcelain.

He didn't know why he was freaking out, but he was. His breathing was coming in short, shallow inhales, and his hair was hanging over his slightly sweaty forehead. He couldn't get Dimmock's words out of his head; he couldn't get Mycroft out of his head.

Fuck, he thought, glaring at the sink. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! He hadn't meant for this to happen, he wasn't supposed to like Mycroft! It was supposed to be a quick fling, maybe a few shags, that's it! Mycroft wasn't supposed to become his mate, his friend, his...

'Shit!' Greg shouted, slamming both palms against the sink. He felt pain lance up his arms but was thankful for it; it made him focus, made him stop flipping out long enough to think properly.

He liked Mycroft.

Okay... okay. So... that was it; everything was over. Because Greg knew Mycroft didn't like him. Mycroft was a playboy like Greg, he slept around, he fucked and then left. He didn't have boyfriends, partners, someone special. He had sex.

End.

Of.

Story.

So Greg was completely and utterly fucked, before he and Mycroft had got any actual fucking in. Greg couldn't keep something like this from the other boy; Mycroft was too smart, too good at reading everything through your clothes and actions and just... everything.

Which meant that Mycroft would be able to tell. He'd know that Greg liked him and he'd leave. No more hanging out in the library doing homework, no more going to parties and sneaking kisses and touches, no more hanging out in Greg's room when Maggie was working or asleep.

All of that, gone. Greg would once again be alone, stuck shagging whatever hot guy came his way. And while that had been good for a while, it wasn't who Greg was anymore. He now knew what it was like to go after and stay with one person. He didn't want random shags.

He wanted Mycroft.

'Fuck,' Greg spat. 'What a fucking idiot, Lestrade; you're a fucking idiot!'

'Why?'

Greg jumped and turned, slamming himself into the sink and wincing. Mycroft was standing just inside the door, leaning against the tiled wall with his arms crossed. He raised an eyebrow when Greg's breathing increased, eyes widening.

'M-Mycroft,' he stuttered, 'h-how long have you been here?'

'A minute, maybe less,' Mycroft said. His bright blue eyes roamed down Greg's body slowly before flicking back up to his face. 'What's wrong?'

Greg swallowed thickly. He couldn't tell Mycroft what was wrong; Mycroft would leave sooner. Greg had to try and keep this from him. Maybe he could limit the amount of time they spent together, slowly pull himself away before Mycroft found out. At least then when Mycroft did leave, it wouldn't hurt as much.

Yeah, right, Greg snorted to himself.

'Gregory, what is it?' Mycroft asked, concern laced thickly in his voice.

'Nothing,' Greg shook his head. He drew into himself, let his emotions be buried deep in his gut. God, he shouldn't have fucking invited Mycroft. He should never have let Mycroft snog him that first time. Everything would be different if Greg hadn't met the real Mycroft fucking Holmes. 'I was just- what's wrong?'

Greg frowned when he saw that Mycroft's entire body had stiffened, eyes narrowed and hard. He stood tall, fingers clenched into fists by his sides.

'Mycroft?'

'I have to go,' Mycroft said, turning and pulling the door open.

Greg jumped forward and grabbed his arm, Mycroft glaring as he was pulled back. 'Mycroft, what is it?'

'What is it?' Mycroft demanded. 'What do you think?'

'I... what?' Greg said. 'What are you on about?'

'You don't want me here!' Mycroft spat.

All the colour drained from Greg's face. No, Mycroft couldn't have figured it out that quickly. 'I... I...'

'Let me go,' Mycroft said, voice cold like ice. Greg slowly let his grip weaken and Mycroft jerked back from him. 'I'm sorry I wasted your time,' Mycroft snapped before tugging the door open and disappearing.

Greg stood frozen, eyes wide and mouth hanging open as the door slowly closed by itself. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, NO! Greg turned and slammed his fist into the wall, pain racing up his arm and making him wince. He did it again; and again and again and again until blood was running down his aching hand and the tiles.

No, no, no! He'd fucked it, fucked everything. He'd let Dimmock and Molly's words get to him, he'd thought too hard, and now Mycroft was gone. Everything they'd been doing together, what it had all been leading to, it was all gone.

How had this happened? How had a simple afternoon turned to shit in under twenty minutes?

'Greg?'

Greg blinked, focusing again and realising he was still standing in the bathroom. His hand was throbbing like hell and there was blood dripping onto the floor.

'Shit,' Dimmock said, moving further into the room. 'What the fuck happened?'

'This is all your fault,' Greg whispered, pain quickly giving way to anger. 'You fucked everything.'

'What?' Dimmock blinked.

'You!' Greg shouted. 'You and your fucking teasing! Going on and on about me and Mycroft and... and... it's your fucking fault!'

'What are you talking about?' Dimmock demanded. 'What'd you do to your hand?'

'It's your fault!' Greg shouted, grabbing Dimmock by the shirt and slamming him into the wall.

'Jesus!' Dimmock winced. He wrapped both hands around Greg's wrists and tugged. 'Greg-'

'Mycroft knew, he could tell!' Greg shouted.

'Tell what?' Dimmock demanded.

Greg opened his mouth to shout, "That I like him!" but the words wouldn't come out. Dimmock didn't deserve to know that Greg did like Mycroft. He deserved to be punched in the face.

'Greg,' Dimmock tried again. Greg let him go and Dimmock winced, rubbing his shoulders. 'What the fuck, man?'

'Fuck you,' Greg snarled. 'Just fuck you, Dimmock.'

He pushed past his best friend and ripped the door open, quickly disappearing outside. 'What the fuck?' Dimmock muttered as he rubbed his arms, glancing at the blood that Greg had left on the wall.

{oOo}

Greg had twelve missed calls from Dimmock, fourteen from Molly, and even two from Lily, Molly's sister. It seemed Dimmock still hadn't figured out just why Greg wasn't talking to him.

Greg didn't care. When he got home he'd locked himself in his room- well, he'd put a chair under his door handle- and ignored Maggie when she tried to ask what was wrong.

How could he tell her the truth? How could he admit that he'd ruined the best thing in his life? Because he had. He'd ruined everything by first falling for Mycroft and then letting Dimmock and Molly get to him.

And now he was in his room on a Saturday night, smoking and staring, throwing things and shouting. He'd planned to go to Matt Sanders' party that night and get drunk with Mycroft. Well that plan had gone to hell.

Greg sighed. He was tired. He was so tired of everything.