Mycroft and Everett had seen Sherlock off not 10 minutes earlier. Sherlock had been fussing till Everett reminded him that he'd be fine and that the longer he stayed the more the body would be tainted by Anderson's idiocy which he instantly pecked Everett on the head, issued a last death threat to me about keeping him safe and was out the door into the waiting taxi. 'So Uncle Myc, Dad says you play the piano?' 'Yes. Do you wish to learn?' 'I mean if you have the time? If not I don't mind' he said all of a sudden bashful. 'I'll tell you what give me an hour or so then we'll have our first lesson ok? Has your Dad started your violin lessons yet?' 'That sounds amazing. He didn't have to teach me. He'd bought me one when we first got home and he had gone to St Bart's for some reason and Uncle John was downstairs cooking so I picked it up and an hour or so I had taught myself some basic nursery rhymes Dudley used to listen to. He then taught me what each position was called and how to read sheet music. I'm hoping the piano will be a bit harder.'

'Wow, a truly remarkable feat. I tell you what I'll show you where the piano is and you'll have all the time that I'm working to try it. Ok?' 'That sounds good Uncle Myc.' 'First I'll give you a house tour so you know where everything is as one day I hope this will be like a second home to you since you'll be round here whenever you want you're always welcome here. Do you understand?' 'Yes thank you, Uncle Myc.' 'Anytime day or night. I mean it you're a Holmes now and we have each other's six.' 'Six?' 'Like your back, it's where it'd be on a clock.' Everett nodded understanding.

*skip house tour because I cannot be bothered just know he has his own room next to Mycroft and Greg's room.*

They come to a beautiful mahogany piano in a room full of instruments. 'This is the music room, none of the other instruments is played but if you wish to you may use them at your own leisure.'

I then retreated to my office to work with the video feed for the music room up. I needed to contact my man on Privet drive about the court case and to see what he knew about Everett of course. I had emailed him to set up a video chat appointment for today as I knew that I couldn't talk to him at work, the Diogenes Club was not private enough to ensure Everett's safety and anyone could walk in from work and he didn't want to invite the man to his house so he decided this was the best option. The man entered the chat.

'Good evening Agent Howard' 'Good evening sir, is he alright?' 'He is doing very well.' 'As you know the court case for the Dursleys is coming up are you ready?' 'Yes, sir I'll be there to give my testament.' 'Good. Now did you have any other interactions with the young man?' 'Which one? The young boy with green eyes used to come up to me frequently when he was about 3 and ask for Myc. I don't know who that is so I used to turn him down. Then he'd go off all confused and upset. I keep trying to find Myc but I don't know his full name or anything and I don't think the kid did either so I can't. I think he's the kid's Uncle.' 'It was definitely Myc he was looking for?' My head was spinning he remembered me? And the fact that he'd deduced Howard was one of my men at the age of 3 was amazing. 'Yup, do you know him?' 'I do believe so.' This was surreal. 'Good please set up a meeting for the kid, he's a good lad. And tell him I said hello please.' 'Of course goodbye.' 'See you later sir.' I got on with some more work for a while then turned back to the video feed Everett was playing the piano with obvious vigour I turned up the volume, it wasn't a known price or at least anything I recognised and yet it was composed beautifully and it seemed to tell a tale of great sorrow before finding joy. I sat enraptured. Then the music stopped. He was looking at the Oboe.

It is widely known as the most difficult wood instrument. I decided I best make a start on tea or at least as what Everett would like to order in. Both Gregory and I are horrific at cooking. I can bake yes and often do but cooking is another thing entirely, sure I can do eggs or beans on toast and simple packet pasta dishes but apart from that, I'm lost. We usually have the cook in but today is his day off. I walk in to see Everett trying the Oboe and struggling yet having fun. 'Hello enjoying yourself?' 'Yes the piano was rather easy and this looked like fun and it is. ' 'Would you mind showing me what you have managed on the piano?' 'Sure he walked over and started playing that beautiful melody again and I just sat there soaking it in. When he was finished he looked at me shyly as I gave him a standing ovation. 'Did you compose that yourself?' 'Yup I was just trying the different tunes and it came to me.' 'We'll have to have a Holmes family concert soon if you're up to it. Just with close family members and friends but it should be worth it.'

'Yes, it would. The thing is Uncle Myc, Dad won't talk about them to me but you still have your parents don't you?' 'Yes, we do they're your grandma and grandad.' I was wondering where he was going with this 'Well, would dad have to know they were coming and maybe just maybe hint at baby pictures?' 'Your Papa would be proud I do believe that could be arranged.' We both had matching evil smirks.' 'Uncle Myc?' 'Yes, Everett?' 'You know my mum and Papa didn't you?' 'Yes, I did. Not nearly as well as Sherlock but I met them a few times at parties and the like of which they always invited me.' 'You came to see me when I was young, everyone introduced you as Uncle Myc.' 'You can remember that?' 'Yeah, you called me fully functioning.' 'W...w...well...' 'Don't worry I also remember what you said when you ended up being alone with me. That I was amazing but you couldn't risk your reputation and that you'd always protect me, and you did that. There was a man on my street he was one of yours, wasn't he? I kept asking him for you...' 'Yes, he was, although he didn't know who I was or who he was watching specifically he was just told to keep an eye on the street as someone of great importance is living there.' 'Wow, he was really nice. I remember other things too like my dog father, Moony and Dad who was even called my dad by Papa and Mum because he never left my side. He used to talk to me about you he told me that although he teases you and fights with you your the best brother he could hope for, I think he called you Mycie and he told me stories of the great pirate's Sherlock and Mycie who set out to save the world.' I will deny it to my dying day but at that, I started to get a little misty-eyed.

'Really?' 'You think I would lie?' 'Of course not. Right well, Gregory should be home soon and I'm afraid I'm a dreadful cook so what take away would you like?' 'As much as that would be good. Can we cook together? I'm rather good and all you'd have to do was chop a couple of bits and manage the hob. Although if you don't want to take away is fine.' He said suddenly going shy again. 'That sounds wonderful if you are good then let's do it and surprise your Uncle Gregory yes?' He had a massive smile on his face that I resolved to make appear as much as possible, it simply lit up the room. 'Ok let's go see what you have in, what type of food do you fancy?' 'Whatever you want your the cook to surprise me.' He seemed to be in deep concentration all the way to the kitchen.

Once there we both removed our suit jackets and rolled up our shirt sleeves. 'Seen as your the master chef feel free to order me round ok?' 'Yes, uncle Myc.' He looked all around and came back with a pasta roller we've never used and to be quite honest I didn't know we had. 'Right uncle Myc can you get the flour, eggs, mince, basil, tomatoes, mushrooms, onion, salt, pepper, cheese grater and a big pan and a frying pan please.' I went around collecting in our big industrial kitchen. He made a mound of flour then cleared the middle and put the eggs in. Then he mixed it in gradually till he had a nice dough. Next, he got the pasta maker and asked me to roll it through until he said to stop. He chopped the onion put it in the frying pan and once I finished rolling he got me to fry if off slightly then he added the mince and cut up the mushrooms in it all very thinly diced then when in the basil and another egg when off the heat he left it to cool for a few minutes then put a tiny bit across the pastry then he rolled another piece on top then he asked me for a wine glass? And somehow used it to cut the pasta. He dusted it with flour. He asked me to get a pan of salted water to the boil while he found some sage and butter and mixed them and microwaved them for a few seconds to melt them. He then cut each piece and used a fork to create a seal. He asked me to put each piece in for 3 minutes and started on a tomato sauce. Then we served it just as Gregory walked through the door.

'What is that smell?' 'Uncle Lestrade! We've cooked!' 'Wow! You got your Uncle to cook or do you mean you went to the takeaway?' 'Uncle Myc and I cooked!' 'Really?' 'Yes, really dear my nephew here is natural in the kitchen. He did the majority of the work and I merely fetched things and managed the hob under his watchful eye.' 'Wow, I can't wait to try this.' Then we brought it out and Gregory's face went slack and his mouth gaped open. 'Are you ok? Uncle Myc, what's wrong with him? Was it the food? Is it bad?' Everett was slowly getting more frightened the longer the silence went on slowly curling in on himself and inching towards me and away from Gregory till he was backed right up onto me and hugging me with a death grip. 'It's ok your Uncle is just shocked at how good the food looks, aren't you Gregory!' 'Um yes sorry, Everett it just looks like it's from a 5-star restaurant. And it smells incredible. I can't wait to try it.'

'Ok' said Everett still hugging me but loosening his grip. We sat at the table, I was at the head, Greggory on my left and Everett on my right. The food was amazing but I noticed Everett waiting for a reaction and he didn't start eating till we were on our second mouthful I internally cursed the Dursley's as Greggory let out a moan at the food. 'Thank you this is exquisite Everett, we'll have to have you round more often!' 'Yeah, amazing job! You could be a chef in a 5-star restaurant easily' He looked down meekly, clearly not used to this much praise. 'Thank you both but I'm sure it's not that good, They never liked it. I don't mind coming round to cook though, it was quite enjoyable with Uncle Myc who deserves at least half credit.'
'No Everett that really was that good!' I reassured him 'And just because your round here doesn't mean you need to cook, maybe next time we'll go out to a restaurant, you only have to cook if you want to. I did enjoy cooking with you and if and when you feel like it although this meal I didn't do that much towards. It was mainly you. Don't think about what they said ok? They didn't know what they were talking about and that's the end of it. Anyway, now that we've finished that delightful meal do you like carrot cake?'
'I've never tried it I was never good enough for cake I only sometimes earnt my meal.' He said nonchalantly like it was normal. While I stewed over that Gregory cut in 'well I'll bet you'll like this your Uncle Mycroft makes the best cakes ever! And you're the best-behaved boy I've ever met so you definitely deserve some!' 'Ok, that sounds very nice thank you!'

I went into the kitchen but when I looked back Everett was still wary around Gregory so I asked him to come to help me with the cake and he thereabouts ran to me. I once again cursed the Dursley's. I retrieved the carrot cake I made yesterday while Everett got the plates out of the cupboard. Gregory cut the cake up and served us a piece each. While we were eating I began to tell Gregory of Everett's mastery of the piano. But when I said he was better than me Everett denied he was that good and promising that I must be better, then it struck me, as hard as a bat to the head, why it was that when I looked at his grades where what I expected for his first year of school and there was even a note that they set up a meeting with his carers that they had a meeting to talk about him skipping a year or maybe even two. But then after that, his grades were so low and he was called a trouble maker. He must've been told to get worse grades than his blond gorilla cousin. So I told him 'It's fine that your better than me at playing the piano., in fact, I'm so proud that you are, and I bet your Dad will be ecstatic that you've beaten me! All we want from you is to do your best, it doesn't matter what it is or who you're better than. Ok?'
He blushed. 'Are you sure? I...I was never...' He looked at Gregory in embarrassment for nearly telling him. 'I'm sure ok? You should never suppress your skills unless you need to deceive someone of your true skill, even then you should only do that if they are dangerous. Those people you lived with before were evil, you're already so smart. Ignore what anyone else says, your amazing.' Then Gregory chimed in 'You've already surpassed my entire department in knowledge, you're so smart but your also a really good kid, I mean you can cook, play music, your smart and you are really nice too so you are literally amazing ok? Ignore all the idiots and if they get too annoying I'll sort them out ok and your Uncle Mycroft will make them disappear. I mean it he's done it before.' 'Yes, Uncle Lestrade.' Everett said with his head down blushing 'Thank you' 'Right I'll wash up seen as you two cooked' Everett's eyebrows shot up. 'I'll do it I don't mind!' 'No don't worry, I'm sure your Uncle could do something with you?' I received a pointed glare. 'Of course, I will how about we go over which note is which on the piano then we can find something to do or just talk, ok?' 'Ok Uncle Myc' We left Gregory washing up and retreated to the music room where I proceeded to sit on the piano stool and Everett hesitated, then sat on the other end of the stool, I really must speak with my brother tomorrow, with his avoidance of people touching him apart from me and Sherlock it looks like he has haphephobia THOSE DISGUSTING PEOPLE! He even gets scared of us touching him, unless he initiates it. I think I may suggest a game of pirates later, he needs to be a child and hopefully, between me and Sherlock, we can give him that. Even if it means me losing my iceman persona around him. Already I would do anything for him.

So once we had played the piano together I brought up playing pirates. 'Everett you mentioned earlier Sherlock talking of the pirate games we used to play, would you fancy a game? If you don't want to that's fine...' He started beaming. 'If you wouldn't mind Uncle Myc? I mean your obviously busy...'
I cut him off 'I think it would do me some good to relax and I'll never be too busy for you.'
So that's the seen Gregory walked into I the evil captain Myc and the saviour pirate Captain Holmes we had our ties around our foreheads. I was battling him with my umbrella vs a walking stick we found for his sword. We kept going and I noticed Gregory take a sneaky picture. That is till Everett noticed Gregory in the doorway and lowered his walking stick bashfully as if he was caught doing something he shouldn't be doing.
'Don't mind me I was just wondering if either of you would like a drink?'
'A cup of tea would be lovely dear, how about you Everett your Uncle Gregory makes a fabulous hot chocolate?'
'That would be very nice thank you, Uncle Lestrade.'
'No problem bud.'
'Let's take a minute then Everett.' So we both sat next to each other on the floor.
'Uncle Myc, what does Mycroft mean?'
'It's an old English name meaning by a stream.'
'What does my name mean then?'
'Well James is the name of two famous English kings, Everett means as brave as a boar, Slade means child of the valley. Your name is as strong as you and suits you.'
'Wow!' we sat talking for a fair while till Gregory came with our drinks and sat with us, 'so Everett we were thinking of going shopping tomorrow for some things for your room and maybe meeting up with your Dad and John for lunch. What do you think?'
'You'd do that for me? I don't know how to repay you for my room never mind more things?'
'Everett your my nephew and the brightest, the sweetest boy you don't need to repay us, plus my job gives me more than enough money for three lifetimes, never mind the money in my inheritance from your grandma and grandpa. Ok? You deserve so much so let us treat you, plus it gives me time to make up for all the birthdays and Christmases I missed.'
'O...ok although I don't want much!'
'Very well!' Both me and Gregory thinking that we would spoil this boy rotten. Never mind his Farther, Sherlock will be bulk buying everything, hopefully, John can reign him in. He shall never want for anything, that's for certain.