Spoilers: None Pairing: Lestrade/Mycroft Rating: G Warning: None
Summary: Lestrade finds out that Mycroft had a bit of a lonely childhood and attempts to make up for it.
After Gregory Lestrade broke up for his wife for the final time, Lestrade didn't have much family to spend the holidays with. His parents both preferred to spend the winter somewhere tropical and his sister lived in the states. He had received an invitation to visit his cousin in Bath but Lestrade couldn't stand the boastful idiot.
So, Lestrade had planned to spend Christmas in his small apartment with a bottle of scotch and Chinese takeout. Then Mycroft (Lestrade's sort of boyfriend) invited Lestrade to the Holmes estate for Christmas. Lestrade and Mycroft had been something like dating (Lestrade still contended that proper dates don't involve being 'kidnapped' even if one is taken to a nice restaurant) for months now so, despite the potential aggravation of spending the holiday with the younger Holmes as well, Lestrade accepts the invitation.
As the guest rooms are all full of various visiting relatives, Lestrade ends up sharing Mycroft's room. Although Mycroft tells Greg the room hasn't changed since Mycroft left for uni, it doesn't look like a typical teenage boy's bedroom. Greg's room had been a mess most days with dirty clothes hanging off football trophies and comic books (or sometimes more adult reading material) scattered under the bed. One of his mates had punched a hole in the wall during an argument. He'd hidden it from his mum for 6 months by covering it with a rugby poster.
Mycroft's room is spotless. The off-white walls are unmarred by posters or photos. A large bookshelf occupies one corner of the room. It's filled with works by Machiavelli, Nietzsche, Plato, and many other important sounding people that Greg has never heard of in languages that Greg can't identify. The desk is covered in files. Greg picks up an aged piece of paper but whatever is written on it seems to be in code.
"This is just like your study at home," Greg points out after examining the room. "Did you emerge from of the womb running the British Government?
"Gregory, as you well know, I did not attain my minor government position until after university," Mycroft replies.
"So what was teenage Mycroft really like?" Greg asks a hint of teasing in his voice. "Let me guess; young Mycroft was a rebel. You skipped your piano lessons to go to rugby matches and snuck girls- or boys- up here while you parents were at the opera."
"Hardly, Greg," Mycroft replies. "You are the first visitor-romantic or otherwise- to my bedroom."
"Really?" Greg responds, surprised. He thinks about his own teenage years with mates popping round at all hours as well as entertaining the occasional girl. "None?" Mycroft gives him a look like he's being dense.
"Well," Greg pulls Mycroft into a kiss. "There's a first time for everything."
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This fic has a companion. Unfortunately that companion is Reason 33. If I keep posting one reason a day Reason 33 won't be posted until September 2nd. Should I ignore the order (just this once) and post Reason 33 tomorrow? Review to tell me what you think?