Greg hit the tree hard as the sudden rip of pain scorched his mark causing him to scream out. He yelled yelled until his voice was raw and broken. He panted as tears streamed down his face and his arm went numb and he collapsed on the ground, unconscious. When he worke he looked around and groaned as he realized he had been brought inside and to a study. Danm.
DANM THAT ICE FAIRY AND HIS MAGIC AND HIS FUCKING MARK! He thought in a rage. " I told you to leave him !" Mycroft yelled at John. " but you can't leave him like this !" John said and entered the room. " hey …" he said awkwardly. " sherlock is still sleeping and … I found you and brought you here. You looked prity bad and mycroft explained me what happened … uhm " John said quietly and sat down beside him. " if you don't want the mark … both of you have to agree and I will destroy you bond. It will hurt physical and mental but … you will be free. Mycroft is like sherlock … he isn't bad just strange that's all. Maybe you can get along with each other. A friendship would be enough… you don't have to be with him …" he said quietly
"The bloody bastard tried to kill me! " he said and sat up. "I'll stay in the room with him but that's it" he grumbled. Sherlock stumbled in, his hair a mess and skin paler than normal " if you'll be here I can help you get your things. I can enchant a charm for you ap Mycroft can bring you there and back with your things"Sherlock said.
Greg nodded slowly "alright. Sounds decent"Greg said. John looked worried at sherlock. They haven't spoken since he left him back. He didnt know how he held him …
Mycroft came in. " you things are downstairs in the hall " he said emotionless and walked away. His face was burised and he couldn't stand the others looking at him. " thank you " John said after him and stood back up. He held his head low as he stood infront of sherlock. " why didnt you tell me ?" Greg waited till Mycroft was gone before running out to his tattered things. He found his small box of belongings and unravled a soft cloth from inside "good boy champ" he said down to the white ball of fluf with violet eyes that was his sole friend. He set the tiny fox kit on his lap and dug arounvw for the bits of meant he had gathered for the pup.
Sherlock looked away "im a human.I'm hated enough without others knowing and until last night it wasn't useful information"he said as he pulled bandages out of Mycroft's desk and wrapped his arm again. "You ran. You saw and you ran. A perfect example of why I keep it hidden" he said. " I don't hate you and I would have never done what I did if you told me. " John said slowly. " I'm sorry … I'll take my punishment " he said quietly and closed his eyes. His old master used the whipe on him when he even moved to much in his cage he just hoped sherlock would do it quick. Sherlock snorted "you saw and you ignored it. You only came back so you wouldn't hurt" he said. He looked at John and shook his head " the room is yours. Dinner at six"he said and walked out, nudging john slightly but nothing more as he walked the empty halls that he called home. " I didnt saw it … I would have … you don't want me anyways… I'm your slave nothing more. Something to study and then throw away " he said before sherlock left. He watched him leave and looked around
Mycroft stood in an corner and watched him silently. He watched the small fox and Greg before he dissapired to get better meat for the
PUp and a bottle of milk. " here … we have formular in the kitchen you can use everything " he said and placed it down beside him. " you aren't trapped here. You can do what ever you want " Greg let the fox take some of the meat but he wouldn't touch it. "It's prison. Maybe there's no bars or warden but I'm not feer. I can't leave or I get crippling pain, I never chose to be bound to you and you already tried to kill me. " he said annoyed as he picked up champ who growled at Mycroft though it sounded more like sqweaking. "Yay for being a mutt. All the disadvantages and non of the perks" he muttered as he grabbed the box, pup and a blanket before walking off to find somewhere to put his things down
. " you brok in and I didnt know you were my should mate. I'm sorry " he never ever apologised but the ice man was really melting. He watched him leave and walked back into his room freezing everything in two centimetres of solid ice.
"Yeah well neither did I" Greg snapped as he continued to wander before finding John's room.
The room was small with a double bad in the corner. John heard Greg walking past and he opened the door for him. " w-would you come inside ?… I don't want to be alone " he whimpered he saw the small fur ball and stroked his head gently. " he is a cutie " John said with a small smile. " you could stay here … sherlock doesn't want me around and the hall were mycrofts room is covered in ice " John said, Greg nodding in response and smiled as John pet the fox " I call him champ. Show him your roar champ"Greg said and the smal pup sqweaked at him loudly "very menacing" Greg smiled and nodded as he walked in " why don't we go outside yeah? Little morw room to breath. Besides then you can see champ's leaf hunting skills" Greg smiled. " I don't know if I'm allowed to but … sherlock is already mad so I think I can risk it " he said and chuckled at the pup. " I'm shivering in fear !" He said and let him nibble on his finger.
" little champ " John said beaming and smiled at the small fox. He could forget all the problems he had as he looked down at him. " I would love to see your hunting skills I'm sure I can pick up a few things " John said to cheer both of them up . Greg smiled as they walked out. The grounds were still burnt but further back it was still green. He walked over as champ swung his fluffy tail behind him. Greg sat down and let champ roam around. The grass was taller than champ so he had to prance and hop to get around as he chased leaves and tripped over his own tail as he tried to catch bugs. Greg smiled and laughed at him "good job. You almost caught that one" he cheered. John sat down besid him and chuckled as the small fox jumped trough the grass. " there ! He caught a butterfly !" John said beaming and watched the pup eat it hungrily. " he is a true hunter !" John said chuckling and lay Into the soft grass. Greg smiled as the pup went into a sneezing fit as the grass tickled his nose. Champ rolled around and curled up in a pile of leaves amd chewed on a stick he had foun. His attention snapped as a frog hopped by and champ followed, happily hopping behind it. John smiled and watched him. He couldn't believe that a small fox was so active. " we're did you find him ?" He asked curiously.
Greg sighed sadly "in the forest. His mum was dead in a trap and it was clear that the other kits starved to death. I heard this quiet crying from a hole by rhe mum and found champ in it. He was hardly bigger than a leaf when I found him". " oh that's so sad … I shouldn't have asked " John said quietly. " but you are a great papa… he looks healthy and strong " he said and picked him up to cnuddle him lovingly. Greg nodded "yeah...but he's a fighter. Had the odds against him and now he's here and still kicking. I'm so proud of him" he smiled " champ the little adorable fighter " he said and ruffled his fur. " we can pick pock some food out of the kitchen for him. I'm sure it taste better them butterflies " he said chucking and handed him half sleeping pup over Greg smiled " sounds good" he said as he carried the pup in his hand and back inside "he's still so small. I think he was the runt"v he said as they went to the kitchen and he set the pup down in the sink to splash around as they looked for something good to eat As much as greg liked John so far he still felt more comfortable feeding champ himself so he was thankful when John gave him the meat. He smiled to the soggy pup and fed him the meat John watched them smiling and leaned against the counter. He could never hurt the pup but he could understand Gregs feelings. He was so over protective. Greg smiled and fed the pup aĺl the food before taking him out and drying him off. He chuckled as the pup fell asleep in his hand and snored softly he is realy adorable like this " John said smiling and made some tee for them
Sherlock went to Mycroft's office and knocked before appearing inside " I was kind and he ran away. Why? " He asked. "I treated him like a friend. Gave him my bed. Gave him food and spoke to him as a person and not a pet yet he ran away. Why"he asked as he began to pace. " because he doesn't trust you sherlock. He will never see you as friend or mate because you bought him. I don't know what you have to do to make him stay. " Mycroft said simply. " I nearly killed my would mate what does that say about my character. I force him to stay like you do with John. I never imagened the univers being that cruel " Sherlock sat on the floor as he animated some ice figurines and got them to slide around on the floor. " I don't know what to say to make up for it. I can't return him and meet him properly. Hell, I can't even let him go or we'll both be hurt. " he said and looked down disappointed " yeah. ...that will be hard to make up for. " he agreed " maybe. ...try and show the best of yourself? " he suggested. " there you have your answer little brother " Mycroft said and created a small ice dragon which fly trough the room. " but it isn't that easy with Greg. He hates us in general. Hell, I don't even know why he broke in. It wasnt for money there are easier ways for that. I can't make it up to him how I treated him that best would to break the bond complitely. " he said quietly. The dragon landed by sherlocks feet and nudged him.
" I just said what I can't do. That's not an answer"he grumbled as rhe ice Dragon nudged him. He got his figurine to pet the Dragon and blew air so it could fly again " i don't know. I gave John his own room, I'll furnish it when I leave. Perhaps you find common ground with Greg. Get a pet perhaps. " " oh brother mine you see but don't realise. " he said with a smile and creates a smaller ice dragon who danced around them. He sat beside the dragon in the air and then on
Sherlock's human on the ground. " try to be kind to him. And with that I don't mean giving him a room I mean doing things with him. He promised you a fly go out and show him the forest, explain him our megic maybe you find a pup to take care but don't make him feel like he is the one. Show him that he isn't a slave anymore " Sherlock sighed as he watched his person go down and made an ice Dragon of his own to prowl Mycroft's desk before making it look like Greg as it walked around with a small snowball following like the pup " I am trying. It's just difficult. I don't know what I'm supposed to treat him like. I mean, I don't exactly know what you're supposed to do with friends" he muttered. " just … I don't know sherlock. Just be yourself. " he said slowly and watched the human walking around. " I try that too but … it doesn't work. I just hope he stayes. That would be enough for me. " he said and leaned back into his chair nipping on his whiskey. " you two have a bond " he said to cheer him up and give him hope. Sherlock chuckled " and you two have a mutual hatred of you" he said " maybe try and make friends with the pup. He seemw to love that thing. Could help you"he said with a half smile. " it seem so yes " he said quietly. " it growled and snarled at me. He has the same personality like you I think. " he said to tease him. But he would try it out maybe he could convince the pup not to bite him. Sherlock chuckled " I'd say give it an advanced spell book but then you'd really be in over your head" he smiled. "I figure if you get along with the pup then greg may tolerate you"he said. Sherlock nodded "best of luck. I have a room to decorate so ta for now. Unless you'd like to help. We can get a room ready for Greg after" he said as he stood. Mycroft stood slowly up. " no … I decoratie their rooms while you look after them. They are in the kitchen " he said quickly and picked his umbrella up. He wanted to make it as comfortable as possible fore Greg and John. " I want to decorate John's room. "He said stubbornly as he crossed his arms " ill stay with them while you watch them." Mycroft frowned. he had never seen his small brother so caring. he stood up and teleported himself into the room where gregs stuff stood on the ground. he changed the walls to make the room larger. he added an other huge double bed and a large window front. he keept everything bright with warm colours. he deduced it would be the best thing to let Sherlock create John room so he let the other bed dissapire.