Title: Revenge
Rating: PG 13
Victoria was livid. She knew that if she stormed home, it would be 'a bit not good' as her Papa would say. She texted her uncle.
I'm coming over in 15. –VWH
She loved her Uncle Mycroft, even if sometimes he could be an automaton. She made her way to his large Hyde Park house, and was greeted at the door by her Uncle Greg. She gave him a quick hug and a peck, and went directly to Mycroft's study. He sat at the desk, scotch and soda in hand.
"Drink?"
Victoria sat down on the settee. "Oh god yes."
"What happened?"
Victoria smirked. "I need you help. The sod I was so unfortunate to share dinner with tonight was – shall we say – less than chivalrous when he found out about Daddy and Papa."
Mycroft leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head. "I see."
"Needless to say, he got a face full of red wine and very expensive dinner bill."
Mycroft chuckled. "I'll see what I can do."
Victoria smiled and hugged her uncle from behind, kissing his cheek. Mycroft was not much for displays of emotion, but he turned his cheek and smiled when his niece kissed him. Mycroft produced two cigarettes from the slim silver case in his vest pocket. He handed one to Victoria, and lit it for her before lighting his own. He leaned back and smiled. "To revenge."
Victoria took along drag and leaned back. "To revenge."