Sherlock's Angels
Chapter Two: Flowers
AN: So Mystrade time. Will Lestrade tell Mycroft or will he chicken out? Well, read and find out ;) hehe xxxxx
Character One: Lestrade
Character Two: Mycroft
Rating: Fluff
Genre: Teen-Band AU
Location: St Bart's
Prompt: Flowers
Bold: Mycroft's thoughts
Italics: Lestrade's thoughts
"I'm glad you're all here and a lot of you are on time for once. As for the rest, well, thank you for always being on time." Sherlock replies, he wears a smile but there's an undertone of annoyance.
He's as bad as the teachers, but at least we have to go to those lessons. He's hard to handle as usual and I have no clue what John sees in him apart from his looks but there we go. He better kurb his attitude though, I'm not in the mood for a pissy Sherlock. Correction, I'm not in the mood for pissy anyone. Oh god, there's Mycroft, gotta pretend I'm listening to Sherlock.
Look at him, pretending to listen to my brother. I wonder what he's thinking. Does he fancy Sherlock? No, if he did then he'd be listening. So who?
"…. Is that alright with you, Greg?"
"Yeah, that's great."
"Good, so let's set up then."
"You zoned again, right?"
"Maybe a little."
"He asked you to wear tight leather pants so he could check out your ass." John whispers to me.
"What?!"
"I'm messing with ya, Greg. He said he wants you more forward and centre than before. So people can actually see you." John giggles.
I could bloody kill him sometimes. If he wasn't so gorgeous and my best friend, I might just do so. I've had to put up with him and his humour for years so I guess I'm used to it now.
Does he fancy John? They seem to get on well. Well, they have known each other for years so it could just be friendly. Is he even gay? I'm just assuming he is because I fancy him.
"Why though?"
"Because, Greg, you're gorgeous and talented. You deserve to be the centre of attention for once. So take it." John replies, kissing me on the forehead affectionately.
Wait, did John just kiss me? He's never done that. So why now? Am I gonna make a mistake by asking Mycroft out? No, don't be stupid. John likes Sherlock and I like Mycroft. Me and John are just best mates, nothing more. Just let it go, Greg. It was just because he cares about you.
Okay, so that looks like more than friends. But then again, Greg does look shocked. Does John do that a lot? We're they ever an item? God, I'm usually good at deducing people. Why am I having so much trouble? Maybe because it's to do with relationships and I've never really understood them.
"Thanks, John." I smile at him and he blushes. Clearly embarrassed at his obvious affection for me.
"Well, we best help set up."
"Yeah."
Are they together? Does John fancy Greg? Looks like I'm gonna have to up my game for this if I want him. What do other guys like though? I mean aside from cars and girls. How do gay guys work? Bloody hell, this is confusing. Flowers? Really? Is that the best I can do? Fuck, he's gonna think I'm some sort of freak!
I can see Mycroft watching me, clearly trying to decide if me and John are together. And possibly how he never realised before. And for once, I hope I'm wrong. Because if that's what he believes then I have no chance with him. He's walking over now and I can feel my hands shake. Why am I so scared?
Only one way to find out. I'll have to ask him what the deal is. Okay, Mycroft, use the sexy low voice; that should get his attention.
"So you and John …" He whispers in my ear so only I can hear. "Is it serious?"
The low tone of his voice is so much of a turn on I can barely breathe. Jesus, he's actually taken my breath away just by speaking. I've got to say something.
Well, clearly it's doing something to his psyche, I can hear his heart pounding louder than before.
"We're … we're not together. We're just … friends."
Dammit, Greg, why are you stuttering?
Definitely having an effect. And they're just friends but still time to turn it up a notch.
"Oh, I just thought. Well, he kissed you on the forehead so I assumed that you must be dating. Then again, you're not even out so how would it work for you two? So, John's clearly bisexual then so what are you?"
"Well …"
"Well, given the fact that you barely even give a look to Irene, who is easily one of the most beautiful and sexiest girls alive, I'm going to take a stab in the dark that you're gay."
I drop one of the cymbals in shock.
Shit. I mean it's good in a sense but is it that obvious?
"Don't worry, there's only me and Sherlock who can tell you are. Irene and Sally just think you're shy. And as for Donovan, well he doesn't care, it's less competition in his eyes. So John obviously fancies Sherlock, so who do you have your eye on if not John?"
Oh god, what do I say? You, Mycroft? No one? Bloody hell. Wait, John's smiling at me. God, I know that look.
"Well … you." I whisper, looking down at the floor.
He's gonna laugh at me, I know it.
"Good. Because I've had my eye on you for a while and now that I know that you're interested, I can finally ask you out."
"Really? I mean, you like me? But, why?"
"Oh, Greg, don't be so dull, of course you know why. But just in case you don't, meet me later and I'll be happy to enlighten you."
God, was that a come on? Wow, this is unbelievable.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes, of course. What time?"
"How about seven? Give you some time to pretty yourself up." He winks at me and touches my back with a feather like touch.
"Okay." It's all I can manage without jumping on him right now.
"Good."
"So what happened?"
Whoa, when did John walk over here? Bloody ninja.
"We're going on a date. Which means, you've got to tell Sherlock."
"Ah, I was kinda hoping it would take longer for you two to … get going, so that I would have more time."
"Go on. Get going."
"What?"
"Do it."
"Fine."
"Good luck."
He flicks me the finger and I just smile back.
Later That Night
"So what are we doing at the morgue? My friend, Molly is doing work experience here and has asked to see me."
"Oh."
"Don't worry. We'll be out of here soon."
He's actually quite cute with that disappointed look on his face. Well, he's cute all the time. No, not cute. Hot? Handsome? Attractive? Gorgeous? Who am I kidding, it's all that. And shy too. I'm so sick of arrogant little boys all the time. Greg will hopefully be more mature than them.
"Hi, Molly."
"Oh, hi Mycroft. Sherlock not with you?"
"Molly, hunnie, we've had this conversation before. My little brother is gay and besides, you're to sugary sweet for him. He'd get bored to easily."
"Oh, yes. Oh, hi, who are you?"
"I'm Greg, nice to meet you, Molly."
"Nice to meet you too."
Silly girl, she's sweet but very dim at times. Can't she tell Greg is gay too? She'd have a better shot with John. Well, if John didn't fancy Sherlock and Sherlock didn't feel the same way, of course.
I wonder if he's asked Sherlock yet. I'll have to ask him later.
I wonder what he's thinking. Maybe of poor Molly chasing guys who aren't interested? Or maybe of me? Don't be stupid, Greg. Getting ahead of yourself now.
"So is that all, Molly?"
Dammit, I zoned out again.
"Yes, that's all, Mycroft."
"Thank you, goodbye, Molly."
"Bye, Mycroft."
"Bye, Molly."
"Bye, Greg."
"So where are we going now?"
"Can you give me two minutes please?"
"Er, sure."
Oh god, has he changed his mind. Why did I ask so many questions?"
He's doing it again. Why is he so worried?
"Of course I haven't changed my mind. Don't be so silly. I'm just going getting something. I'll be right back." Mycroft replies, kissing me softly on the lips.
That's it, I think I'm a dead. I've lost it now.
Ha, his face. He reminds me of the Twilight girls who love that vampire, swooning over how cute he is. Greg is definitely better looking than him.
"Okay, I'll just sit here."
"Good."
Well, what to do. No mags. Well then.
"Hey, I'm back."
"Oh."
He's got me flowers. Really? Wow, he's so sweet.
"Thanks."
"You like them?"
"I love them."
"Good. Shall we get going?"
"Yeah, sure."
"So were to now?"
"We could go to mine, my mum's working the night shift."
"Oh what does she do?"
"She's Detective Inspector."
"What about your dad though?"
"My dad's dead."
Why can't you look me in the eyes, Greg? What happened to you?
"Greg?"
"He was drinking while driving. He always used to hit my mum and I tried to protect her but I was never big enough. Then one day after work, he went for drinks and decided to drive home drunk, crashed his car into a tree. When the police came round and told us, I wasn't sad, I was relieved. Does that make me a monster?"
"No. He was abusive and you just wanted to protect your mum. And then when he died it was like you were free of all the worry and pain. It's understandable. My dad's dead too, cancer. Sherlock was only three. He thought he'd abandoned us and that's why he isn't able to emotionally connect with anyone."
"I'm sorry."
"Not to worry. Is this your house?"
"Yeah."
"How quaint."
Maybe I was wrong about Mycroft, maybe he is just a jerk.
"Thanks." I reply sarcastically.
"No, I mean it. It's just like you simple to look at but so much more than what it appears. The beauty of it makes it wonderful to look at. And I really like it."
"Are you sure you're still talking about the house?" I ask with a smirk, trying to be flirtatious but it probably sounds stupid.
"Of course I'm not, Greg." He replies, walking closer to me and before I can register what he's doing, his lips are on mine and his tongue darts into my mouth.
"Shall we take this upstairs?" He asks, a smirk pulling at his lips.
"Sure."
When we get into my room, he pushes me onto the bed and his teeth mind my neck in an instant. I can't stop the moan that escapes from my lips and I claw at his jacket.
I love his moans, such a turn on. But not too fast with him, Mycroft.
I feel him smile slightly into my neck and I close my eyes, trying to regulate my breathing.
"Relax, we'll take it slow."
"What?" I reply in shock, practically throwing him off the bed.
"Baby, you want a relationship with me right? I won't rush you into anything. I swear. I know I may come across as the bad boy with no feelings but I care about you. I've like you since you walked into school in year seven. I won't hurt you, I promise."
Baby? Really, Mycroft. You're gonna scare him away.
Baby? Oh my God, this is too much. Jeez, I think he loves me. What do I say back?
"I trust you and I care about you too. I really like you and I want something to happen between us."
"Good. Shall we just lie here for a while?"
"Sounds good."
"Yeah." Mycroft replies, pulling me closer so I can lie my head on his chest.
"So, does this mean I have to come out now?" I ask, finding myself fiddling with the buttons on Mycroft's waistcoat.
"Not if you don't want to. But just know that I'll be there for you when you do. And I won't let anyone hurt you either."
"Thanks, erm, Mikey?"
He's already thought of a nickname. That's sweet. And those big blue eyes are killing me.
"I like that. What do I call you though?"
"Umm, I like baby?" I whisper, trying not to sound foolish.
"Okay then baby."
I can't stop myself from yawning loudly and Mycroft smiles at me affectionately.
"Tired? You should sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."
"Okay, Mikey."
AN: So what's everyone think? Not exactly sexy-time but I'll get there ;) xxx