Sherlock's Angels
Chapter Five: Brawl
AN: So there's a bit of shit-stirring in this one. Be prepared for some possible heart aches too. Hehe I'm so mean ;) xxxxx
Character One: Mrs Hudson
Character Two: Anderson
Rating: Gen
Genre: Teen-Band AU
Location: New Scotland Yard
Prompt: Brawl
"Mrs Hudson, can I speak to you?"
"Yes, Joseph?"
"It's about Sherlock and Mycroft's new relationships. I'm worried. The boys seem a little … obsessed with John and Greg. I mean what if they break up with them? Sherlock and Mycroft might get violent with them. I wouldn't want John and Greg getting hurt."
"Well, I don't know that Sherlock and Mycroft would do that. I mean they're both lovely boys. Are you sure?"
"Well, that's what I mean, they may be lovely when they're on their own but with someone romantically, maybe they'll react differently."
"Well, um, I guess I could have a word with them."
"Oh good. Thank you, Mrs Hudson."
"Okay, Joseph. Now, shouldn't you be getting back to the Yard?"
"Yes, I was just going."
"Bye, Joseph."
Later That Day
"I'll bloody kill you, Anderson!"
"You can't my dad's a cop remember!"
"I don't give a fuck!"
"Mycroft, what's going on?" Greg asks, having heard the commotion outside is mother's office.
"Mrs Hudson has asked me and Sherlock to end it with you and John." Mycroft replies, looking hurt and lost.
"What? Why?" Greg asks, trying not to lose his temper.
"Anderson told her that we were obsessed with you both and that you'd be in danger if the relationship ended."
"What? Joseph, why?"
"Because it's true. Haven't you seen the way they look at you two. Like you're pieces of meat and their lions ready to pounce."
"You know that isn't true, Joseph! Or are you just worried that if that happens, the band will break up and you'll have even less of a chance with Irene or Sally?!"
It's a low blow but Greg is determined to get the upper hand back.
"That's low, Lestrade, even for you. You can't tell me you actually love him! Do you?"
"Well … yes, I do, Mycroft. It's seems crazy, I know but I do. I love you and I know for a fact that John loves Sherlock too. I swear."
"I know. I love you too, Greg."
"I know. But I can't let him break us up."
Mycroft promptly runs at Anderson and punches him in the face, he's ready to take another swing when someone grabs his hand.
"That's enough, dear brother."
"Sherlock, let me go." Mycroft hisses, not taking his eyes of Anderson, who is currently lying on the floor.
"You can't do this here, Mycroft." Sherlock whispers to his older brother.
"Then where?"
"Outside, after."
"But …"
"Mycroft."
"Fine."
"Until later, Anderson." Mycroft whispers, just loud enough for only Anderson to here.
The brothers turn and walk out, Greg and John at their side and just as they get outside, Anderson follows them.
"This ain't over, Holmes."
"Oh, I know it isn't. And I was anticipating you walking out of there."
"Good. Let's settle this properly."
"Fine."
Mycroft takes off his jacket and hands it to Greg.
"Mikey, don't do this, please."
"I have to, Greg. I love you too much to let him tear us apart."
"Please."
"I'm sorry."
"John, take Greg back to yours." Sherlock replies, staring Anderson down.
"No, Sherlock! We're staying right here." John replies, grabbing Sherlock's arm.
"John. I won't ask you again. Get. Out. Of. Here."
"Why?"
"Because there's going to be trouble and we don't want you two getting caught in the cross fire."
"I don't care."
"GO!"
John looks horrified at Sherlock's tone, he's never raised his voice, not even in rehearsal.
"Fine! Greg, we're going." John replies angrily, dragging Greg away.
"You do realise you could have just fucked up your relationship." Mycroft warns Sherlock.
"To keep him safe, I'd do anything, Mycroft."
"Well let's get this over with then."
"Come on then, Holmes' boys. I've been waiting to smack you both for a three years now."
"Two against one, I think I'm going to enjoy this. Ready, Sherlock."
"Always."
Two Hours Later
Greg's fell asleep with worry, while John just stares at the stars through his window. It's times like these that he wished he still believed in God so he didn't feel so alone.
Greg stirs in his sleep and John gently brushes his hair back and rubs circles into his temples. He relaxes immediately and John is relieved. He just wish that relief would stop the worry in his stomach over his boyfriend and his brother.
There's a knock on the door and John almost flies out of bed, nearly knocking Greg off too.
He opens the door and his heart nearly shatters into pieces. Sherlock and Mycroft are standing there, looking like they've just been to hell and back.
There are bruises to one of Sherlock's eyes, a cut on his cheekbone and clearly some damage to his leg as he seems to be struggling to walk on it. Mycroft also has a bruise to his eyes but also a cut to his lip and a cut on his forehead. John can't tell the full damage as he can't see anywhere else but he makes a mental note to thoroughly check both boys over when they get upstairs.
"If you think this is bad, you should see the other guys."
"Oh my god."
"Yeah, we didn't count on Anderson getting back up." Sherlock replies, giving a weak smile.
"What did they do to you?"
"They tried to kick our arses and failed." He continues, keeping up his usual bravado.
"Clearly." John replies sarcastically. "Anyway, get in here. Mycroft, get him upstairs, I'll be up in a minute."
"Yes, sir." Mycroft replies, mock saluting John.
"Mycroft." John warns.
John grabs some packs of veg and ice cubes, grabbing towels as he goes in search of the first aid box. When he finds it he runs back upstairs, dropping them all to the floor so he can wrap the ice packs in towels. He hands them to the boys in an attempt to slow down any swelling and to numb the pain.
"Thank you, John." Sherlock replies, giving him a small smile.
"You're welcome." John replies, not looking at Sherlock but instead focusing on the supplies he needs from the first aid kit.
"John." Sherlock tries, getting off the bed and walking over to John.
"Sherlock, its fine."
"No, it's not. The way I spoke to you earlier was unfair."
"You were just trying to protect me, I get it."
"Well, you and Greg."
"Oh, thanks."
"You know what I mean. Both me and Mycroft were trying to protect you both."
"I know."
"Please look at me."
John does as he's told and Sherlock can't miss the look in his eyes. The look of sadness and pain.
"I'm sorry." Sherlock replies, stroking John's hair out of his face.
"Are you okay?" John asks sadly.
"Of course I am, looking as handsome as ever right?"
"Well, you look like crap right now. But yeah, still handsome."
"Good. Now come here." Sherlock smiles, pulling John in for a kiss.
Over on the bed, Greg stirs a little, his hands reaching out for someone. Mycroft moves closer to Greg until he knows he's close enough for Greg to grab him.
"Mikey?" He whispers sleepily.
"I'm here, baby." Mycroft replies, curling up so he's nose to nose with Greg.
Greg, whether consciously or unconsciously; Mycroft can't tell, kisses him soft and sweet.
"I love you, baby." Mycroft whispers softly to his sleeping boyfriend.
Soon Mycroft falls asleep soundly with Greg safely in his arms and for the first time in a long, has a peaceful sleep, dreaming only of himself and Greg.
"Well, looks like the bed is out of the question." Sherlock quips with a smile.
"Don't be daft, me and Greg have shared a bed before."
"Yes, but the last time me and Mycroft shared a bed, a headed up on the floor with a bump on my head."
John winces slightly.
"Smacked my head on the bedside cabinet." Sherlock adds with a grimace.
"Well, I need to check out your injuries first."
"I'm fine, John."
"Sherlock."
"Fine."
After a quick but thorough check up, John decides that there are no broken bones, just a dislocation in his knee (which he puts back in place, much to the protests of Sherlock), some bruises on his chest and some cuts to his face, which he cleans up and covers with plasters.
"You could become a doctor one day."
"Me, a doctor?" John laughs.
"Why not? You have a great bedside manner and you're so efficient." Sherlock smiles cheekily.
"No, Sherlock."
"What?"
"We're not having sex after you've just been beaten up."
"John, I wasn't talking about sex." Sherlock replies, stilling John's hands and tilting his head to look at him.
"Um, I'm sorry."
"Is that what you thought?"
"No, of course not." John smiles and strokes Sherlock's cheek softly.
"Good. Because I'll let you in on a secret, um, I'm still a virgin."
"Oh. I mean that's good. No, that's …"
"I want it to be with you, John."
"Really?"
"Of course."
"Well, that's … that's nice. God, I'm no good at this."
"It's okay." Sherlock reassures him, pulling him to lie down with him.
There's a few minutes silence before John replies.
"I love you."
"I love you too, my love." Sherlock replies, pulling his now asleep boyfriend close to him and kissing his forehead.
Sherlock looks across at his brother looking the most peaceful he's ever seen him and smiles.
How did two sociopathic geniuses get so lucky? He thinks before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.
So chapter five finished guys. I know, not much of a brawl but I'm crap at writing them. Plus I wanted to keep the injuries a surprise ;) what did you think of Sherlock's confession? I might extend this to seven chapters, just to wrap things up. Please as always R&R. Thanks guys :) xxxxx