Hello everyone. People have been asking me what's the deal with Mycroft well I've decided it's time for some quality times with the Holmes family, and I do mean the Holmes family. WARNING LABEL This is going to be a more serious story rather than just be a piece of fluff. so if you don't want that this is your warning. also if your not open minded to some values that some people hold today this might not be your fic to read. ENJOY
"Tell me again why we have to go to this thing every five years" asked Remington as he slid his vest on.
"I don't know it's something, Grandmum came up with, at least it's not every year" Wellingotn said as he out on his favorite aftershave.
"Well I think it's stupid...I've always though it was stupid. Why should we all gather at Grandmum's estate to have conversations with people we are forced to talk to every five years" Remmy whined.
"Don't complain to me, I always enjoy seeing the family" Wellington lied.
"Says the man who punched a cousin last time" retorted Remington. Wellington sighed and walked out of the bathroom.
"The faster we get out of here the sooner we get there, and the sooner we arrive home" Wellington stated.
"Whatever floats your boat"
A LONG DRIVE LATER
" I don't even know half of these people, I delete them after we leave everyone knows that" whined Sherlock.
"Just say hello, make a NICE comment on their investments and move on" said Molly.
"And whatever you do don't punch anyone" said Livingston as Wellington gave him a death glare.
"Is no one going to forget that" asked Wellie.
"Nope" everyone said simultaneously. Molly leaned forward and knocked on the expensive wood door. Moments later an oldish man with jet black hair with grey patches on the side, slicked back tastefully, opened the door.
"Oh, the weird side of the family has arrived" he said.
"Hello to you too, Wallis" Sherlock said. Livingston dug his elbow into Remington's side.
"Who is he again" he whispered.
"I don't know, I think he's dad's cousin or something" he whispered back. Wallis stepped aside and allowed the family to enter. They all stepped into the family mansion, and a good crowd of people where already there. Sherlock's mother, Agatha, invited her family along with her late husbands family. Sherlock looked around for a place to hide, but it was to late, an older lady walked over to him and gave him a hug. His mother always had been the more expressive one.
"It's good to see you here, Sherly" she said. Sherlock cringed when he heard his nickname.
"Oh Molly, your looking more lovely than ever" Agatha complimented as she gave her daughter-in-law a small hug. Molly prayed that she didn't smell like death and formaldehyde.
"Dear me, you boys have grown much more handsome since we last met" Agatha said as she gave her grandsons a once over.
"It's genetics" Remington said gloatingly.
"If you call spending far to much money on expensive shampoos and conditioners genetics then I guess your correct" Wellington said to himself.
"Are Benny and Demy here" asked Livingston before his brothers broke out into World War III.
"Yes I do believe so, they are in the library with Mykie" she said. Livingston gave her a curt smile and made a beeline for the library. He found the correct door, after a few tries, and came upon his cousins reading old dusty books.
"Thank god your here" Livy said. Benedict and Demetrius looked up.
"Why do you say that" they asked.
" I don't think I could survive some of these family thing if you two weren't around" he said.
"Oh look Benedict, Livingston actually needs us. He has finally stopped snogging the Watson girl long enough to remember we exist" Demetrius said.
"Come on Demy don't be like that, Heather is the reason I need you two right now" he begged.
"Why would you need us to deal with her" asked Demy.
"Well, people are going to ask if I've got a girlfriend, and I don't plan on lying to them. I don't think they are going to take to her very well" he said. The two brothers gave each other devilish looks.
"Really, the family, not liking Heather Watson, the daddy's girl" Demetrius
"The girl with more military training than most army Privates" said Benedict
"The girl who goes to the gun range for fun" said Demetrius
"The girl who believes a cup of tea is surpassed by the powder packets you get in MREs" said Benedict
"The girl who thinks pink is an except and color for EVERYTHING and I do mean everything" said Demetrius.
"The girl who dotes on romance and flowers and if she doesn't get them will put you in a head lock faster than you can say Richard Brook" said Benedict
"The girl who has John Watson as a father and dares to date a Holmes" said Demetrius.
"I get it she's a little unusual" said Livingston.
"Pfft, a little unusual is just the tip of the iceberg, underneath the surface of the water there is a crap ton of crazy" Demy told him.
"Will you just help me" Livingston asked again.
"We'll try, but your asking a lot" Benedict said. Livingston sighed in relief, he knew that if Benedict and Demetrius could win over people they would accept Heather easier. He didn't want his family to reject the love of his life.
"There is going to me a meeting for all of the males in just a few minutes, we'd better get going" said Benedict as he looked at his pocket watch. He thinks that thing makes him look cool, but in reality it makes him look like a Batman villain. Livingston followed his cousins through the large house into a large room full of big brown leather sofas and chairs. The room was noises with chatter, but Livy saw his father leaning against a wall on the opposite side of the room. He was about to make his way over there when a older man clapped his hands together and the room fell silent.
"Roll call" he said. Suddenly Wallis stood up and held a ledger in front of him.
"Roderick Silas Holmes" he read.
"Here" said the older man.
"Wallis George Holmes...here" he said
" Sir Mycroft Octavius Holmes" he read. Mycroft got up from his chair.
"Present" Mycroft said with a small bow, he was always one for dramatics. Wallis looked at the next name on the list and sighed.
"Sir Sherlock Hamlet Holmes"
"I am...regretfully here" dad said.
"Benedict Julian Holmes"
"Here"
"Quentin James Holmes"
"Here, father" said a posh voice from the front of the room. Benedict gave him a hateful look. Benny hated Quentin. Quentin always tried to push himself up in the family rank, but Benny was never going it let that happen, not while he was still alive.
"Rutherford Walter Holmes"
"Here"
"Wellington Thaddeus Holmes" read Wallis, but nobody's answered. Everyone looked around and saw Wellie looking out a window.
"Mmmhhhm. Wellington Thaddeus Holmes, are you here" Wallis said louder. Wellington looked away from the window and saw that everyone was looking at him.
"Sorry, I was in my mind palace. It's actually interesting in their. Oh, but don't worry Cousin Wallis, I'm sure all of the rest of the gentlemen in this room find it just thrilling to hear you read off a list of names" Wellington retorted. A couple of the men chuckled, and Wallis glared at Wellington who just smiled at him.
"Demetrius Clifford Holmes" he continued.
"Here" Demetrius said. You could tell he wanted to say more, but he held himself back because his father was in the room.
"Remington Hamish Holmes" Wallis said, he knew he wouldn't get through that name without a witty reply.
"Why do you get to read the names Wallis, shouldn't it be someone we like" asked Remmy.
"I read the names because I'm the one that is chosen to do so" replied Wallis.
"Actually your not, you see you might think I don't care but I've read the rule book that comes along with this family and the leader of this little shindig is supposed to be a highly respected leader amongst the family" Remington said.
"Are you saying I'm not a highly respected leader of the family" asked Wallis.
"You couldn't lead a horse to water of the horse was dehydrated" Remington retorted.
"If you could please remain quiet for the remainder of this roll call that would just be wonderful"
"If it will make you stop talking i'll tape his mouth shut" said Sherlock, who gave a mischievous smile to his son who couldn't help but return it.
"Please do...anyway I was saying. Remington Hami..."
"I'm here for God's sake" Remington said.
"Livingston Mycroft Holmes"
"Here" said Livy.
"Finally, one of Sherlock's boys kept their mouth shut" said Wallis and the men in the room chuckled at his joke.
"At least my son's have more on their minds than who gets my money after I die" Sherlcok said, Wallis stopped laughing and continued.
"Alton William Holmes" he said.
"I'm here" said a boy from behind Livy.
"That concludes the Roll Call, but we have some guests today. They include Ms. Agatha Holmes' nephews. They are Mr. Franklin Perry Wheatley and his son Leander Washington Wheatley. Also Mr. Zebulon William Meyer and his son Marcellus Orville Meyer" Wallis said, and each man raised his hand when their names were called.
"Good, now does anyone have any new business they would like to present" asked Wallis. Remington raised his hand, and Wallis hesitantly acknowledged him.
"Well I've taken a recent look at our funds, and I believe if we all want to go to cheer camp this year we will defiantly have to have a bake sale. It's the only way" said Remington in a serious voice. The room chuckled once again, and once again Wallis was unamused.
"Very funny Remington, but we do actually have important things to discuss" Wallis said.
"We have to change our family crest" Mycroft said from his spot.
"Ah yes, as you all should know by now Mycroft and Sherlock have been knighted by the queen. They are the first Holmes' to be so honored, and this as changed our rank. Therefore we must change our family crest accordingly" Wallis spouted off. He was still a little sore that he had yet to be knighted, but the queen doesn't knight spoiled rich boys. She only knights national heros and those who are brave at heart.
"I say we we tell the queen we changed it and just keep it the same" said Sherlock who was in no mood to debate on this silly matter. Remington raised his hand again much to Wallis' annoyance, but he acknowledged him yet again.
"Why don't we honor the two knights and those in the Holmes family who have fallen" said Remington. This took everyone aback, that was deep and un-comical, very un-Remington.
"What does that look like to you Remington" asked Wallis. Remington gladly walked up to the front of the group and pulled out the little pad of paper he always carried. Habit of being a genius.
"We'll I say we keep all that helmet and leaf stuff around the shield, but we change the shield itself. I say we make that base coat black to represent something meaningful which will mean something to others. We can represent Uncle Mycroft and Dad with two noble birds, an Owl and a Raven which are both very intelligent and go along with our family motto, intelligentia vincit omnia, which we all know means intelligence wins over all. The two fouls can be looking over and protecting a elaborate white rose which will represent Thaddeus Holmes, a fallen member of our family, and also all the Holmes' who have gone before us" rattled off Remington as he sketched out the crest. The men watched in interest, all except for Sherlock who could care less. When he was done Remington handed the drawing over to Wallis, who took one look and snorted.
"Please Remington, what a silly idea, you taken this opportunity to play another joke on this family AND I will not have it" Wallis said, he looked to the group for reinforcement. There was none.
"So then we find someone who can draw and send this to the queen, that sound good" said Remington trying to diffuse the tension.
"I move that Wallis steps down from his position and Remmy fills his place" Sherlock said jokingly, but the others didn't take it as a joke. The entire groups lifted their hands and Wallis went and sat down in a nearby chair. Remington just stood up not knowing what to do.
"Uh, ok. Well I don't particularly enjoy these meeting is I know you all don't enjoy them either so I'll make this as quick as possible. We really don't have any old business because nothing ever really happens that will threaten the family, speaking of which Livy's got a girlfriend. You all might find that interesting, she loves guns and military stuff, but she's a totally girly girl which is a mystery even to me. I would watch her because Livy seems pretty serious about her, but I think she's alright to no worries there. Um...we aren't introducing any new family members soo..." Remington rambled as he saw Livingston steaming with rage, that was before he saw Mycroft stir.
"Ah yes Uncle Mycroft, do you have something to say" asked Remington. Mycroft turned to him and took in a deep breath.
"I'm getting remarried" he said. The group applauded for him, but Benedict and Demetrius where in total shock.
"Are you and mother getting back together" Demetrius asked for the two brothers. Benedict had been 15 and Demetrius was only 10 when their parents split up. They had always wished that their parents would find a solution to whatever problem had separated them, and remarry. Maybe their wish would come true
"No I'm not remarrying your mother" Mycroft said, and it broke the boy's hearts.
"Then who are you marrying, because we certainly haven't met her" Benedict said half heartedly.
"Hemmm mm ismmm gmmm"'Mycroft mumbled below his breath. Sherlock's eyes widened in shock, further than the ever had before, he had obviously heard what his brother had said and he was in totally shock.
"Seriously Mykie I've known for ages, but that choice is a low blow" Sherlock said.
"I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that" said Remington to Mycroft. Sherlock signaled at his son to stop, nobody should now what Mycroft was about to say. It would kill his reputation in the family.
"Come out with it already Mycroft" said Roderick, the oldest man in the room. The man Mycroft had looked up to after his father had died. Mycroft straightened himself up and took on a stance of power.
"His name is Gregory" he said proudly. The room fell silent, you could hear the dust settling on the furniture.
"Your...gay" said Demetrius after a long pause.
"Is that why you and mother split up" asked Benedict.
"Partially. She only married me so she could produce children to get her parents off her back. I frankly don't know why she stayed for 16 years" said Mycroft, with a little sadness in his voice. It became apparent he had cared for his wife.
"We...are...fake" Demetrius breathed out. The room fell silent once more, that is until a woman burst into the room what seemed like hours later.
"Are you gentlemen done in here, we are about to serve tea" said a spry young lady obvious from Agatha's side of the family.
"Yeah we're just about to wrap it up. Isn't that right gentlemen" said Remington. The men did nothing.
"In fact I call this meeting to a close. I'll see you all in 5 years" Remington said and he walked towards Mycroft and shuffled him out of the room. One by one the men all left.
"Do you know how stupid that was" said Remington when he and his uncle had escaped to the garden.
"I saw no better time to tell everyone" said Mycroft who pulled out a cigarette. As he lit it, Remington smacked it out of his hand.
"You could have at least told your own sons in private, you made them look like complete fools, telling them they where born to make Aunt Adelaide's parents shut up" Remington said.
"I suppose so" Mycroft said as he fished out another cigarette. Remington grabbed that one along with he whole pack, ripped them apart, and threw the on the ground.
"Aren't we being a littler over dramatic" said Mycroft.
"No, I'm not going to let you vent your frustrations that easily" he said. Remington saw Benedict and Demetrius coming towards them and decided it leave.
"Now it's time to clean up your mess" he said. Remington walked towards the house and past the brothers.
"We don't care you know" said Benedict who had always been the representative of the two.
"You don't care that your lives have been lies" said Mycroft.
"We don't care that your gay. We don't care that mom had us to trick Grandmother and Grandfather. Now we don't even care if you two ever get back together. We just care that we are all together" said Benedict.
"That's impossible" Mycroft said.
"No it's not. We can all keep in touch, go to your wedding, have a Christmas dinner, we just need to agree"
"This is more complicated than you boy understand" Mycroft said.
"Then explain it to us. We're 23 and 18 we can handle it" said Benedict.
"Fine you want the whole story, here it is. I met your mother while she was a worker for the queen you both know this. She had been on the run from her parents. She intrigued me and we got married. I had know of my 'condition' for sometime before your mother"
"Your gay, you don't have a disease stop calling it a condition" said Demetrius very sternly. If he was going to have a gay father he might as well have one that didn't hate himself.
"Fine, I knew I was...gay ever since I was young. I had always covered it up, and when I started feeling thing for your mother I though I had been cured by her. We got married and had Benedict and we where happy. Then we had Demetrius five years later, and your mother's parents found her shortly after he was born. Of course they where delighted that their daughter had found a rich man and had children, they finally approved of her. After that Adelaide changed, she...stopped being like she was when I first met her. Then one day years later I confronted her about it, she told me that she had married me because her parents wouldn't stop pestering her about getting married and having children. She told me how she picked me because she deduced that was...gay. She told me that she did fall in love with me after we had Benedict, but when her parents came back she was reminded why she had done this in the first place. She had planned to get married, have one child, get divorced, give the child to its father, then spend the rest of her life on her career. So we filed for divorce and you know the entire story" Mycroft said. The boys didn't know what to do. They had always though that their parents divorced because dad spent to much time at the office, or Mom was a little too spendy. Now they knew. It all made sense now. Why dad kept the boys after the divorce, why mum never called them, why when they went to visit her during the summer she would never look them in the eye. Demetrius started to cry, but stopped himself. Holmes men don't cry for anything, even if their parents had lied to them for their entire lives.
"So where does this Gregory guy come into play" he asked his father.
"I've always loved Gregory. I met him when he first came to Scotland Yard, I was ashamed of what I was so I never told him. When your mother came along it was like a blessing, so I just loved him from afar. He had the terrible wife, the woman was always cheating on him, but he wouldn't leave her because they had young children. One day I was at Scotland Yard we where working a case and he told me that he had seen me glancing over at him for years, he ask me if I liked him. I told him no, I loved him. Then he...well I won't say what he did, but we started dating soon after that, in secret mind you. Then two years later your mother found out and she said she had been putting off getting a divorce for the children's sake and told me why she married me. She wasn't at all hurt that I had been in a...gay relationship for two years. She was just happy that I wouldn't mind the divorce, which was wrong" Mycroft retold. Benedict and Demetrius where astounded.
"You'd been dating this bloke since I was 13" said Benedict.
"Yes, and just recently he had decided that his children are old enough that he and his wife can get a divorce" Mycroft. Suddenly you could see the gears turning in Demetrius' head and a light bulb suddenly went off.
"Lestrade's first name is Greg" he said.
"YOU'VE BEEN SHAGGING LESTRADE FOR 10 YEARS" he realized.
"I don't have to shout" said Mycroft.
"That's why he comes over to the house all the time...how did I not see it before" said Benedict, more mad at himself than his father.
"Your dull I guess" he said. The boys started to chuckled and Mycroft joined in.
"You know now we are going to have to have a serious talk with Lestrade, you know to make sure he's good enough to be a Holmes" Demetrius said. The laughter was cut off when the men saw Mummy Holmes waddled over towards them.
"Oh crap" Demetrius said.
"MYCROFT HOLMES, HOW DARE YOU COME OUT OF THE CLOSET AND DONT INVITE ME" she yelled at her older son. Mycroft was confused.
"You knew I was gay, mummy" he said. Agatha rolled her eyes.
"Of course I knew you where gay, I'm your mother. I knew from when you where 2 that your where gay. Once I made you participate in a play where you had to hold a girl's hand and you dreaded it until she got sick and she was replaced by her brother, then you couldn't wait" she said. Mycroft and his sons chuckled at little Mycroft's antics, but Agatha was upset.
"I'M very upset that you didn't invite me to your coming out party" she scolded him.
"How about I invite you to my wedding" he said trying to make amends to his mother. She had been the one he worried most about excepting him. Mycroft was very thankful he didn't have to tell his father, but perhaps like mummy he already knew.
"You better or I'll make that girl come down here and hold your hand" said the cross woman.
Hello everyone, did you enjoy it. Some people have messages me asking about Mycroft and his situation. They said the whole Ramilda story plus the fact that Mycroft has a son that is older than Wellington, has confused them. Well here is what I have stored in my head, in fact I'm actually writing another separate fic on this whole ordeal. I don't know when it's going to be up but hopefully before summer. I would love for you to read it. I hope you enjoyed this story, please leave a nice comment, and as always THANKS FOR READING