A/N: So this is a chapter you all have been waiting for. You're probably wondering which one I'm talking about, only one way to find out.

By the way I finally finished watching Merlin, I am now dead inside.

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Greg woke up to find Mycroft snuggled into his chest. He shifted slightly which caused Mycroft to stir. He smiled and placed a kiss to the redhead's lips when he tilted his head up.

"Morning" Greg said after pulling away.

"Morning" Mycroft replied groggily. "So what are your plans for the day?"

"I made plans to spend the day with the kids. If you're not busy I thought you could finally meet them today."

Mycroft was unsure; he didn't know if they would like him, but he didn't know how to voice this to Greg.

Greg saw Mycroft's hesitation and gave him a quick kiss of reassurance.

"I really want you to meet them and I know they'll love you." Greg pleaded calmly.

"Of course I'll meet them. I just have to make a call to A." Mycroft caved. Greg brightened and kissed his partner.

"Thank you love" Greg said when they pulled apart. He then left the bed to get ready for the day.

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They had decided to take one the cars that were under Mycroft's employ because Greg's was too small for the kids and his partner. It pulled up to Greg's former residence and the greying brunette got out of the car.

He knocked on the door and Lizzie who answered. She squealed in delight and crashed into Greg for a hug. He picked her up and returned the hug, as Amanda came into the hall and called up the stairs.

"Thomas, Daniel. Your father's here." The boys came down the stairs quickly and grabbed their coats, their excitement not as evident as Lizzie's but still there.

"Have them back by 7 Greg. We're going to my parent's tomorrow, so they need to be in bed early." Amanda said neutrally.

"I will." Greg said grabbing Lizzie's coat off the rack, still holding the girl because she wouldn't unlatch from his neck. He opened the door and let Daniel and Thomas walk out before walking out himself, closing the door behind him.

"Dad where's your car?" Daniel asked looking around.

"We're meeting Mycroft today Dan, and dad's car isn't big enough for everyone." Thomas answered for his father noticing the tall redhead leaning against a black car parked on the street. Daniel and Lizzie's gaze quickly followed their brother's and Mycroft started fidgeting nervously with his umbrella.

"Why didn't you tell us dad?" Dan asked Greg.

"I wanted it to be a surprise and honestly I didn't want your mother to know until it was too late to change plans." Greg explained.

"Daddy we're being rude just standing here. And could you put me down already?" Lizzie interjected.

"Alright Princess" Greg said chuckling and set Lizzie down. Greg walked down the drive to Mycroft, his children following him.

"My, this is Daniel, Thomas, and Lizzie" He introduced, indicating to each of his children with a pat on the shoulder. "Kids this is Mycroft Holmes."

Daniel was the first to step forward and offer his hand; when Mycroft shook it he said with a smile, "It's nice to meet you sir."

"Please call me Mycroft, Daniel. Sir is too formal." Daniel nodded and stepped back to let his little brother say hello.

"I hear you're practically the British Government" Thomas said shaking Mycroft's hand. Mycroft shot Greg a look that was partially pained embarrassment that his partner had used Sherlock's description of his job. Greg grinned sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders as way of apology.

"I just occupy a minor position." Mycroft said neutrally.

"A minor position wouldn't afford you the power you obviously hold." Thomas replied. It took Mycroft by surprise and he noticed the intelligent glint in Thomas' eye, it reminded him of the same look Sherlock had when he was younger.

Thomas stepped back and Lizzie surprised them all by throwing her arms wide and wrapping them around Mycroft's waist in a hug. Mycroft was surprised the most out of the group, but hugged the little blonde in return.

Greg smiled as he saw Mycroft's expression soften from the shock of the hug.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you" Lizzie said before releasing Mycroft from the hug.

"And I you" Mycroft replied smiling.

"I'm sure you three haven't eaten, so I thought we'd all go out to lunch." Greg said happily. He had only slight reservations that this meeting wouldn't go well but it had been quickly dispelled.

"That sounds fantastic Daddy" Lizzie said grabbing Mycroft's hand and tugged him to the car. Greg's heart swelled at how well the kids were taking to Mycroft and his partner seemed only to be slightly uncomfortable.

Lunch had gone better than Greg expected. Daniel and My had talked about how Dan wanted to be a Detective for Scotland Yard after finishing school. Lizzie animatedly talked about dance and Mycroft told her about some of the ballets he had attended in the past. Thomas and Mycroft got along famously. They debated everything from politics and philosophy to literature and history. Greg was surprised and pleased by this. He always knew his second born was smart but he never suspected his son had the intelligence that could rival a Holmes.

After lunch they spent the day at a nearby museum, where Mycroft acted as their personal guide, giving a brief history of each exhibit.

By the end of the day Mycroft had become enthralled by Greg's children. They were intelligent, kind, and possessed all the qualities that had attracted the politician to Greg.

Lizzie had successfully wrapped Mycroft around her finger without him noticing, to the point he had started to call her Angel.

They had pulled up to the house and Amanda had opened the front door. They got out of the car and each of the kids said their goodbye, giving Greg a hug and the boys shaking Mycroft's hand.

Lizzie was the last to hug her father.

"Will you be at my recital next week Daddy?" she asked looking up at Greg her green eyes pleading.

"I will try my hardest Princess." Greg said, not wanting to get her hopes up.

"What about you Mycroft? I want you to be there as well." She said turning the pleading gaze on the redhead.

He had planned on saying no, but when those wide emerald eyes fell on him, his resolve crumbled.

"Anything for you Angel." he sighed, accepting her hug.

Daniel and Thomas snickered at how fast their little sister had charmed Mycroft. Greg smiled softly, until he looked over at the door and saw Amanda fuming.

"Alright kids, it's time for you to get inside" Greg said.

The kids walked back to the house; when they were safely inside Greg and Mycroft got back in the car and went to Mycroft's flat. They were sitting on the couch reading, music playing softly in the background when Greg put down his book and snuggled into Mycroft. The redhead wrapped his arm around his partner without looking up from his book.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Greg asked, laying his head on Mycroft's shoulder. Mycroft hummed his acknowledgement, and rubbed his hand up and down Greg's arm.

"It was right after I arrested Sherlock for crashing a crime scene for the third time. You had kidnapped me and offered to pay me to help Sherlock." The detective continued.

"You helped him, though you turned down the money. But Gregory dear, that wasn't the first time we met." Mycroft replied and put his bookmark in place, knowing he wasn't going to get anymore reading done.

"What?" Greg brought his head up to look Mycroft in the eyes. Mycroft closed his book and looked back at Greg.

"If I had met you before then, I'm sure I would've remembered. You're a very memorable person." Greg said.

"Well I assure you, we had met before I had requested that meeting with you."

"Then tell me the story." Greg turned on the couch to where he was looking at Mycroft, his expression expectant.

Mycroft took a deep breath, he wasn't sure how Greg would react to knowing the truth; but Mycroft was past the point of return and decided to act upon Rosa's urgings to tell the truth.

"It was at the end of my second year at Oxford…."

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Mwahahaha, now you have to wait a week for the next chapter. (I'm behind on my writing and that's why I'm spreading this sequence out).