A/N: After 5 reviews begging for the next chapter, I decided to be merciful. Here it is the flashback.

x Oxford,England June 1991 x

Mycroft walked, a bit sullenly, arm in arm with Rosamund. Rosa had a spring in her step, the term was over and she had gotten Mycroft to get out of his dorm room. She had shown up at his door that evening and pestered him to go out with her. Rosa had not relented, following him around his dorm room and pleading annoyingly so that Mycroft finally caved to make her stop.

They quickly arrived at a pub not far from campus. Rosa steered Mycroft through the crowd to the bar. She ordered them a couple of beers and leaned back on the counter looking at Mycroft.

"Oh don't be such a sour puss Mikey; we're here to have fun!"

Their drinks were set down next to Rosa's arm. Mycroft picked one up and took a sip.

"I was perfectly content to stay in my room."

"Well too bad. We're out now and finals are over. We should celebrate! And that starts with getting drunk."

Mycroft smiled and shook his head, but took a sip of his beer anyway. The pub was starting to fill up so Rosa grabbed Mycroft's arm and pulled him out to the patio.

Once outside, Rosa spotted a stage that had one of the employees strategically placing water bottles amongst the instruments.

"Oh Mikey, they have a band playing here tonight! We should get a table near the front!"

Mycroft sighed and saw two women vacating a table to the left of the stage. "C'mon." He pulled Rosa along, maneuvering the crowd with ease. He reached the table and set his drink down just as a couple approached it from the other direction. Mycroft shot the couple a winning smile, making the man scowl.

Rosa grinned and set her drink down next to Mycroft's. The other couple disappeared back into the crowd. Rosa looked at Mycroft sideways and the two burst out laughing. Part of the reason Rosa loved having Mycroft as her best friend was that he could always get people to do what he wanted with a few words and a smile.

"Still resentful that I made you come out?"

"Yes" Mycroft replied with a straight face.

Rosa stuck her tongue out at him, knowing Mycroft didn't mean it.

They stood there drinking in silence, comfortable not making conversation. About ten minutes later people started filtering out onto the patio. A man walked out on stage to the center microphone.

"Alright guys and gals are you ready to rock" The crowd roared their answer. "I'm sorry I didn't quite hear that, I said are you ready to ROCK?" The crowd roared even louder this time. "Well wait no longer; here they are THE WAYWARD SONS!"

The announcer backed off the stage as the band walked on and picked up their instruments. The last person to walk on stage made Mycroft's breath catch in his throat.

The man wasn't tall, but neither was he short; his tan muscles popped out of his fitted black t-shirt, leather trousers hugging his legs in all the right places, framing his tight ass. His brown hair was sticking up all over the place, like he had just gone a few rounds and couldn't be bothered to fix it.

He strolled over to the microphone and placed the beer in his hand down next to the stand. The band started playing as he straightened up and grabbed the microphone, bobbing his head along.

Mycroft swallowed hard and stood up straight. As the man started to sing, Mycroft's eyes followed his movements across the stage. Mycroft couldn't take his eyes off the man as he bounced around. The song ended and they started another one. Mycroft's eyes were still glued to the lead singer and he was so mesmerized Mycroft was bouncing on the balls of his feet in time with the music.

Rosa happened to look over at Mycroft and burst out laughing. Mycroft barely registered his best friend laughing at him.

The song ended and the lead singer addressed the crowd.

"You all having a good time?" The crowd cheered, Mycroft included, causing Rosa to stifle another fit of laughter. "Well my name's Greg and we are the Wayward Sons. This next song might sound a bit familiar. If you know it I want you all to sing along."

As Greg had been talking, he picked up a guitar and slung the strap over his head. The drummer started the song off and the rest of the band soon joined in. Rosa squealed and gripped Mycroft's arm when she recognized it as I Fought the Law. She giggled as she started to bounce around and dance, taking Mycroft with her. Mycroft sighed and went with it, bouncing around less than Rosa but he sang along with the rest of the crowd.

The song ended and Rosa stopped bouncing around, taking a sip of her drink. Mycroft drank some of his own beer; a small smile crept on his face when Rosa shot him a smile.

Mycroft continued to watch Greg with rapt attention, not quite sure what it was about this man that was so mesmerizing, besides him looking like sex on legs.

It was about 4 songs later that had Mycroft swear he was dreaming.

The band was pausing in between songs to tune their instruments and rehydrate. Greg was busy chugging a bottle of water, when he happened to look Mycroft's way. Their eyes locked and it made Mycroft's heart skip a beat. Greg lowered his water and leaned over to the guitarist and whispered something in his ear, eyes still locked on Mycroft.

The guitarist quickly relayed whatever Greg had said to the rest of the band, while the brunette finished off his water, his gaze never wavering from Mycroft. Greg put his guitar back on and put the empty water bottle next to the microphone stand.

He stood up, eyes still on Mycroft, and spoke to the crowd.

"Alright everyone, we're going to shake things up. This next song everyone should know."

Greg started strumming on his guitar, the rest of the band soon joining in. Mycroft knew what song it was and gripped the edge of the table, his breath caught in his throat.

"I've just seen a face, I can't forget the time or place, that we'd just met, he's just the boy for me and I want all the world to see we've met. Mmm-mmm-mmm-m'mmm-mmm"

Greg still hadn't taken his gaze off of Mycroft and was singing directly to him.

"Had it been another day I might have looked the other way, but I had never been aware and as it is I dream of him tonight. Di-di-di-di'd'di"

Mycroft couldn't believe what was happening. It was very unreal. His breathing had turned shallow, and he was vaguely aware of Rosa rubbing his upper arm and back, a look on her face between worry and excitement.

"Falling, yes I am falling, and he keeps calling me back again. I have never known the likes of this, I've been alone, and I have missed things and kept out of sight, but other boys were never quite like this. Mmm-mmm-mmm-m'mmm-mmm"

By this time other people in the crowd had followed Greg's line of sight and were wondering what exactly was happening between the singer and man in the crowd who looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Falling, yes I am falling, and he keeps calling me back again."

Greg winked at Mycroft and started the guitar solo, rocking back and forth on his heels. Mycroft started to get a bit of control on his breathing, but was still gripping the table tightly as if it were keeping him from flying away.

"Falling, yes I am falling, and he keeps calling me back again. Falling, yes I am falling, and he keeps calling me back again. Falling, yes he is falling, and he keeps calling me back again."

The song ended and Greg stood there looking at Mycroft, taking a couple of deep breaths. The guitarist looked at Greg then stepped up to his own microphone.

"Alright everyone, we're going to take a break. But don't despair; we'll be back before you know it."

Once his band mate was done talking, Greg quickly took off his guitar, setting it in its stand and jumped down from the front of the stage.

"Oh my god, My I think he's coming over to talk to you" Rosa said, awe and excitement in her voice.

Mycroft looked over at his best friend, a bit of panic in his eyes. Rosa held back a laugh and made a subtle hand motion for Mycroft to take a deep breath. Mycroft did as his friend nonverbally asked and felt his heart rate slow down from it's racing speed.

Mycroft turned back to look at the stage just as Greg approached their table. Mycroft barely suppressed a whimper; God this man is even more gorgeous up close. Greg smiled and propped himself up on the table with his elbow, holding out his other hand to Mycroft.

"Hi, my name is Greg. I was wondering what yours was handsome."

Mycroft squeaked when he opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out, he just stood there staring at Greg in shock.

Rosa eyes flicked between Greg and Mycroft, pursing her lips to hold back her laughter. When it became clear Mycroft was too shocked to answer, she nudged him with her elbow.

"Oh Mikey, will you close your mouth. You look like a fish out of water."

Mycroft closed his mouth and shook Greg's hand. Greg smiled and Mycroft felt like he was going to faint.

"So it's Mikey, you mind if I call you Mike?"

Mycroft shook his head. Greg's smile widened, causing Mycroft to blush and avert his gaze. He realized he was still shaking Greg's hand slowly and quickly released it.

Greg chuckled. "So gorgeous, how do you like the show so far?"

Mycroft cleared his throat and finally broke out of his shocked state.

"I like your music well enough. It's not what I normally listen to but it's not bad."

"What do you normally listen to?"

"Classical mostly."

"Favorite composer?"

"Schubert"

"Hmm, he likes the Austrian" Greg said under his breath. "I do admit I like the complexities of his symphonies but the subtly is somewhat hard to portray on guitar."

Mycroft's eyes widened a bit in awe. This man was perfect. Mycroft was practically drooling, but thankfully Greg didn't see because he was signaling a waitress for a round of drinks. Rosa was watching the exchange trying to contain her giggles. She had never seen Mycroft so caught off guard. He was so going to hear about this later.

Rosa leaned over to Mycroft and whispered in his ear. "Mikey dear you're drooling."

Mycroft's hand flew to his mouth but felt nothing. He shot Rosa a scathing look, which sent her into a fit of giggles. Mycroft let out a dramatic sigh, which made Rosa laugh even harder. His attention was drawn away from his best friend when Greg coughed.

"I am so rude. This is my best friend Rosamund."

"You can call me Rosa." Rosa stopped giggling and shook Greg's hand. "And Mikey, I wish your rudeness was something I wasn't used to." She said dramatically.

"Oh quit being such a drama queen Rosa."

"You wound me Mikey!" She held both her hands over her heart and her expression was that of faux dismay.

Mycroft looked over at Rosa with an expression that asked if she was being serious. A smile crept on Rosa's face and that sent them both into a fit of laughter, Greg chuckling softly as well. Greg had watched the whole exchange with amusement and couldn't help but be pulled into their laughter.

The waitress came over and set down their drinks, which calmed the three down.

Greg lifted his glass to Mycroft and Rosa. "Cheers" They followed suit and all took a drink.

Rosa placed her glass back on the table. "So Greg, I've been wondering where your band came up with its name."

Greg put his own glass down. "It's from the title of a song by this American band called Kansas. We always play it, so you'll hear it later."

"Cool"

"So what do you two do?"

"I'm studying English Literature at Oxford."

Greg nodded and looked and Mycroft. "And you?"

"I'm a student at Oxford as well."

"What's your field of study?"

"Political Science"

"So you plan on taking over the government?"

Mycroft blushed and looked over at Rosa who gave him a smug smirk. He shot her a scowl, and then looked back at Greg.

"Well Greg what do you do, besides play in a band?"

"How do you know this isn't what I do all the time?" Mycroft opened his mouth to apologize, looking embarrassed, but Greg started laughing and waved his hand.

"I'm kidding, the band is only touring since I'm on summer holiday. I'm studying Criminology to be a detective at Scotland Yard."

"What division?"

"Homicide"

"Planning on ridding the world of murderers?"

Greg smiled and winked at Mycroft, "That's the plan."

"You don't meet many aspiring detectives in a rock band" Rosa piped up. Greg's smile fell a bit at Rosa's comment, and it wasn't lost on Mycroft.

"Yeah well you're one to talk, Miss Stage School reject."

"But if I had gotten into Stage School, I wouldn't have met your adorable face" Rosa said cutely, pinching Mycroft's cheeks. Mycroft's comment hit a nerve, but she didn't let it show because she knew he didn't mean it.

Greg smiled gratefully at Mycroft's deflection. "I'm wondering, how did you two meet?"

"We met last year in an introduction literature course. We had to discuss in groups The Canterbury Tales. Mikey was sitting to the side looking bored and not participating. I called him out on it, saying he had nothing to say because he didn't do the reading. This smug bastard just grinned and made me eat my words by giving an in-depth analysis that had everyone including the professor surprised. After that I kept bugging him and he grudgingly accepted my friendship."

"And you had a HUGE crush on me."

"Sod off, I didn't know you batted for the other team."

Mycroft choked on his drink. Once he got his breath back he shot Rosa a look that said Can you not!

Rosa stuck her tongue out at Mycroft. Greg watched the exchange with amusement.

"Anyway, when Mikey came out to me, I got over my little crush and we've been the best of friends ever since."

Greg smiled and opened his mouth to say something, when the drummer came up behind Greg and smacked him upside the head.

"OI! Lestrade quit your flirting and get back on stage."

"Hey! I could arrest you for assault Liam."

"Quit you're huffing; you're not a detective yet. You've had 20 minutes and we're here to get paid."

"Fine I'll be there in a bit."

Liam rolled his eyes and walked back to the stage. Greg sighed, his expression reluctant.

"Well duty calls. I hope to see you after the show." Greg winked at Mycroft before walking back to the stage.

xXx

Don't worry that's not the end of it. I just had to split the flashback in two because it is soooooooooooo long.