Chapter Two-
Strolling down the street confidently, swinging his umbrella as he walked, Mycroft avoided a group of girls squealing and laughing by crossing the street. Only to cross again a few seconds later when his destination came into view. Greg worked at Speedy's café, Mycroft usually did not like to frequent cafés but they served good tea. Not because Greg worked there.
Entering the shop Mycroft walked up to the counter and placed his order, Greg was behind the coffee machine filling in another order and he would soon drop Mycroft's tea off to him when he was done brewing, so Mycroft went and sat at an empty booth just watching and waiting.
Greg smiled as he read his next order, earl grey tea, he knew exactly who this was for, one of his regulars who always carries the umbrella no matter what the weather was like. Looking up, Greg searched the small crowd for the man who drunk the tea, spotting Mycroft Greg just smiled.
A minuet later Greg was out from behind the counter and delivering Mycroft his tea, "here you go," Greg said as he placed the tea on the table in front of Mycroft. Mycroft, who was watching Greg as he walked over, smiled and thanked him.
"You're welcome," replied Greg as he just stood watching his regular take his first sip of tea, looking down at his wrist watch, Greg noticed it was almost time for his break, his lunch date should be here soon.
Giving one last smile to Mycroft, Greg walked back behind the counter and ditched his apron, disappearing into the back of the store Greg informed his manager that he was taking his break. Drinking his tea Mycroft watched as Greg re-entered the front of the shop and made a two coffees, one for him and one for some one else, taking an empty table in the middle of the store, Greg took a sip from his coffee and set the other on the opposite side of the table. He was obviously waiting for someone then.
A few minuets later a tall man with black straight hair walked into the coffee shop and over to Greg, the man took the seat across from Greg and the two smiled and greeted each other, talking the two men became more comfortable and started lightly touching each others hands on top of the table, meeting each other half way.
Mycroft sighed as he watched, finishing his tea. Why couldn't Greg be dating me thought Mycroft as he left his empty cup and a few bills on the table and exited the coffee shop. Greg had lots of little dates like this, the silvered haired man was quite popular with the ladies and the men. Mycroft was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't even see his younger brother until he bumped into him on the side of the road.
Starting to stutter out his apology Mycroft looked down and found a curly mop of black hair and a set of oceans peering up at him. Huffing Mycroft straightened what he was wearing and glared daggers at Sherlock.
"What are you doing here Sherlock?" Mycroft asked his brother harshly.
"Following you," the little genius said plainly.
"Where is Mummy?"
Sherlock just shrugged, "Gone again. Myc? Why were you in there?" Sherlock pointed to Speedys, "where you eating cakes?"
"No, Sherlock. I wasn't." Mycroft took hold of Sherlock's hand and started to pull him back along the street.
"What were you doing there then?" Asked Sherlock curious, "did you have a date? Are you seeing someone?"
"No, Sherlock" Mycroft said again.
Pouting Sherlock pulled his hand out of his brothers and folded his arms, walking along side Mycroft asked the two walked back home.
"Have you eaten?" Mycroft asked once they got to their front door, stealing a quick glance towards Greg's driveway noticing that his motorbike was still gone.
Sherlock just shook his head and waited impatiently for Mycroft to unlock the door.
"Sherlock," scowled Mycroft, "you have to eat something, even if its just toast." When Mycroft finally pushed open the front door, Redbeard their dog barked once and trotted up to greet Sherlock. Weakly he tried jumping up to lick Sherlock's face, but Sherlock just reached down and patted the dog, the two of them then ran further into the house to go and play and Mycroft just sighed and shut the front door behind him.
Slipping off his shoes, Mycroft made his way into the kitchen and opened the fridge, rummaging around he found some cold Chinese and heated it up for his brother. When the Chinese was done, he made a plate and called for Sherlock, deciding he would work on his business studies essay for the rest of the afternoon before making dinner.
Running into the room Sherlock grabbed his plate and then ran out again, yelling excitedly about successfully stealing the treasure, Redbeard ran through the kitchen a few seconds later, slowly trailing after Sherlock. Mycroft just watched and sighed, Redbeard was getting old.
Being true to himself, Mycroft worked on his business essay until the early evening. He enjoyed taking the class and he always excelled in any assignment, from a young age Mycroft had always known that he wanted to go study this kind of field, perhaps go into parliament one day.
Across the street Greg pulled into his drive way, getting home later than he would of liked from the café. The girl who was suppose to clock Greg out had called in sick and not that Greg didn't mind the extra money that rolled in from taking the extra shift, Greg had had plans with his date that afternoon and he had had to cancel.
Rolling his bike into his garage, Greg kicked the stand down and threw his protective cover over it and tied up the straps so it wouldn't fall off in the middle of the night. The cover was not usually necessary but he liked to keep his bike in pristine condition, Greg kicked off his boots and left them laying by his bike in the garage, but he took his helmet inside with him. He needed to wipe it down as a bug had splattered across his visor on his way home.
Calling out to his mother and receiving no reply he wandered the house looking for her, only to find a note and some money on the dinning room table. The note was brief but Greg was use to it and understood that his mother had a demanding job and she was usually gone most of the time.
Greg's father would not be home until later so Greg ran up the stairs to his room and turned on his music, the same guitar solo from yesterday spilled out of his speakers but it wasn't as loud. Greg needed to concentrate on his studies and not dance around, quickly changing into something more comfortable Greg washed his helmet and then sat down at his desk, opening up his maths texts books from last night.
Mycroft was startled out of his concentration when Sherlock came bursting into his room, he let out a strangled curse and glared daggers at his younger brother. Sherlock just laughed and threw himself onto Mycroft's bed, "Myc I'm hungry."
From across the way, Greg had heard the strangled curse and a laugh and looked out through his window and into Mycroft's to find out what was going on. Mycroft was turned in his seat looking at Sherlock, his business essay forgotten and sitting on his desk, "what would you like?''
Shrugging, Sherlock just looked around his brothers room.
"I could made pasta?" Suggested Mycroft and Sherlock just screwed up his face.
"No, you suck at making it."
"Fine, I guess I'll just have to see what we have then. Go wash up and you can help."
"I don't want to wash up."
"Don't be childish Sherlock and go wash up," but Sherlock just shook his head. "Fine, don't wash up, I'll just make pasta by myself."
"No," whined Sherlock, "I don't want your gross pasta."
"Then go wash up Sherlock, we can make pizza," Mycroft stood and picked his little brother up off of his bed and started pushing him towards the door.
"Myc! Stop, I can walk on my own," Sherlock complained and struggled against his brothers pushing.
Mycroft poked his brothers sides and Sherlock started giggling, "Myc!" Sherlock managed to wheeze out between laughs. Redbeard bounded up the stairs and barked at all the commotion, padding his way into Mycroft's room he barked while Sherlock laughed.
"Stop Myc!" Sherlock yelled out and wrangled himself away from his brother catching his breath.
"Go wash up Sherlock or I'll do that again," Mycroft threatened and Sherlock ran from the room with the dog behind him still barking, confused from all the commotion.
From across the way, Greg laughed as Sherlock ran from the room. Greg's laugh was loud and sudden and he wouldn't of been able to stop it even if he knew it was coming. Mycroft whirled around at the sound of the laugh and saw Greg through his window.
Mycroft's eyebrows shot up, he didn't even realise Greg was home, let alone watching him tickle his little brother and a blush crept his way up his neck and settled in his checks. Greg watched Mycroft turn to him and his chuckle dies down, embarrassed that he had been caught ease dropping.
Clearing his throat Greg opened his mouth about to apologize when he recognised Mycroft as the guy who always ordered the earl grey tea. "Hey, you're the guy who always carries the umbrella!" Greg shouted out with another small laugh, and Mycroft's blush went deeper in colour.
"Sorry about laughing, earlier." Greg said as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "I didn't mean to watch what was going on, you probably think I'm a creep. But I'm not, I swear, I heard someone curse and someone else laugh and I was just curious as to what was going on. I'm Greg by the way."
"Mycroft." Replied Mycroft, "my little brother, he uh, gave me a fright." He explained quickly, and sat back down at his desk. Not really believing that he was actually having a conversation with the man across the way from him.
"Mycroft, that's an interesting name," Greg commented, "and your brother, Sherlock?" Mycroft just nodded. "That's also an interesting name."
Mycroft let out a little laugh and Greg joined him.
After his laugh died out Mycroft apologized for being so loud, explaining that he didn't want to distract Greg from what ever he was doing.
"It's alright, I was just about to start some math homework. I hate maths but I need a good grade, so here I am doing some extra study. You probably get an earful or two of my goings on over here anyway."
Mycroft just nodded, "I enjoyed your little dance yesterday."
At that Greg let out an embarrassed laugh and blushed, "oh god." He groaned into his hands and Mycroft chuckled. "I'm so embarrassed!" Peeking through his fingers Greg looked over to Mycroft who just shrugged and Greg laughed again.
"Oh god, I'm sorry you had to see that."
Shaking his head Mycroft just said it was a shame his father had to cut the performance short.
"You saw that to?" Asked Greg no longer laughing.
Mycroft just nodded again.
"Oh, sorry about that, he can be a dick sometimes." Greg said softly looking away from Mycroft, rubbing the back of his neck again.
"It's alright, I'm sorry for watching"
Smiling again Greg met Mycroft's eyes, "that's alright, feel free anytime." He said with a wink and Mycroft's heart fluttered in his chest as he chuckled.
"Myc!" Mycroft heard Sherlock shouting from down stairs. "Pizza!" Greg heard it to and he laughed again.
"You should go feed your brother before he runs back up there," he said and Mycroft nodded.
An awkward silence swallowed the two men as nether of them knew what to say next, Sherlock was the one who broke the silence by calling out to his brother again. Mycroft pushed him self away from the desk and stood up, "I should go." Mycroft said awkwardly.
Nodding Greg replied "and I should do my maths."
"You know, I'm quite good at maths, perhaps I could help you?" Mycroft suggested shyly.
"Really?" Greg asked excitedly.
Mycroft just nodded again, "I don't mind."
"Thanks mate, I could really use the help. I could pay you to if-"
Mycroft cut him off explaining that he would do it for free.
"Awesome," said Greg simply and Sherlock called out to Mycroft from downstairs again. Mycroft yelled out to his brother that he would be down in a second.
"When do you think we can start? As soon as possible?" Asked Greg, eager to start getting better at maths.
Mycroft just shrugged, "I'm mostly always free after schools and during the weekends, we could even start tonight after." Mycroft just waved his hand towards his door using the gesture to explain feeding Sherlock then actually saying the words.
"Tonight?" Greg questioned and nodded. "Sounds good, I can climb through your window later," he said smiling.
Mycroft's heart fluttered in his chest, "trough my window?"
"Yeah, it will be easy. Our roofs almost conjoin anyway, just a small jump across. I'm surprised we haven't talked before. I didn't really even know you were over there, your so quiet." Said Greg still smiling.
Not really knowing what to say to that Mycroft just agreed and told him he would see him later before he turned and exited his bedroom. Descending the stairs slowly, a grin broke out on Mycroft's face.