13
"Yes Locky. It was Mother."
Everyone turned to see someone standing in the doorway to the flat.
"Mycroft" Ford huffed, "Get out of my lair!"
"I just came for my baby brother" Mycroft smiled slowly, showing his teeth, "Come little brother, bring your pet with you."
"For the final time, John is not my bloody pet …he is … he is …."
"You made fun of me for choosing a human mate" Ford said softly, "You gave yourself away with that. It is obvious that he is your chosen mate."
"Well …" Sherlock shrugged.
"Really?" Mycroft sneered, "You actually … mate with this …. I mean … he's damaged. Look at him!"
Ford bristled as he watched his brother's face change to sorrow and felt something snap. He snarled as he advanced on Mycroft, intent on shaking the shit out of him but then stopped as he looked at his brother's lapel.
"Mother's pin?" he said calmly, letting his hand drop.
"Yes, she said to pass on her regards" Mycroft smiled.
"Really. Did she now. So you told her where I am!" Ford frowned, stepping back.
"Of course not" he laughed softly, "She always knew where you are. She is our matriarch, after all."
"Really? What does her majesty make of the competition then?" Ford sneered, bristling again.
"She has nothing but respect for our kind, you know that" Mycroft said as he looked around the flat with open distain.
"Our kind." Ford repeated softly, looking at Jack.
"I always wondered" Jack said calmly as he stepped forward, "What does Lizzie actually know about … your kind."
"Lizzie?" Mycroft snorted.
"Yes. Lizzie. Bertie grew up on my knee, so did his daughter. Lizzie loves her old Uncle Jack and has never mentioned you" Jack smiled as he leaned against Ford like he was a post. "Funny that you never seemed important enough to inform me about, she tells me most everything, especially about any 'visitors' to our region."
Mycroft blinked and stared at Jack.
"Captain Jack Harkness" Jack smiled, "Torchwood."
Mycroft's sneer faded as he stared then opened and closed his mouth.
"Give your mother my regards, tell her that she raised a lovely boy and a wonderful mate for me" Jack advanced, making Mycroft step back again.
"Tell her …. Tell her that I remember your planet. Visited it once and loved those little purple berries that only grew in water" Jack now had Mycroft at the door. "Tell her I met the Great Father and his pure white streak in his coat was stunning in the sunlight."
Mycroft has stalled out in the hallway, his mouth open with horror as Jack leaned in for the final shot.
"He was hung like a bull" Jack smiled sweetly as he started to swing the door shut, "Not half as good as your brother though."
The door closed and Mycroft stood gaping at the red paint.
Sherlock stood inside with a look of total horror as Ford started to laugh.
"Really Cariad?"
"Really, hung like a bloody bull." Jack motioned with his hands, "But you, my love, you are the finest I ever bent over for!"
Owen made choking noises as Tosh colored and let her hair swing over her face to hide her grin.
Gwen just sighed, "Well, he is Welsh."
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So, now we have the players laid out, next installment currently under construction.
Game Level 2 to start once I am happy with it.