Brief Encounter with the Past
Title: Brief Encounter with the Past
Author: aislingdoheanta
Fandom: Sherlock
Characters/Pairing: Mycroft/Lestrade, OMC
Summary: Lestrade meets one of Mycroft's exes and becomes slightly jealous.
Rating: T
Word Count: 1860
Notes: Have been suffering from writer's block. Not sure if this is even good. Just trying to get rid of my writer's block.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Obviously Not Mine
Greg stood just inside the café, waiting for Mycroft. They hadn’t seen much of each other since their…courtship started. Greg would have liked to call it a relationship, but he didn’t think they were there yet. After all, Mycroft was a fairly private man. Although it was clear to Greg that Mycroft was letting him in much more than anyone else.
They were taking it slow, which was fine with Greg. He just wanted to know that it was going somewhere.
He caught sight of Mycroft walking casually toward the café. He looked impeccable in one of his three-piece suits, with his long, dark coat hanging open in the warm breeze. His umbrella was easily tapping the ground with each step. Mycroft was glancing around, probably taking in the surroundings. He wasn’t looking at Greg, but Greg was certain Mycroft had already known he was there.
Mycroft stiffened. It was so quick and over so fast if Greg had blinked he would have missed it. Even through a window, Greg had noticed it-Was it strange to be looking at one’s…boyfriend so closely?
Mycroft’s left hand twitched on the brolly handle, Greg knew that meant he was tightening his grip. The pleasant smile on Mycroft’s face changed into a look of polite indifference as he turned around. A strange, attractive man walked up to Mycroft.
Apparently, he’s an old acquaintance, Greg thought. He knew he shouldn’t watch, especially since Mycroft’s job was mostly classified information, but there was something strange with the way this man was smiling at Mycroft. It was almost territorial.
Not to mention the way Mycroft was holding himself. He usually leaned on his umbrella when talking with people he knew. This time, his back was painfully straight yet his grip was obviously tight on his brolly.
The man reached out a hand and placed it on Mycroft’s arm. Now, Greg wasn’t entirely a jealous than, but it made him uncomfortable. So he left and walked out to Mycroft. If Mycroft was having a business meeting, he could finish it later. Not when Greg was sitting here waiting for him.
“Wouldn’t it be nice? We could pick up where we left off…” The man had a deep, rich voice that seemed to flow like music. And like the hand he trailed along Mycroft’s arm to rest on his hand.
“Am I interrupting?” Greg asked with his nonchalant smile he’s known for. He couldn’t care less whether he was interrupting or not. He did not like the look of this man, nor the stiff way Mycroft was holding himself.
Mycroft turned to him, but his face remained impassive. There was, however, a spark of relief in Mycroft’s gray eyes and Greg say his hand twitch toward him before he brought it to rest on top of his other hand, still holding his brolly.
“Ah, Gregory. My apologies. I ran into an old friend. I hope you were not waiting long,” Mycroft said, his voice clear and strong as it normally was.
Greg smiled at him and shook his head. “Only a few minutes.” He shifted closer to Mycroft and reached out a hand, making sure to brush against Mycroft. “Greg Lestrade.”
The man’s dark brown eyes narrowed briefly before reaching out a hand to place in Greg’s. “Edmund Lechester.” He smiled a perfect smile on a face anyone would go weak in the knees for.
Except Greg. Perhaps he might have liked him if he wasn’t currently obviously trying to charm his boyfriend. At least whom Greg considered his boyfriend.
Greg watched the man turn his attention back to Mycroft, but Greg was not done. “How do you two know each other?” Greg shifted again so he was slightly in front of Mycroft. His protective nature was coming out, even though it probably wasn’t necessary. Mycroft was a grown man after all.
Mycroft cleared his throat-a nervous habit Greg had picked up on. “We knew each other quite some time ago.”
Edmund laughed and placed his hand back on Mycroft’s arm. “We were lovers, Mycroft. It’s not a crime to admit to a former flame to a co-worker.”
Greg smiled and cocked his head. “I hope I’m more than that by now,” Greg chuckled. He waited until Edmund glanced back at him, puzzlement in his eyes. “I’m his partner.”
Greg felt a slight satisfaction when Edmund’s eyes widened. He heard Mycroft’s inhale of surprise. Greg knew he had just taken a huge leap, but he would deal with that later. He did not appreciate the way Edmund was acting with Mycroft-especially since Greg was there now. The stiff way Mycroft was behaving was also making him slightly uncomfortable.
“Partner?” Edmund said with a slight smirk.
Mycroft nodded. “Yes.” He took a small step toward Greg which allowed Greg’s shoulder to press against Mycroft’s.
“I didn’t think you had it in you, Mycroft!” Edmund chuckled but tightened the hand still on Mycroft’s arm. “I don’t know how you’ve managed it,” he said, finally acknowledging Greg’s presence. “He is such a difficult man to be in a relationship with! What with all the political rubbish always brought home and horrific dinners you have to attend. How on earth are you coping?”
Mycroft chuckled, but it was the forced chuckle Greg only ever heard him use when confronted by people he was trying to impress or calm the waters with. “That was quite a while ago,” Mycroft said quietly as he shook his head.
Greg placed a hand on Mycroft’s back. “Coping with what?” He tilted his head. If Edmund was going to force Greg to play this game, Greg would make sure Mycroft knew he was on Mycroft’s side.
“You’re joking, right? All the late nights? All the business meetings and trips that spring up. He’s always gone! And never is allowed to take you along. Oh…and the secrecy. Never able to share anything.” Edmund chuckled but it sounded…condescending almost. “I swear, he treats you as though you are too stupid to understand!” He laughed as though they were all sharing a joke, but there weren’t. And he was grating on Greg’s nerves.
Greg dealt with idiots all the time. He was a professional at hiding behind his nonchalant charade, except with the Holmes brothers, that is. “Are you sure you’re talking about Mycroft?” Greg smiled as he wrapped his arm around Mycroft.
“Alright,” Edmund put his hands up in mock surrender. “I’ll give you it was a while ago. He may have changed.” He didn’t sound as though he believed it for a second.
“Maybe it had to do with you,” Greg suggested with a shrug, knowing exactly how that sounded. But he didn’t care anymore. “Did you sort out that situation?” He asked Mycroft softly.
Mycroft smiled at him but it was still the polite smile he used around others. Not around Greg anymore. “Almost.”
“Goodness, me. Does Mycroft Holmes allow you to be privy to such super secret information?” That stupid smirk was back.
Greg just shrugged. “I never ask.”
“You don’t ask? How can you live with that? Knowing that he knows so much about everything, yet you know nothing?” Edmund seemed genuinely shocked by Greg’s admission.
“He’s the British Government, of course he knows a lot!” Greg agreed but refused to answer Edmund’s other question.
Mycroft sighed, but his lips twitched. “Gregory.”
Greg nodded and pulled Mycroft to him, forgetting both of their hesitancy when it came to Public Displays of Affection. “I know, I know. You only occupy a minor position.”
“Really” Edmund’s interest was piqued from that. “I always know you’d rise very high within politics.”
“No, you hoped,” Mycroft corrected quietly. Greg understood a little more about their relationship.
“Touché,” Edmund chuckled again.
Greg checked his watch, as if they had somewhere to be. “Mycroft. We’d better get going if we want to make that show.”
Mycroft nodded. “Of course.”
“Oh, off to a film? Which one? Perhaps I’ll tag along,” Edmund smiled and placed his hand on Mycroft again. “We haven’t finished our chat.”
Greg really wanted to punch him.
“I’m afraid we have already purchased tickets,” Mycroft said.
“That’s fine. I’m sure there will be a few seats still available.” Edmund started to try and thread Mycroft’s arm through his.
“I’m afraid that won’t work,” Greg said with his smile. “It’s our date night.” He furrowed his brow briefly, daring Edmund to contradict him.
“Oh…I see.” He pulled out his mobile. “We’ll have to catch-up another time, then.”
A sleek black car pulled to a stop a few paces from where they are. Greg watched Anthea step out and nod to him before walking away.
“Oh, perhaps,” Mycroft said. “However, we really must be going.”
Edmund leaned up to kiss Mycroft’s cheek. “I’ll look forward to it.”
Greg stepped up to Edmund, wedging himself between Mycroft and this man. “It was really nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.” They shook hands.
Greg turned and started leading Mycroft toward the car. He opened the back door and waited for Mycroft to get in.
“Wait! Mycroft, how will I contact you?” Edmund questioned from outside the car.
Greg glanced at him. “If Mycroft wants to contact you, he will. Afternoon.” Greg slid into the car and shut the door behind him.
He didn’t speak until they began driving. “He’s a prick, isn’t he.”
Mycroft cleared his throat. “Gregory. I must apologize for-“
“For what?” Greg chuckled. “You haven’t done anything wrong. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable with some of the things I said. There’s just something…off about him.”
“Yes.” Mycroft cleared his throat again and gently placed his hand on Greg’s leg. “Thank you.”
Greg nodded.
“I suppose you require more information on him,” Mycroft said softly.
“We’ve been together for a while now, Mycroft.”
“Yes,” Mycroft agreed.
“Do you see us becoming more serious?” Greg covered Mycroft’s hand with his own.
Mycroft seemed slightly startled by the question. “Of course.”
“Then you don’t have to tell me anything until you’re ready.”
“Thank you.” Mycroft laced his fingers through Greg’s and smiled at him. “I never expected such a reaction from you regarding Edmund. Were you jealous, Detective?”
Greg shook his head. “I just don’t like him.”
“That makes two of us.”
Greg felt his stomach drop as it normally did when he realized Mycroft let his guard down around him. Yes, it wasn’t dramatic declarations of love or long talks late into the night about their pasts. However, for Mycroft, it was so much more than that. He was allowing Greg to see what he was really thinking and feeling-at least most of the time.
Greg leaned into Mycroft, kissing him possessively. Apparently he did have a jealous streak, but he didn’t actually mind when it came to Mycroft. “How about we head back to mine and have a night in?”
Mycroft smiled. “That sounds wonderful. Thank you.”
“I’m not doing this for you,” Greg said narrowing his eyes and watching Mycroft’s brow furrow. “I have to lock you away. I can’t have any more men flirting with you today.”
Mycroft chuckled. “As you wish, Detective.”
Author: aislingdoheanta
Fandom: Sherlock
Characters/Pairing: Mycroft/Lestrade, OMC
Summary: Lestrade meets one of Mycroft's exes and becomes slightly jealous.
Rating: T
Word Count: 1860
Notes: Have been suffering from writer's block. Not sure if this is even good. Just trying to get rid of my writer's block.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Obviously Not Mine
Greg stood just inside the café, waiting for Mycroft. They hadn’t seen much of each other since their…courtship started. Greg would have liked to call it a relationship, but he didn’t think they were there yet. After all, Mycroft was a fairly private man. Although it was clear to Greg that Mycroft was letting him in much more than anyone else.
They were taking it slow, which was fine with Greg. He just wanted to know that it was going somewhere.
He caught sight of Mycroft walking casually toward the café. He looked impeccable in one of his three-piece suits, with his long, dark coat hanging open in the warm breeze. His umbrella was easily tapping the ground with each step. Mycroft was glancing around, probably taking in the surroundings. He wasn’t looking at Greg, but Greg was certain Mycroft had already known he was there.
Mycroft stiffened. It was so quick and over so fast if Greg had blinked he would have missed it. Even through a window, Greg had noticed it-Was it strange to be looking at one’s…boyfriend so closely?
Mycroft’s left hand twitched on the brolly handle, Greg knew that meant he was tightening his grip. The pleasant smile on Mycroft’s face changed into a look of polite indifference as he turned around. A strange, attractive man walked up to Mycroft.
Apparently, he’s an old acquaintance, Greg thought. He knew he shouldn’t watch, especially since Mycroft’s job was mostly classified information, but there was something strange with the way this man was smiling at Mycroft. It was almost territorial.
Not to mention the way Mycroft was holding himself. He usually leaned on his umbrella when talking with people he knew. This time, his back was painfully straight yet his grip was obviously tight on his brolly.
The man reached out a hand and placed it on Mycroft’s arm. Now, Greg wasn’t entirely a jealous than, but it made him uncomfortable. So he left and walked out to Mycroft. If Mycroft was having a business meeting, he could finish it later. Not when Greg was sitting here waiting for him.
“Wouldn’t it be nice? We could pick up where we left off…” The man had a deep, rich voice that seemed to flow like music. And like the hand he trailed along Mycroft’s arm to rest on his hand.
“Am I interrupting?” Greg asked with his nonchalant smile he’s known for. He couldn’t care less whether he was interrupting or not. He did not like the look of this man, nor the stiff way Mycroft was holding himself.
Mycroft turned to him, but his face remained impassive. There was, however, a spark of relief in Mycroft’s gray eyes and Greg say his hand twitch toward him before he brought it to rest on top of his other hand, still holding his brolly.
“Ah, Gregory. My apologies. I ran into an old friend. I hope you were not waiting long,” Mycroft said, his voice clear and strong as it normally was.
Greg smiled at him and shook his head. “Only a few minutes.” He shifted closer to Mycroft and reached out a hand, making sure to brush against Mycroft. “Greg Lestrade.”
The man’s dark brown eyes narrowed briefly before reaching out a hand to place in Greg’s. “Edmund Lechester.” He smiled a perfect smile on a face anyone would go weak in the knees for.
Except Greg. Perhaps he might have liked him if he wasn’t currently obviously trying to charm his boyfriend. At least whom Greg considered his boyfriend.
Greg watched the man turn his attention back to Mycroft, but Greg was not done. “How do you two know each other?” Greg shifted again so he was slightly in front of Mycroft. His protective nature was coming out, even though it probably wasn’t necessary. Mycroft was a grown man after all.
Mycroft cleared his throat-a nervous habit Greg had picked up on. “We knew each other quite some time ago.”
Edmund laughed and placed his hand back on Mycroft’s arm. “We were lovers, Mycroft. It’s not a crime to admit to a former flame to a co-worker.”
Greg smiled and cocked his head. “I hope I’m more than that by now,” Greg chuckled. He waited until Edmund glanced back at him, puzzlement in his eyes. “I’m his partner.”
Greg felt a slight satisfaction when Edmund’s eyes widened. He heard Mycroft’s inhale of surprise. Greg knew he had just taken a huge leap, but he would deal with that later. He did not appreciate the way Edmund was acting with Mycroft-especially since Greg was there now. The stiff way Mycroft was behaving was also making him slightly uncomfortable.
“Partner?” Edmund said with a slight smirk.
Mycroft nodded. “Yes.” He took a small step toward Greg which allowed Greg’s shoulder to press against Mycroft’s.
“I didn’t think you had it in you, Mycroft!” Edmund chuckled but tightened the hand still on Mycroft’s arm. “I don’t know how you’ve managed it,” he said, finally acknowledging Greg’s presence. “He is such a difficult man to be in a relationship with! What with all the political rubbish always brought home and horrific dinners you have to attend. How on earth are you coping?”
Mycroft chuckled, but it was the forced chuckle Greg only ever heard him use when confronted by people he was trying to impress or calm the waters with. “That was quite a while ago,” Mycroft said quietly as he shook his head.
Greg placed a hand on Mycroft’s back. “Coping with what?” He tilted his head. If Edmund was going to force Greg to play this game, Greg would make sure Mycroft knew he was on Mycroft’s side.
“You’re joking, right? All the late nights? All the business meetings and trips that spring up. He’s always gone! And never is allowed to take you along. Oh…and the secrecy. Never able to share anything.” Edmund chuckled but it sounded…condescending almost. “I swear, he treats you as though you are too stupid to understand!” He laughed as though they were all sharing a joke, but there weren’t. And he was grating on Greg’s nerves.
Greg dealt with idiots all the time. He was a professional at hiding behind his nonchalant charade, except with the Holmes brothers, that is. “Are you sure you’re talking about Mycroft?” Greg smiled as he wrapped his arm around Mycroft.
“Alright,” Edmund put his hands up in mock surrender. “I’ll give you it was a while ago. He may have changed.” He didn’t sound as though he believed it for a second.
“Maybe it had to do with you,” Greg suggested with a shrug, knowing exactly how that sounded. But he didn’t care anymore. “Did you sort out that situation?” He asked Mycroft softly.
Mycroft smiled at him but it was still the polite smile he used around others. Not around Greg anymore. “Almost.”
“Goodness, me. Does Mycroft Holmes allow you to be privy to such super secret information?” That stupid smirk was back.
Greg just shrugged. “I never ask.”
“You don’t ask? How can you live with that? Knowing that he knows so much about everything, yet you know nothing?” Edmund seemed genuinely shocked by Greg’s admission.
“He’s the British Government, of course he knows a lot!” Greg agreed but refused to answer Edmund’s other question.
Mycroft sighed, but his lips twitched. “Gregory.”
Greg nodded and pulled Mycroft to him, forgetting both of their hesitancy when it came to Public Displays of Affection. “I know, I know. You only occupy a minor position.”
“Really” Edmund’s interest was piqued from that. “I always know you’d rise very high within politics.”
“No, you hoped,” Mycroft corrected quietly. Greg understood a little more about their relationship.
“Touché,” Edmund chuckled again.
Greg checked his watch, as if they had somewhere to be. “Mycroft. We’d better get going if we want to make that show.”
Mycroft nodded. “Of course.”
“Oh, off to a film? Which one? Perhaps I’ll tag along,” Edmund smiled and placed his hand on Mycroft again. “We haven’t finished our chat.”
Greg really wanted to punch him.
“I’m afraid we have already purchased tickets,” Mycroft said.
“That’s fine. I’m sure there will be a few seats still available.” Edmund started to try and thread Mycroft’s arm through his.
“I’m afraid that won’t work,” Greg said with his smile. “It’s our date night.” He furrowed his brow briefly, daring Edmund to contradict him.
“Oh…I see.” He pulled out his mobile. “We’ll have to catch-up another time, then.”
A sleek black car pulled to a stop a few paces from where they are. Greg watched Anthea step out and nod to him before walking away.
“Oh, perhaps,” Mycroft said. “However, we really must be going.”
Edmund leaned up to kiss Mycroft’s cheek. “I’ll look forward to it.”
Greg stepped up to Edmund, wedging himself between Mycroft and this man. “It was really nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.” They shook hands.
Greg turned and started leading Mycroft toward the car. He opened the back door and waited for Mycroft to get in.
“Wait! Mycroft, how will I contact you?” Edmund questioned from outside the car.
Greg glanced at him. “If Mycroft wants to contact you, he will. Afternoon.” Greg slid into the car and shut the door behind him.
He didn’t speak until they began driving. “He’s a prick, isn’t he.”
Mycroft cleared his throat. “Gregory. I must apologize for-“
“For what?” Greg chuckled. “You haven’t done anything wrong. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable with some of the things I said. There’s just something…off about him.”
“Yes.” Mycroft cleared his throat again and gently placed his hand on Greg’s leg. “Thank you.”
Greg nodded.
“I suppose you require more information on him,” Mycroft said softly.
“We’ve been together for a while now, Mycroft.”
“Yes,” Mycroft agreed.
“Do you see us becoming more serious?” Greg covered Mycroft’s hand with his own.
Mycroft seemed slightly startled by the question. “Of course.”
“Then you don’t have to tell me anything until you’re ready.”
“Thank you.” Mycroft laced his fingers through Greg’s and smiled at him. “I never expected such a reaction from you regarding Edmund. Were you jealous, Detective?”
Greg shook his head. “I just don’t like him.”
“That makes two of us.”
Greg felt his stomach drop as it normally did when he realized Mycroft let his guard down around him. Yes, it wasn’t dramatic declarations of love or long talks late into the night about their pasts. However, for Mycroft, it was so much more than that. He was allowing Greg to see what he was really thinking and feeling-at least most of the time.
Greg leaned into Mycroft, kissing him possessively. Apparently he did have a jealous streak, but he didn’t actually mind when it came to Mycroft. “How about we head back to mine and have a night in?”
Mycroft smiled. “That sounds wonderful. Thank you.”
“I’m not doing this for you,” Greg said narrowing his eyes and watching Mycroft’s brow furrow. “I have to lock you away. I can’t have any more men flirting with you today.”
Mycroft chuckled. “As you wish, Detective.”