Jan 02, 2012 11:38
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He brought it up one day. “Why don’t you ever call me by my name?”
Mycroft looked up curiously from his newspaper that probably didn’t contain anything he didn’t already know. “You never told me my dear.”
G cast his mind back and realised that was true. Mycroft knew who he was from the get go and so he had seen the need to introduce himself. “You probably know it already.”
“I find it more polite for you to inform me yourself.”
G waited but seeing nothing was forthcoming demanded, “Aren’t you going to ask then?”
Mycroft gave a smile. “It’s your decision to tell me or not. I’m not going to force you.”
G couldn’t help but remember his failed marriage with Sandra and he realised that he didn’t want to lie in a so far surprisingly honest relationship. “My name is G.” There he said it. He studied Mycroft’s face. “You’re not surprised.” It was a statement not a question.
“I realised it wasn’t your initial when I saw several instances where there was no dot after the G.” Mycroft agreed placidly.
“So why didn’t you use it?”
Mycroft studied G before carefully putting down the paper. “I realised you were uncomfortable with your name and I don’t want you to feel that way, especially when you are in my company. I can use that name if you wish.”
It was his sincerity that made G, for the first time, willing to share. No one else had actually given him a choice in this matter. In a world where everything had its own label, a name was an important aspect in how people defined themselves or wanted others to define them. Of course Mycroft Holmes was different. He gave him a choice and that was all the difference. G made his choice.
“My mum died after I was born…”
G talked and Mycroft listened and the world continued marching on. He was still Gabriel to the occasional old friend that bumped into him, just like he was Greg to all his fellow officers. He was Lestrade to his faithful and competent team, no matter what Sherlock said, and Sandra still called him George when she called to tell him she was getting remarried.
Only one person in the whole world who was still alive actually knew him as G Lestrade, knew the story behind the name, knew him.
It was enough.
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