FIC: In Between (Mycroft/Lestrade)
Title: In Between
Author: mahmfic
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Mycroft/Lestrade, 11th Doctor, Sherlock, John, Oswin
Rating:PG-13
Word Count: 874
Warnings: AU
Summary: And somehow I got caught up in between
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Sherlock BBC.
”Come with me.”
“Fuck you! Who are you anyway? I just met you an hour ago! You’re just some madman in a fez!”
“Exactly. Come with me.”
-----
“Have you ever noticed, John,” Sherlock says out of boredom, tapping his fingers against his priceless violin. “That Detective Inspector Lestrade goes to Regents Park every day during for his lunch break?”
“Oh no, Sherlock,” John moans. “You’re not stalking him are you? Just because we haven’t had a decent case in weeks.”
“Hm? Well, yes and no.”
John cocks his eyebrow. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It’s something I’ve noticed for a rather long time, John. And I think now is as good time as any to find out what our good Detective Inspector does, don’t you agree?”
“No,” John says sternly. “No, I don’t. Leave him alone, Sherlock.”
“Hm.” Sherlock begins to play a bit of Vivaldi.
-----
The next day Sherlock watches Lestrade, posing as a tourist. But to his chagrin nothing interesting happens. Lestrade eats some fish and chips on a bench and after he’s finished, he just sits and relaxes. After a while, he checks his watch and leaves the park.
The only valuable data that Sherlock gathers is that the detective seemed sad or disappointed when he left.
-----
”But why leave me here in this backwards time period? Why can’t I go with you?”
“It’s too dangerous, Gregory, I told you! The council will kill you on the spot and I will not have that happen!”
“You’ll be back in five minutes?”
“Yes, I promise. Have I ever broken promise before?”
“All the time.”
“Hey, hey. Trust me. I’m the Doctor. Five minutes!”
“Five minutes.”
-----
“Aargh!!” Sherlock throws the laptop against the wall. “It’s not possible!”
John rushes in the room. “Whoa, whoa! What the hell did you do to my laptop?”
“It’s not possible, John!”
“Might enlightening the rest of us?”
Sherlock begins to pace the length of the room. “Lestrade! He has no records before joining the Yard. No criminal history, no medical appointments, nothing from school! There’s not even a birth certificate! It’s like he never existed until a few years ago. How is that possible, John? Who is Lestrade? What is he hiding?”
-----
”Are you waiting for someone?”
“I thought I was.”
“May I be of some assistance?”
“Look, buddy if you are proposing something---“
“Ah, no. I’m sorry if I led you to believe so. Let’s start again. My name is Mycroft Holmes.”
“Gregory Lestrade.”
“Would you care to have lunch with me, Gregory? It looks like you have been out here for quite some time.”
-----
“Not now, Mycroft.” Sherlock ignores the slowing black car beside him.
The car halts, and the door opens. “Get in, Sherlock. This is nonnegotiable.”
He sighs but slides in the car and sits across from his brother, who looks very angry.
“Stop looking into Gregory’s past brother mine.”
“Why should I stop looking into your lover’s past, brother dear?” Sherlock’s intrigued. “Are you hiding something?”
“No, I am not.” Mycroft says confidently. “But he is and I will not let you hurt him more than he has been.”
Sherlock blinks. “What?”
“Gregory has secrets, secrets that are his own. If he feels he can trust you, he’ll tell you. Until then… leave him alone.”
-----
John nearly spit of all of his lager. “Excuse me?”
Lestrade gulps down some of his own pint. “I’m not from this time. Never was.”
“Mate, are you alright?”
“Never been better, John. And I’m telling you the truth. You know how Sherlock’s been following me?”
John gapes. “You knew?”
“Of course I knew!” Greg scoffs. “Sherlock’s not as clever as he thinks he is.” He pauses. “But… my life here has been a lie, John. I was born in the 42nd century during the Second Great---“ he clicks his tongue. “None of this makes sense to you, does it?”
“If you’re from the future,” John asks. “How did you get here?”
Lestrade’s face shifts, his expression is dull and numb. “I was left behind. Simple as that. My mate I was travelling with said he’d be back in five minutes… and he hasn’t come back yet. And that was fifteen years ago.”
John is silent taking it all in. It is all unbelievable. “Is that why you go to Regents Park every day? You’re waiting for your friend to come back?”
Greg nods but says nothing.
“Does Mycroft believe you?”
The detective smiles to himself. “Besides you, he’s the only one who knows.”
John sips on his drink. “Then that’s all I need, mate. I trust you. Are you going to tell Sherlock?”
“Hell no,” Gregory laughs. “It’ll be more fun watching him try to figure it out.”
-----
”Chin Boy, why do you look so sad?”
“I’m not sad.”
“Oh, yes you are. Your lip is all wibbly and pouty. I bet I could make it wiggle---“
“Oh stop! Yes, yes, I’m a bit sad.”
“Yes, and why?”
“Of my past mistakes, Oswin.”
“Like him? That man with silver hair at the bar? You’ve been staring at him for quite a long time.”
“Yes, exactly him.”
Author: mahmfic
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Mycroft/Lestrade, 11th Doctor, Sherlock, John, Oswin
Rating:PG-13
Word Count: 874
Warnings: AU
Summary: And somehow I got caught up in between
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Sherlock BBC.
”Come with me.”
“Fuck you! Who are you anyway? I just met you an hour ago! You’re just some madman in a fez!”
“Exactly. Come with me.”
-----
“Have you ever noticed, John,” Sherlock says out of boredom, tapping his fingers against his priceless violin. “That Detective Inspector Lestrade goes to Regents Park every day during for his lunch break?”
“Oh no, Sherlock,” John moans. “You’re not stalking him are you? Just because we haven’t had a decent case in weeks.”
“Hm? Well, yes and no.”
John cocks his eyebrow. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It’s something I’ve noticed for a rather long time, John. And I think now is as good time as any to find out what our good Detective Inspector does, don’t you agree?”
“No,” John says sternly. “No, I don’t. Leave him alone, Sherlock.”
“Hm.” Sherlock begins to play a bit of Vivaldi.
-----
The next day Sherlock watches Lestrade, posing as a tourist. But to his chagrin nothing interesting happens. Lestrade eats some fish and chips on a bench and after he’s finished, he just sits and relaxes. After a while, he checks his watch and leaves the park.
The only valuable data that Sherlock gathers is that the detective seemed sad or disappointed when he left.
-----
”But why leave me here in this backwards time period? Why can’t I go with you?”
“It’s too dangerous, Gregory, I told you! The council will kill you on the spot and I will not have that happen!”
“You’ll be back in five minutes?”
“Yes, I promise. Have I ever broken promise before?”
“All the time.”
“Hey, hey. Trust me. I’m the Doctor. Five minutes!”
“Five minutes.”
-----
“Aargh!!” Sherlock throws the laptop against the wall. “It’s not possible!”
John rushes in the room. “Whoa, whoa! What the hell did you do to my laptop?”
“It’s not possible, John!”
“Might enlightening the rest of us?”
Sherlock begins to pace the length of the room. “Lestrade! He has no records before joining the Yard. No criminal history, no medical appointments, nothing from school! There’s not even a birth certificate! It’s like he never existed until a few years ago. How is that possible, John? Who is Lestrade? What is he hiding?”
-----
”Are you waiting for someone?”
“I thought I was.”
“May I be of some assistance?”
“Look, buddy if you are proposing something---“
“Ah, no. I’m sorry if I led you to believe so. Let’s start again. My name is Mycroft Holmes.”
“Gregory Lestrade.”
“Would you care to have lunch with me, Gregory? It looks like you have been out here for quite some time.”
-----
“Not now, Mycroft.” Sherlock ignores the slowing black car beside him.
The car halts, and the door opens. “Get in, Sherlock. This is nonnegotiable.”
He sighs but slides in the car and sits across from his brother, who looks very angry.
“Stop looking into Gregory’s past brother mine.”
“Why should I stop looking into your lover’s past, brother dear?” Sherlock’s intrigued. “Are you hiding something?”
“No, I am not.” Mycroft says confidently. “But he is and I will not let you hurt him more than he has been.”
Sherlock blinks. “What?”
“Gregory has secrets, secrets that are his own. If he feels he can trust you, he’ll tell you. Until then… leave him alone.”
-----
John nearly spit of all of his lager. “Excuse me?”
Lestrade gulps down some of his own pint. “I’m not from this time. Never was.”
“Mate, are you alright?”
“Never been better, John. And I’m telling you the truth. You know how Sherlock’s been following me?”
John gapes. “You knew?”
“Of course I knew!” Greg scoffs. “Sherlock’s not as clever as he thinks he is.” He pauses. “But… my life here has been a lie, John. I was born in the 42nd century during the Second Great---“ he clicks his tongue. “None of this makes sense to you, does it?”
“If you’re from the future,” John asks. “How did you get here?”
Lestrade’s face shifts, his expression is dull and numb. “I was left behind. Simple as that. My mate I was travelling with said he’d be back in five minutes… and he hasn’t come back yet. And that was fifteen years ago.”
John is silent taking it all in. It is all unbelievable. “Is that why you go to Regents Park every day? You’re waiting for your friend to come back?”
Greg nods but says nothing.
“Does Mycroft believe you?”
The detective smiles to himself. “Besides you, he’s the only one who knows.”
John sips on his drink. “Then that’s all I need, mate. I trust you. Are you going to tell Sherlock?”
“Hell no,” Gregory laughs. “It’ll be more fun watching him try to figure it out.”
-----
”Chin Boy, why do you look so sad?”
“I’m not sad.”
“Oh, yes you are. Your lip is all wibbly and pouty. I bet I could make it wiggle---“
“Oh stop! Yes, yes, I’m a bit sad.”
“Yes, and why?”
“Of my past mistakes, Oswin.”
“Like him? That man with silver hair at the bar? You’ve been staring at him for quite a long time.”
“Yes, exactly him.”