#greg x mycroft
Summary:
When he needs help, Greg has only one place to go.
Notes:
Mystrade Monday #28 « Please help me »
Sappy, cliché, fluffy, but that’s what I needed today.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39089973
Rating G - 392 words
Greg stood with his back to Mycroft’s office door, staring into space, clenching and unclenching his fists. He was breathing rapidly.
“Greg?”
At the sound of Mycroft’s soft voice, Greg turned his head toward him.
“Greg, what’s wrong?” Mycroft repeated as he stood up and walked over to him.
Sighing, Greg’s gaze fell to the floor.
“I… was taking a nap when I got home from work, and I had a nightmare I couldn’t shake. I know you’re working, but I didn’t know where to go. Please…”
Greg couldn’t finish his sentence
Mycroft gazed at his lover for a few seconds, his whole attitude screaming at him, “Please help me.”
“Greg,” Mycroft whispered, stepping towards him, grabbing Greg’s hands and pressing a kiss into the palm of each. “You were right to come find me.”
“But…” Greg tried to protest, albeit weakly.
“No buts, you’ll always be more important than my position here, than my work,” Mycroft continued.
He let go of Greg’s hands and went to lock the door to his office before returning to Greg and leading him to the couch. He helped him sit down and settled beside him, still holding his hand.
Greg whispered softly, “I’m sorry-”
“Stop it, you don’t have to be sorry Greg. In fact, I’m kind of glad you came to see me. You know, you and me, it’s not just when things are going well. It’s also about those times. Never feel sorry or ashamed that you need help. That you need my help.”
He took Greg’s face in his hands and looked into his eyes, “I love you completely, strengths and weaknesses and nothing can ever change that.”
He pressed a lingering kiss to his temple before holding him tightly in his arms. There, in the safety of Mycroft’s embrace, Greg recounted his nightmare and Mycroft listened, offering him support and comfort.
With a final sigh, Greg let go of the last vestiges of his nightmare and felt ready to face reality again.
As he gave Mycroft one last kiss, out of sight, Mycroft rested his hand on his heart and said softly, “Never forget that there are two of us now, neither of us ever have to face anything alone again.”
When Greg left Mycroft’s office a few moments later, he thought back to those words.
He was no longer alone.
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Summary:
Another difficult case for Greg.
Mycroft will support him.
Notes:
Mystrade Monday #27 « I’ve got you »
Probably a little redundant. But I like this dynamic.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39070101
Rating G - 698 words
When Mycroft followed the path through the small park near their apartment, he knew exactly where he would find Greg.
He immediately spotted the shadowy figure sitting on a bench.
He did nothing to make his presence known and simply went to sit next to him and put his hand on the small of his back.
Then he waited.
After a few minutes of silence Greg asked softly, “How did you know I would be here?”
“Sally texted me, she said that even though you arrested the culprit, the hostage didn’t make it. That’s always where you come in these cases.”
Greg sighed, “You didn’t have to come.”
“Trees can’t answer you, I can. So if you feel like talking I’m here and if you don’t I’m here for moral support too.”
Greg didn’t answer and just leaned against Mycroft who tightened his arm around him.
After many minutes, Greg murmured softly, “Am I up to this?”
Mycroft pressed a kiss to his head before answering.
“Oh Greg, believe me you are. I believe it more than ever, precisely because you’re not indifferent to it. Yes, you couldn’t save the victim and that’s dramatic, but it’s not the first time and it’s not the last. And you have the right to be upset, to be angry, to be sad, to cry. That doesn’t make you a bad detective, on the contrary.”
Greg whispered in a broken voice, “Thank you for allowing me to not always be strong.”
Mycroft held him tighter, “Acknowledging that you’re not always strong, it just means that you’re the most qualified person to do this job with all that it entails. With me, you can let go Greg, I’m here, I’ll always be here. You don’t have to be strong at all times. Let me take over when you can’t.”
Mycroft saw that Greg was opening and closing his fists sporadically. He tightened his grip so that Greg had his head against his chest. In response Greg clutched his coat and breathed through clenched teeth as if he did not want to cry.
Mycroft whispered against his hair.
“Greg, darling, let go, let go, I’m here, I’ve got you.”
Mycroft didn’t know if this is what Greg was expecting, but he felt his hands go slack and Greg’s shoulders shake with sobs while feeling a wetness on his chest.
So he told him again and again, “ Yes Greg, let go, I’ve got you.” and continued to stroke his back and hold him.
Long minutes later, Greg had stopped crying and was breathing calmly against Mycroft’s chest. Then he sat up slowly, and looking at Mycroft, he said “Thank you.” before kissing him gently. Then pulling back a little, he shook his head and had a slight laugh as if to mock himself. “I can’t remember how long it’s been since I’ve cried like this.”
“At some point it has to come out Greg, you can’t always keep it all in, and I’m glad I was there.”
Greg rested his head on Mycroft’s shoulder, “I… I guess I didn’t want to show you this side of me, because I was afraid it would make me a weak person.”
“Greg, having weaknesses, doesn’t mean you’re weak, just that you’re human. What should I say, you’ve seen me at my worst, and you’re still here. Do you realize how privileged I feel right now? Greg, you just showed me a side of you that you don’t show anyone, you trust me enough to let me see you at one of your most vulnerable moments.”
Greg took his hand and replied, “Of course I trust you, I love you, it’s only natural that I trust you.”
Mycroft shook his head, “But still Greg, it’s precious to me. I will never take it for granted. So remember, if you fall, I’ve got you.”
Greg nodded, “Okay, okay… you’ll just have to give me a reminder once in a while, you know what they say, old habits die hard…”
Mycroft laughed, “Do you know who you’re talking to?”
“Idiot,” Greg replied affectionately before standing up and reaching out to help Mycroft to his feet.
“Come on Mycroft, let’s go home.”
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Summary:
“I’ll walk you home.”
An occasion that became a habit.
Greg always waits for Mycroft at the door of his office…
Notes:
Mystrade Monday #26 « I’ll walk you home »
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39047979
278 words - Rating G
“I’ll walk you home.”
The first time Greg had said those words to Mycroft, they meant nothing more.
It was after an evening in the pub with Sherlock, John and the others. Where for once Mycroft had indulged in a little more drinking than usual and the thoughtful detective had walked him home.
Then what had been a one-time occasion had turned into a regular occasion.
“I’ll walk you home.”
Without any pretext, just like that, the detective was waiting for Mycroft, leaning against the wall as Mycroft left his office.
Always with the same words.
“I’ll walk you home.”
His step matched Mycroft’s and the path to Mycroft’s house seemed shorter each time.
Then the occasion became a habit.
Mycroft’s heart beat faster when he spotted Greg.
Greg was waiting for him with anticipation.
The distance between them had disappeared and the inadvertent brushes at first had become comfortable touches.
As if one was looking for the closeness of the other.
After a while, home was no longer automatically Mycroft’s, it was sometimes Greg’s.
Until today, when it was Mycroft who was leaning against the doorstep of Greg’s office
It was Mycroft who waited for Greg, focused on his work, to notice him.
It was Greg who had the pleasant surprise of hearing Mycroft say these words to him, “I’ll walk you home.”
Even though it didn’t matter who was walking the other home.
Because now it wasn’t Mycroft’s home, it wasn’t Greg’s home.
It was their home.
“I’ll walk you home.”
The habit had become a tradition.
Those little known traditions that only people who love each other know, like an intimate secret.
“Let’s go home”
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Summary:
Sherlock is curious to know how the couple Mycroft made with Greg can possibly work. Mycroft answers him, sincerely.
Notes:
Mystrade Monday #94 « Remember when we were little? »
@mystradepromptsandscenarios
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39026454
Rating g - 446 words
“You know Mycroft, I still can’t believe it.”
Mycroft, with a drink in his hand, turned to his brother, raising a questioning eyebrow, “What are you talking about dear brother?”
It was one of those evenings that had gone from casual to traditional, the Holmes brothers, John, Greg and Rosie.
One Saturday night a month.
Somewhat at the instigation of John and Greg, giving Mycroft and Sherlock the opportunity to strengthen their brotherly bond.
John and Greg were playing with Rosie in the garden under the eyes of the two brothers.
“I still can’t believe the fact that you’re in a relationship with Greg.” Seeing that Mycroft was about to take offense, Sherlock stopped him with a gesture, “Don’t get on your big hair just yet, I wasn’t going to say anything mean.”
Mycroft nodded, “All right, I’m listening.”
“What I meant to say was that I didn’t expect you to develop such a relationship with someone like Greg, or Greg with someone like you, if you prefer. You are so… different. You are so secretive and he is so open. I guess I’m just wondering how you work together.”
Mycroft swirled his glass in his hand, before answering, “Remember when we were little? I was the oldest, when you were born I was 7 years old. Mom always told me to look after you. And I always did, with no second thoughts. Sometimes making questionable decisions, you know that. But I did it. However, sometimes I wished I had a big brother too, someone to lean on, someone to look out for me. Well, Greg is that for me. He has seen everything about me, he knows my weaknesses better than anyone else and yet he is still there. He’s my pillar, Sherlock.”
Sherlock could think of nothing to say to the authenticity and fervor of Mycroft’s response. They watched their loved ones walk up the garden path toward them, Rosie running ahead of them, and Sherlock whispered, “I haven’t told you this often Mycroft, but thank you for looking out for me, brother.”
Mycroft nodded and then stood up to meet Greg. When he was face to face with him, John continued on his way to Sherlock.
Mycroft took Greg’s hands, who looked at him with a puzzled look, “I don’t think I ever told you, so I’m fixing that mistake.”
He leaned over, kissed Greg on the forehead and said softly, “Thank you.”
“For what?” asked Greg, having no idea what Mycroft was talking about.
“For being you. For looking out for me.”
Greg smiled softly and replied simply, “Always Mycroft.”
Hand in hand, with quiet steps they walked smilingly to their family.
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Summary:
Greg is injured during a case involving Sherlock and Mycroft feels guilty
Notes:
Mystrade Monday #25 “None of this is your fault.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39002520
Rating G - 478 words
“Mycroft, stop! I’m fine.” said Greg as Mycroft asked him for the tenth time if he wanted tea or water or a blanket or whatever.
“But the doctor said…”
“Yes, I know what the doctor said, but don’t worry, I promise I’m fine. And I’ll be even better if you sit next to me.”
He held out his hand for Mycroft to come and sit in the chair next to his hospital bed.
They remained silent for a while until Greg fell asleep under Mycroft’s concerned eyes.
Mycroft couldn’t help but worry.
He had the same concerned look on his face when he saw Greg wince in pain as he moved in his sleep.
“Greg… ”, Mycroft murmured as he brushed his fingers over his bandaged shoulder.
He swallowed.
It was his fault.
It was because of him that Greg had been hurt.
Even if it was indirectly.
“Mycroft…”
Greg’s voice interrupted his spiral of guilt.
Greg smiled weakly at him, “you were far away…”
“How are you feeling?”, Mycroft asked, ignoring Greg’s remark.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to lift weights for a while,” Greg began, then his lips curled into a smirk, “You’re going to have to take care of me.”
Mycroft was glad that Greg was feeling well enough to joke, but he still felt extremely guilty.
“Greg, I’m sorry,” he then said gently intertwining his fingers with Greg’s.
“You’re… Sorry? For what?”, Greg asked weakly, “It wasn’t you who shot me as far as I know.”
“I got you into this,” Mycroft said, “If I hadn’t asked you to watch Sherlock and take care of him, you wouldn’t be in this situation.”
He looked down at their entwined hands, not daring to meet Greg’s gaze.
“Mycroft, please look at me.” replied Greg.
Mycroft looked up and met Greg’s gaze, free of any accusation. Greg continued, “None of this is your fault. Not even Sherlock’s. The only one responsible for my condition is the one who pulled the trigger. Mycroft, I’m a detective, this kind of situation is common.”
He raised Mycroft’s hand to his mouth and kissed it before saying, “You should stop taking on responsibilities that aren’t yours.”
Mycroft wondered how Greg could be the one to comfort him when he was the one in pain.
“Because my pain is physical while yours is there.” Greg pointed to Mycroft’s head.
Surprised by Greg’s words, he realized that he had spoken aloud.
Greg ran his hand over Mycroft’s cheek and repeated, “I’m fine. It’s just a few stitches. I’ll heal.”
He drew Mycroft’s head down, until it rested on his chest.
“Come here.”
He gently caressed Mycroft’s head, who, reassured by the strong, steady beat of Greg’s heart against his cheek, let the guilt slip away for a few moments and basked in the relief of having his beloved safe and sound against him.
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