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Title: Do you ever think there’s something wrong with us?
Author: [ profile] trillsabells
Beta: [ profile] jupiter_ash
Rating: PG
Length: 700 words
Spoilers: Episode 2.1 A Scandal in Belgravia
Characters/Pairing: Mycroft/Lestrade
Summary: Mycroft is alone at Christmas.

He let himself back into his quiet flat, hung up his jacket by the door where it would be collected the next day by his assistant to be pressed, and went into the living room. The fire had ebbed down to its embers, the faint orange glow the only thing preventing the room from plunging into darkness. The brandy glass he had hastily left on the side when he had gone to see Sherlock still sat half full and unmoved. A new, second glass was perched beside it.

“Apparently,” came a voice from the direction of the study , “Cathy is having an affair with Becca’s PE teacher.”

Closing his eyes, he lowered himself onto the sofa and attempted to arrange his voice into something that didn’t echo with borrowed heartbreak.

“Well that boorish Maths teacher she left you for was never going to keep her interest for very long.”

“I can’t believe,” the voice said, starting to get closer, so he opened his eyes and quickly transformed his face into one of physical tiredness, not emotional drain, “he,” Sherlock, it was always Sherlock, “can figure out who my wife,” not ex-wife, separated not divorced, possibly temporary, transitory relationships, no absolute commitment “They all care so much. Do you ever think there’s something wrong with us?”, “is sleeping with after I’ve spent a few hours with her this week,” thirty hours this week, thirty-five the week before; Christmas was a busy time for families, “but has yet to work out,” Lestrade finally entered the room and heading straight over to the two glasses started to top them up with a bottle of Cyprus brandy he had been keeping back for just this occasion as it was more Lestrade’s taste than his own, “the two of us.”

Lestrade handed him the glass and he took it with a carefully arranged thankful expression. Lestrade instantly pulled the glass away from him and frowned.

“What’s happened?”

He could never lie to Lestrade.

“Nothing that wasn’t inevitable,” he said.

Still looking concerned, Lestrade handed him the glass and sank down slowly onto the sofa next to him.

“Are you alright?” he was asked.

“Do you ever think there’s something wrong with us?”

“I’m fine,” he said.

At Lestrade’s narrowed eyes he added, “Sherlock is rather more-“ Devastated than he had ever seen him, even worse than after Mummy died, “-worse for wear, but John is with him.”

Lestrade snorted and leaned back against the cushions. “That’ll be goodbye to Jeanette then.”

“An added bonus,” he conceded which had the desired result of eliciting a momentary flash of his partner’s slightly cheeky grin.

It faded into a sad but fond smile as Lestrade asked, “Are you sure you’re okay? I don’t have to go to Dorset tomorrow. I’ve barely seen you lately and I’ve just spent Christmas Day evening with your brother rather than you-“

He waved Lestrade into silence. “Of course you must spend Christmas with your children. And if you hadn’t accepted Doctor Watson’s invitation it would have been suspicious. No, I’ll see you in a few days.”

Lestrade put his own glass of brandy down on the side table then wrapped him in his arms. He relaxed against his partner’s chest, warmth finally perforating through him, chasing out the cold and leaving a feeling of safeness and being so very loved in its wake.

“I’ll make sure you’re my New Year’s kiss,” rumbled through the chest beneath him.

“Of course,” he said. “If anyone else got there before me I would have to make sure they disappeared.”

A laugh quivered through his body and a kiss was placed on top of his head.

“If you want to tell me what’s wrong-“ “Do you ever think there’s something wrong with us?” “-you can. Even if it’s tomorrow, you could call me.”

“Thank you,” he said, resting his head so he could hear his partner’s heartbeat and smoothed his hands over the buttons on his shirt. “I can’t but… I’m glad you care.”

Another kiss into his hair and a gentle squeeze from the arms around him. “Always.”

Date: 2012-01-01 10:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
And the award for the best, most speedily written fic of the year so far goes to...
Very nicely done, and very subtle. Makes up for the fact that they still. Haven't. Bloody. Met. *shakes fist at television* Damn not-quite-canon...!

Date: 2012-01-05 02:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

I'd like to thank everyone who helped me win this award. My beta for betaing it in double quick time. My mother for providing cheese on toast while I was writing. Rupert Graves and Mark Gattis for their wonderful performances. My friends for getting me tickets to the preview so I had a couple of weeks headstart. Livejournal for hosting the fic... *goes on for four hours*

I'm fond of the theory that they can't appear on screen together because Sherlock would take one look at them and KNOW.

Date: 2012-01-05 11:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I reckon Sherlock would be far too busy DEFINITELY NOT HAVING ANY HUMAN-EMOTION-FEELING-THINGS ABOUT JOHN. EVER. *shifty look*

Date: 2012-01-01 10:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Is personal canon

Date: 2012-01-05 02:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yay! It's mine too!

Date: 2012-01-01 10:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Very quick off the mark, indeed! And so nicely done, too.

Date: 2012-01-05 02:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you and thank you!

Date: 2012-01-01 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Poor Mycroft. This was beautifully done.

Date: 2012-01-05 02:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I know, I just felt so bad for him in the episode, I had to do something to fix it. Enter one strapping silver fox!

Thank you!

Date: 2012-01-01 11:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
For speed without losing any quality, you win the internet. Because this is fantastic. All that stuff with Mycroft and Sherlock nearly broke my heart, especially the Mystrade section of it! You've just begun the mending process :)

Date: 2012-01-05 02:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
If I confess that as I went to the BFI preview I saw the episode a month early and wrote this over Christmas do I have to give my internet back. Because... *wants* *clutches to chest*

Glad to help with the healing process! I needed to write it to fix some of the Mycroft angst. Somehow the fact that he was spending Christmas alone broke my heart on its own, let alone 'Caring is not an advantage' (said as he cared for his brother the little liar)

Date: 2012-01-05 03:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
How about you have half the internet and we'll share? Because this is excellent :)
My theory is that just because he says that caring is not an advantage doesn't meant that he doesn't care- he clearly cares about Sherlock, as you say. I have to agree re Christmas alone, oh Mycroft *hugs him*

Date: 2012-01-02 01:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
\o/ Oh, thank you for helping sort out my heartache for Mycroft after this episode. This was great.

Date: 2012-01-05 02:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
In my head with all the angst that happened in the episode it was made all the more heartbreaking that he was on his own, even at Christmas.

Enter Lestrade. He'll make it all better, I promise.

Date: 2012-01-02 02:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
oh my dear. I'm the in U.S. and just now finished watching Ep1, and I needed this so much. Needed some Mycroft love, needed to be reassured there can still be Mystrade fics this season (my OTP) and needed a sweet, slightly heartbreaking fic to help me sort out my feelings about all that happened. Thank you so much for writing this. I love it.

Date: 2012-01-10 05:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
There can definitely be Mystrade this season. Shippers will not be denied!

Glad this fic helped sort out all the feelings, it helped me as well. Mycroft just needed to be cuddled...

Thank you for reading and commenting!

Date: 2012-01-02 04:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*Sigh.* Thanks. Needed that. Helps to make up for some of the ep's disappointments.

Date: 2012-01-10 05:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You're welcome, glad to help

Date: 2012-01-02 09:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
YAY. The line in canon "Do you ever think there’s something wrong with us?" broke my heart the pieces. You've begun putting it back together. Incredible writing. =D

Date: 2012-01-10 05:32 pm (UTC)

Date: 2012-01-02 01:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
so much impact in only 700 words

“Do you ever think there’s something wrong with us?” makes my skin tingle in a weird way.

Date: 2012-01-10 05:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Seriously blushing here now. Thank you!

Date: 2012-01-02 01:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
^ all of the above!

Adored and pitied (a little) Mycroft in ASiB; fairly broke my heart, but oh! Having seen him and Sherlock framed together and alone in the world, THIS fic, beautiful, soft slice of Mystrade angst - i'm a little misty-eyed.

xoxo Thankyou!

Date: 2012-01-10 05:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Every time I see ASiB I think it stands for A Study in Blink. Every. Time.

Mycroft was in desperate need of a hug in that episode. I couldn't rest until I had given him one but it turned angstier than I intended. I blame Moffat for that line...

Thank YOU.

Date: 2012-01-08 12:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
OFMG! I just love how much Lestrade cares about Mycroft and how Mycroft is thinking of what Sherlock said.
Well done! ♥

Date: 2012-01-10 05:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! Mycroft needed to be shown how much of an advantage caring could be. Although I'm certain he knew that, considering he had already prepped John and Mrs Hudson to search the falt for drugs, the little liar.
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