There was a request for some parent mystrade, so I wrote this:
For Kelly – Greg’s holiday with his estranged daughter doesn’t go as planned
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“Mycroft. So we’re going to see your boyfriend?” Greg glanced over at Kelly. His daughter was fourteen, blonde, and already taking after her mother’s good looks. And after two years of skipping visitation she’d decided she wanted to spend three weeks with her father.
"He’s not exactly my boyfriend,“ said Greg, looking back at the road.
"Friend with benefits? Booty call?” She was teasing. “Mum has plenty of those.”
Greg winced. “I’m not your mum. He’s the only one I’m seeing.”
Kelly crossed her arms. “But he’s the one that doesn’t like ‘boyfriend’.”
"Hey your old man gets enough deducting on him by everyone else. I know you’re clever.“ He gave her a smile and turned down a quiet road. "Here we are.”
She looked up at the brick house. “This is nice. Is he rich?”
"Well off I suppose. We’ve never talked about it.“ Greg got out and got her door, leading the way up the walk.
"How long have you been seeing him?”
Greg looked at her. He’d tried very hard not lie to her about anything, especially surrounding the divorce. “Since just before your mum and I split the last time.”
"I see.“ The wheels were turning in her mind, no doubt coming up with reasons why her Dad had barely fought the divorce "Was that the first time you cheated on her?”
"Yes. And she ran with it,“ he sighed. "It’s fine Kelly. Your mum and dad are only human. I wanted the divorce to be as easy on you as possible. You’re still my little girl.” He put an arm around her and gave her a quick hug before ringing the bell.
Second chapter of From the Rubble is up. And I think the fics done. Feels ahoy!
I got bit by a helluva plot bunny today
From the Rubble (chapter 1) – After being caught in a terrorist bombing, Greg and Mycroft’s relationship is exposed and they must face the consequences.
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Greg smiled as he watched Mycroft. This was one of their favorite restaurants. It was discreet, quiet, and in the heart of the city they loved. They had a seat away from windows, shielded from most of the restaurant by a waiter’s station. They’d both been busy the last few weeks; this was their first night out in a while. Seeing Mycroft relax was well worth putting on a tie.
Glancing up, Mycroft caught his gaze and gave a rare smile in return. Under the table, Greg squeezed his hand. The waiter walked towards them with an appetizer. In the space of a heartbeat it all went to hell.
He saw the flash a second before the glass shattered. Without thinking he was across the table and trying to shield Mycroft when the building shuddered. There was a tremendous groan and he clung to his lover as the floor gave way and they were plunged into darkness.
Greg felt warmth underneath him. “Mycroft?”
There was a muffled moan and Greg shifted. They were in some kind of tight pocket but it was pitch black. “I think I broke your fall,” muttered Mycroft.
“I’m a lousy boyfriend,” said Greg.
Mycroft tensed at the word but for once didn’t correct him. “I do believe my arm is broken.”
“Shit.” Greg felt carefully around to figure out what they had to work with. ”We’ll get out of here. Don’t panic.” The pocket of space was just barely bigger than them and the ceiling prevented him from doing much more than raise his head. Faintly he could hear the muted sounds of emergency vehicles. "Help is already on the way.”
“I am not panicking, Gregory. I would appreciate if you’d do the same.”
A little Mystrade PWP for your evening:
It’s Terrible to Tango Alone – Greg attends the same fancy party as Mycroft. Of course they can’t be seen together there, but after is another story.
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Greg sipped his overpriced champagne and resisted the urge to adjust his collar. He hated fancy soirées like this, but sometimes, as a Detective inspector, it was impossible to avoid. The tedium of the event was not relieved by the presence of one Mycroft Holmes either. They’d barely spoken of course, Mycroft moving gracefully in these high social circles. Greg had carefully stuck with the handful of other Yarders. Sally was his nominal date, and she looked lovely, but they both knew it was only for appearances.
“Think we’ve been here long enough?” asked Sally, appearing at his elbow.
“Yeah,” said Greg, hoping he hadn’t been caught staring.
Sally took his arm as they made their way to the door. He’d been careful not to drink too much. “You do look lovely,” he said as he got the car door for her.
Sally gave him a smile. “Save the flattery for your boyfriend.”
“Not my boyfriend.” Greg shut her door and went around to the drivers side.
“Sure, sure. Of course he’d deny that too.” Sally adjusted her long skirt.
“We’re not having this conversation.” Greg started the car.
“Just be careful.” Sally’s voice was affectionate.
“Been doing this a bit longer than you,” he reminded her, watching the road. “You be careful too.”
“Oh, things are done between Anderson and I. Been for a while. Taking care of me.” Her voice was light.
“Good. You’ll find the right one eventually.”
“Like you, Sir?” Sally said with just a hint of teasing.
“Still Not discussing my personal life. Sorry.” He pulled up to a stoplight and his phone chirped. Checking the message, he found a hotel and a room number. With a small smile he quickly pocketed it again as the light turned green.