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20 years ago
Mycroft’s POV
What a horrible weather and of course he had to leave his umbrella at home today. When he decided to walk home from the office it was an enjoyable summer night, now it was raining heavily and he was soaked. It was pure luck that there was a club nearby. It was a gay club of course… What else? He walked in to wait for the worst of the rain out after he could walk home or hail a cab. He ordered a whiskey to warm up a bit. He noticed a brown haired man at the opposite end of the bar; he was quite beautiful, had a nice tan and brown eyes. A police officer, recently transferred to CID. Owner of a dog, a Dalmatian. He has a…
“Are you lost cutey?”
“No I am not.”
“Are you sure? You look like you could use my help.” Mycroft swallowed hard and looked around of some escape but he was cornered
“I am perfectly fine, thank you.”
“You surely look fine to me.”
“Hey love you made it. I didn’t know you actually would come. I’m glad of course.” said the beautiful man he noticed earlier
“You are with that little shit?”
“Oi. Because I didn’t fuck around it didn’t mean I didn’t have a date. A hot date as it happens.”
“Greggie. You wouldn’t know where to put your dick if there was a…”
“Oi he is my date so get lost you prick.” he shoved the man out of the way so he can move between the twat and Mycroft
“Thank you, Gregory?”
“Nah just Greg. It was my pleasure?”
“Mycroft.” he offered his real name in his shocked state
“Mycroft, strange but I like it. It suits you. Can I get you another drink?”
“No thank you, I just popped in from the rain.” With that he hurried out of the club. No he did not run, Holmes men didn’t run away from a situation like that or such a lovely handsome beautiful man who got a really stellar smile.
If he got some wet dreams after that night with a uniformed dashing young brunette well nobody had to know that
Present
Greg's POV
He hated charity events. He loathed that he must deal with politicians, solicitors and smug posh bastards. But to be on good terms with important people is well… important. He scanned the ball room. A few hours and he can go home and forget his tux for months hopefully half a year.
In one corner he saw the rather familiar man in a rather familiar situation. He remembers this dashing man. He was ginger back then, a beautiful shade of vivid ginger; it's a shame it's dyed now. He grew up, the man with the strange name… Mike no… Mycroft. He was a little scared back then, he just looks annoyed now. He looks like he has power, but the bloke who he tries to escape just wouldn't notice it. Well Greg’s evening has started to brighten a little, now he has a rescue mission to accomplish.
“Sorry love, the Chief Super wanted to see me before I left the Yard and it took longer than expected.”
“Understandable dear. What truly matters is that you are here now.”
“khmm” cleared his throat the man standing next to Mycroft. “As I was saying we need to set up a meeting soon Mr. Holmes, it is urgent.”
“Certainly, my assistant will be in touch. If you excuse us, I would like to speak with Gregory now.” He dismissed the man and walked off with Greg.
“What have he done, you looked really annoyed with him.”
“I avoided him for weeks. I have to be polite with him for now but I would rather avoid meeting with him than listen to him as he drone on and on about something or other endlessly. So thank you for saving me, again.”
“Not a problem, Mycroft. I like saving you.” he said with a grin
“You remember me?”
“Of course I am. It isn’t an everyday experience I could save a handsome dashing bloke with the bluest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.”
“I…I”
“I got you a drink, this time you can’t run off.”
“No I can’t indeed.”
“Do you want to?”
“I don’t think so, no.”
“Good”
“Good?”
“Yes, because I don't need to ask around for you this time.”
“This time?”
“Oh shit… maybe I went back to the club after that rainy summer night more often looking for you.”
“Did you?”
“Yeah sorry. I…”
“I very much would like that drink now.”
“Oh of course stay here I’ll be right back.” Mycroft watched as Gregory hurried toward the bar to fetch two whiskeys and turn to smile at him as he walked back
“So Mycroft do you have an umbrella?”
“What? Why?”
“It is raining again.”
And yes Gregory was right there was the rain. Nature can be surprisingly humorous sometimes…
“As a matter of fact I have, I always have one on me since that day.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Good for you. Then you could share it with me. I don’t have one.”
“But the party barely started.”
“Well more time for me to get to know you.”
“Are you always that determined?”
“Just when it's worth it.”
Damn that man