Mystrade 2

Breathe

Mycroft held his breath as he pushed back a branch and was greeted by Sherlock, John and the two officers and... Lestrade. It was like something from a horror film, there was a metal beam that rang along the building and Lestrade was handcuffed to it, with two different pairs of handcuffs one for each hand. So he dangled, he feet just an inch from the floor, and a cloth bag covered his head. The field. The dream. Mycroft remembered, he was too late in the dream and he was too late now. He watched as Sherlock took a pin at started to pick the locks at the handcuffs, he got Lestrades hands over his shoulders and got him onto the ground in a fireman's lift, John laid Lestrade across the floor and took the cloth bag off his head, half his face was covered in blood, and Mycroft let out a hurt Yelp and turned away, Sherlock looked at him but said nothing "please observe him doctor" Sherlock said but his voice was deeper then usual he was clearly on the verge of tears. John cleared his throat his eyes were already beginning to water "erm, he'd had a blow to the head and both his wrists are broken from the.. dangling" John couldn't say anymore, he looked up away from Lestrade but then gasped and made a sniffing sound "Sherlock look up" he said slowly. They all looked up and saw a huge J spray painted on the glass roof. Mycroft suddenly moved towards John and took Lestrade into his arms, Mycroft sat on the floor holding onto Greg, his shaking hands stroked Lestrade up and down and he cried so much he saw his own tears fall onto Lestrade. "I'm so sorry" Mycroft gasped "I'll miss you so much my destiny" he said "we'll dance again one day" Mycroft stood up shaking and walked away. John took lestrade back in his arms and began to asses him again, he put his hand on Lestrades neck and whispered something then he cleared his throat and yelled it loudly "he's breathing!"

Mycroft never moved so fast, he spun around and dropped to his knees, he knelt down right before Lestrade "Greg! Greg can your hear me" John gently slapped Greg's cheek to try and get a response "well call and ambulance then" John yelled at an officer "we can't" an officer said back looking at the floor "this is official secret business we can't have an ambulance turn up" John turned to Mycroft in shock "Mycroft he's your boyfriend" Mycroft closed his eyes and tears squeezed out "Mycroft he's going to die" John yelled "they can't call an ambulance John" Sherlock said and he put a comforting hand on his brothers shoulder and squeezed it "they just can't". "Greg, Greg it's me" Mycroft said his mouth less then a centimetre from Greg's ear "can you hear me" "his pulse is slowing down" John said "for goodness sake we're losing him call a shitting ambulance!!" John yelled at Mycroft, Mycroft cried "Greg! Wake up now" John began to start chess compressions on Greg's chest trying to bring him back he checked his pulse again and then continued CPR "it's elevating slightly" John said in shock, Mycroft looked up at him eyes wide "please Dr Watson bring him back" John continued to do CPR "its working" Sherlock almost whispered. Greg suddenly gasped and opened his eyes he looked straight up as he was laid on the floor he could just see two shadows looking down at him "oh Greg" one of them said and squeezed him tightly the other shadow stood up and moved away "Greg can you see me" Mycroft asked seeing Greg looking around, Greg recognised that voice, it was Mycroft but he couldn't say anything his head hurt tremendously "he needs to gets to a hospital" John said "he needs proper medical care" Mycroft looked up at John "it will have terrible consequences" Mycroft said regrettably John walked back to Mycroft standing over Lestrade "he's you boyfriend, don't you care about him at all" Mycroft looked back at Lestrade, he knew John was right, they couldn't move Greg because that would be incredibly dangerous with a head injury like that, Mycroft turned to one of the officers "call an ambulance" he said quietly "but sir.." the officer said "do it now!" John yelled. Mycroft looked back down at Leatrade who still just looked up in a daze "I'm so sorry" Mycroft whispered.

Mycroft sat in the hospital room on a chair right next to Greg's head, Greg was in intensive care he'd passed out again before the ambulance arrived and he hadn't woke up since, both his arms put in temporary casts as he hasn't been for an X ray yet in this condition but he was going for an MRI scan shortly to scan his brain, his head wound had been cleaned and he had a nasty gash going from the top of his ear to the end of his eye brow, it had been stitched up and now had a white plaster across it. He just wouldn't wake up, the doctors said he was ok, they said he wasn't in any pain right now, but he still wouldn't wake up. Sherlock had been in here for a while but had gone home now. It was 4:58 am but Mycroft wasn't tired he was going to stay with Greg until he woke up, he wasn't going to ever leave him again. At 6am some doctors came in to take Greg for the MRI scan, he still hadn't woken up yet though. Mycroft paced up and down a corridor for the 50 minutes Greg was away from him and then Greg was wheeled out on his bed and moved back into Intensive care. Mycroft sat back in his chair watching Greg ignoring all his calls, texts, emails. Some hours later he was told Greg's results, he was severely concussed and they told Mycroft he'd be unconscious for over a week. Mycroft didn't know how to take the news, Greg was going to lose over a week of his life all because of Mycroft and Mycroft would never ever forgive himself for what he had done.

After two days Mycroft returned back to work but it wasn't the same, the only weird thing was there hadn't been anymore murders by the Johnson's. Mycroft went to Scotland Yard to collect some papers and one of his Laptops. Everyone was asking about Greg, Mycroft didn't reply to any questions, suddenly Sherlock and John burst in holding files they were both still on the Johnson's case too then. "Hello Mycroft" Sherlock said John didn't say anything he pushed past and sat down at a desk and began to read the files "Dr Watson" Mycroft said "I'm sorry for not calling the ambulance sooner" John paused what he was doing and looked up at Mycroft "and thank you for everything you did, I'll never be able to repay you" John stood up "Mycroft I never had much respect for you but then after what you did in Sherrinford, putting my life before yours, you earned all my respect, I didn't want to ever loose that respect for you. But as someone who lost his wife I suggest you put Greg before anything in the world" John said all this is a whispered yell. Mycroft looked back at John "I will" John smiled at this "well then I forgive you" John said before sitting back down to continue what he was doing.

Greg was unconscious for 8 days, but Mycroft hadn't missed the moment he woke up. He'd been sat as usual in the chair just by Greg's head. He was working he had his laptop on his knees and some papers on the side of Greg's bed. When he suddenly heard one of the beeping machines make a different noise he looked straight at Greg in fear. But he saw Greg's forehead crinkle and then his eyes screw up "Greg" Mycroft whispered. Greg's eyes suddenly opened and he looked around the room "Mycroft be careful!" Greg said in a whispered yell "there's a Johnson here, I got hit" Mycroft took Greg's hand "no it's ok, your ok, the Johnson is gone" Mycroft pressed the bell to get a nurse in. "Where I am" Greg looked around and tried to grab Mycroft when he realised he couldn't move his arms "Mycroft?!" Greg said out loud his voice was croaky as he hadn't spoken for so long "your in hospital but your safe I promise." Mycroft paused what he was about to say hurt him "I'm not going to let you get hurt again."

After the nurses came in everything was explained to Greg. He'd been in an 8 day coma and how he had two broken wrists and how they'd come looking for him in the garden centre and he was given CPR and had an MRI scan and multiple x rays. Greg's mind raced around he was alone with Mycroft again and he just wanted Mycroft to wrap him up into the biggest hug but Mycroft was being distant from him, he had the strangest expression on his face. "I can't believe I've been asleep for 8 days, it just a feels like minutes, one second I was in the gardening centre and I heard a Johnson and now I'm in hospital" Greg looked at Mycroft, Mycroft was still sat on the chair by his head and he looked right at Greg's face and sighed "is everything ok Mycroft?" Greg asked, he just wanted to be home cuddling up with Mycroft. "No" Mycroft said quietly "what's wrong" Greg asked "your such a good man Greg" Mycroft said and Greg smiled but his forehead wrinkled in confusion "but your too good, your too good for me" Mycroft looked away from Greg "what, Mycroft of corse I'm not what are you talking about?" Mycroft felt a huge lump in his throat "I'm not a good enough person for you, I don't deserve you" Mycroft's voice quivered at every word "I put my stupid work before your own life" Mycroft said as two tears came down his face "what do you mean" Greg said his voice incredibly quiet and his eyes started to blur with tears "I wouldn't call the ambulance I was going to let you die in my arms because my position at work meant so much" Mycroft looked back at Greg now "what are you saying" Greg said processing the information "I'm saying goodbye" Mycroft said and tears began to flow "No! Mycroft I forgive you I don't care I'm here now it all worked out" Greg tried to sit up but couldn't. He watched Mycroft stand up and walk towards the door he heard Greg's terrified cry's from behind him he couldn't look back "Mycroft! You can't leave me! Mycroft! I love you!" Greg had completely burst into tears "I love you! Come back! Mycroft! You can't leave me! Mycroft!" Mycroft opened the door and looked at Greg one last time "I'm sorry for all the hurt I caused you Lestrade. I'm not a good man." He stepped out the door "but you are" Mycroft said and he closed the door and began to walk down the hospital corridor. Hearing Greg yell his name from the other side of the wall "Mycroft! Come back! Stop it!" Greg yelled out and his voice strained he couldn't breath he needed to get out of this bed but he couldn't even sit up. He just cried and cried alone in a hospital room.