Drunk Habits (Mystrade)

Meeting in the Wedding

I am really sorry it's very late! I have many things to do in RL, I don't have any intention to abandon this fanfic guys. So chill out LOL;). Here's new update!
P.s now the plot will go on back and forth:)

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Nowadays.

Mycroft was reading his surbodinate's report when his lovely younger brother suddenly barged into his office.

"To what do I owe your pleasure, brother mine?" Mycroft asked, not bother to looking at his guest because he already know, only his brother who has guts to barge into minor British Government office.

"Mycroft," Sherlock greeted him, "I came to give you this in person."

The older man looked over the papers to see what his brother was holding in his hand; an invitation.

"I see," Mycroft putted aside the reports to focused his attention on his brother, "you guys already set the date and accomplished everything to make a decent wedding?"

Sherlock nodded and gave his invitation card to the older man in the room. "We hope you'll come, brother dear."

"Mummy will murder me if I don't." Mycroft snorted.

Sherlock let his smile spread on his cold face. He takes a deep breath before saying, "you know, a father doesn't always become the bestman."

"Hm-mm, my knowledge still included that information. And what are you trying to say, Sherlock?" Somehow Mycroft's feeling wasn't good.

"I'm trying to say... What do you think? Become my bestman?"

Mycroft's feeling was right. He froze about 1 minute straight.

"I predicted your reaction."

Mycroft stared disbelieve at his younger brother. "Really, brother mine? Really? First, you expected me to go to the wedding, okay that's still fine. But then your hopes got high and expected me to do more than be an audience?"

Sherlock shrugged.

"You know I don't do that kind of things."

"What kind of things?" Sherlock was pretending to be confused.

"Speech! In front of everyone. Or guide guests. Or anything bestman's duty is. No, absolutely no. Thank you."

"I actually predicted this too." Sherlock tipped at his toes and gave his older brother a smirk.

Mycroft ignored him. "Whatever, I won't do it."

"I already talked to John's bestwoman; Mary, she's going to do the duty alone. My guests isn't much as John's guests anyway so it doesn't really matter," Sherlock said in one breath, "and she's the one who will do the speech so you don't have to worry anything, brother. You just have to stand beside me at the altar, watch me and John exchange our vows and everything then sit beside me in dining table, that's all I want."

Mycroft considered this idea. But he wouldn't back down so easily. "So.. All I'll do is stand beside you at the altar, become the witness of this most anticipated wedding and sit together with you, John and his bestwoman?"

"Yep."

"Sounds easy."

"It is. Ah! And don't forget give me the rings at the altar."

A groan almost escaped Mycroft's lips.

"So, what do you say brother? Will you do the honor?"

Mycroft sighed, he know he was losing and whatever he was gonna do to reject this wouldn't succeed so he just nodded. After all he didn't want to disappoint his dearest younger brother in his special day. And he could do that much, he just to reminded himself of his love for his brother and bam! In fact, he could be a mother-fairy if that made Sherlock happy. But he wouldn't let his feelings known.

So he said, "I won't do anything but give you the rings. So don't expect anything special from me."

"Great."

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The wedding went well, exceeded Mycroft's expectation. The speech was funny and witty, he found himself couldn't hold smiles and laughs. Their Father smiled proudly all the time while their Mummy busied herself with sobs over here and there. John's sister came with her ex.. Or not. Mycroft wasn't sure if they already back together.

As for Sherlock and John.. He could feel their happiness radiated from them, and Sherlock's smiles was so sincere and genuine this day. Mycroft didn't really remember the last time he had seen Sherlock's genuine smile, therefore he was very grateful to John who made his brother smiles like that again.

Time flied so fast--the moon already showed his face--and only the closest ones stayed to do after party. Sherlock played his violin for John then the grooms led the first dance before the other jumped in. He looked around the room and found a few police officer in the corner; one of them is unexpected-attractive-in-nice-suit-and-dim-lights D.I Lestrade.

Mycroft shook his head. What was he thinking? Maybe he was too tired, that was why.. He needed a drink tonight. No! I wouldn't drink any kind of liquor again, Mycroft thought. Okay then, he needed a cake. Eventhough he had diet program, this day will be an exception.

He was eating cake when a certain D.I came and poked his shoulder. He choked at his cake and received a glass of champagne because there wasn't water near.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to surprised you." Said Lestrade.

Mycroft drank his champagne in one shot. Whatever, he definitely needed it if he and Lestrade would have a conversation. "I'm usually not easy to being surprised. Either you're an expert of sneaking around like a spy or I'm in deep of thoughts."

Lestrade chuckled. "Without doubt, the latter."

Mycroft gave him his famous half-hearted smile. He offered Lestrade a glass of champagne and take one too for himself.

Lestrade take a sip of his champagne. "I knew those two will marry eventually after I saw John stopped one of Sherlock's ridiculous show off."

Mycroft snorted. And drank all of his champagne again. He would regret this..

"It's funny though, watching Sherlock obeys someone's words." Said the man beside Mycroft.

Mycroft could feel the liquor kickin' in. He took different glass this time, by the smells it was tequila. "Yeah, I don't know he can obey someone else beside our Mummy."

Lestrade laughed at this.

Mycroft frowned at him, he drank his tequila a bit. "Is there something funny?"

"Did you call your mother 'Mummy'?"

"Yes, is that wrong?" Mycroft was very offended.

"No! Of course not! It's just.. Unexpected to hear that from intimidating British Government," Lestrade smiled charmingly, "and I found that was rather cute."

Okay. Mycroft wasn't ready at that kind of comment. He drank all of his tequila. He definitely would regret this when he sober later.