The Assistant Headmaster (Mystrade Fanfic)

Three

A/N: Next chapter is up! *Cackles* I am so excited about this! Thanks for all your support so far I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy!
-CHxx

Mycroft.

"Anthea," I greeted as I walked back into the office, having just finished at the assembly.

"Sir," she replied, smiling up at me. "How was the assembly?"

"Good. Very good. I'd like to see the school sport captains lists for this year. You can bring them into my office once you find them." With that I walked into my private office and closed the door briskly. I dropped my head in my hands and groaned. Shit. It was only the second day and I had already left a boy wide-eyed. I couldn't help but huff out a laugh as I thought about it. He was rather gorgeous, and that was putting it mildly.

I heard a knock on the door and looked up to see Anthea sauntering in, files in hand. "Here are the files you wanted, Sir," she said, sitting on the edge of my desk. "Getting busy already?"

"Yes, I am. Close the door behind you, please."

I went through the list of names. One girl caught my attention - Irene Adler. She was a pretty looking girl whose smirk showed her confidence. Lesbian dominant. Interesting.

One person didn't come up who I was expecting - but why was I expecting it? Of course I was expecting to see the grinning face of the boy who had ran into me the day before.

Shit, why? I didn't even like men, did I? 'He's not a man, Mycroft, he's a boy,' I scolded myself.

He wasn't that much younger than me. But there was something about him that wasn't like the others, nothing like girls I had been with. I was thinking about him. And to be honest, I never really thought about anyone other than myself before him.

I sat at my computer and brought up the school search engine. Being assistant headmaster did seem to have some perks. I typed in Rugby Captain Try-outs, and waited for the results to pop up.
Kevin Longley
Devon Clarke
Michael Stamford
Phillip Anderson
Gregory Lestrade

I scanned the names. Surely one had to stand out. The first four names didn't stand out at all. He didn't look like a Kevin, or a Devon. Michael? Nope, not him. Phillip? I laughed to myself.
Greg, however...

I exited the search and typed in Gregory Lestrade. His school picture popped up on the side. Bingo, I'd found him.

Gregory Lestrade (Greg).
Signed up for Rugby Captain trials (Late/ Not present).
That was all the information I needed to know, however I quickly memorised all the other information, including his classes and dorm section.

I quickly cleared the page and logged off. Who knew what such imbeciles would do on my computer without me around. I pulled on my coat and ran a hand through my hair.

"Anthea," I said as I passed my P.A. She looked up from her phone. "I'm going to go talk to a few people. If I've any meetings within the next hour, clear them. I mightn't be back in time."

I could hear her replying but I'd already closed the door. The halls were quiet as I walked along them, but the small heels of my shoes created an almost comforting sound. I scoffed at myself. Comforting? What sort of stupid man using 'comforting' as an adjective? This school is going to make you sentimental, Mycroft.

Sherlock was going to have an absolute ball at the next family dinner when he saw how I'd already changed. "Have fun with the goldfish, Mycroft! I do know you enjoy them ever so much,"he had said in a fake, joyous tone. I rolled my eyes at the memory. Perhaps I'd insist Mummy and Father put him into the school... That'd make him squirm.

I looked through the window of a classroom and saw all the girls staring at me. I smiled at them awkwardly, remembering Mummy's advice to be nice to them all, no matter how stupid I thought they were.

I made my way to the gymnasium, and they all stared at me there too. The girls who were supposed to be running laps stopped and stared at me. The way they tried - and failed - to puff out their chests didn't go unnoticed.

Suppressing an eye roll I went inside in search of Gavin Donoghue, P.E teacher and rugby team coach of Gregory Lestrade. Said teacher was standing on the edge of the indoor court, whistle in mouth, watching the students do circuit workouts.

I stopped and looked him over for a moment. He wasn't unattractive. Approaching 'middle-aged' ranged, with olive skin and light brown eyes. His hair was black, slightly greying, though I figured he'd probably dye it some time soon - he wouldn't want it to make him look aged. Wife, two children... Youngish kids, aged three and nine. There was something else, another deduction I was hoping for.

I mentally shrugged it off and approached him. "Mr. Donoghue!" I called out to him, trying to sound friendly.

He grinned when he saw me, and blew on his whistle. "Alright guys, take five!" He shouted. With a thankful sigh, his class stopped running.

"Mr. Holmes," he said, patting me on the back as I fought a scowl. "What can I do for you?"

"I wanted to talk to you about captain trials for the rugby team. As you know I'm going to be senior director of sports teams, since the school apparently didn't have one beforehand."

"Ah, I see. Well what did you want to know about it? The rugby team, I mean."

"Have you chosen a captain yet?" I asked as we walked into the privacy of his office.

"I have, but I've not yet informed the lads themselves."

"And who have you chosen?"

"Phillip Anderson."

"Anderson?!" I laughed. "That boy has a terrible track record. That's a rather unstable choice, don't you think?"

"Well then, who would you suggest?" Donoghue asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "He was the best out of the lot who trialled."

"Well I thought everyone knew it would be Gregory Lestrade."

"Lestrade?! Lestrade didn't even turn up to trials until it was too late!"

And then it hit me like a sack of bricks. The final deduction I needed.