Are we Human ? .mystrade.

Chapter 1.

When authors write "sadness flashed through their eyes" I never understood, I never comprehended how an emotion could flash through someone's eyes. I had never, in my 35 years of living, witnessed it. That was until I saw sadness flash through his eyes and I instantly understood, to my grand regret.

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My car stopped at a red light and I looked round at my surroundings bordem taking over my mind. The rain was beating down and people were rushing with umbrellas, newspapers or jackets thrown over their heads in an attempt to get away from the harsh weather. Everyone was rushing around apart from one man. That one man was standing absolutely still on the street corner making no effort to sheild himself from the rain.

Now that I paid more attention to him I noticed the luggage at his feet, the slight tremour in his legs and his soaked clothes that clung to his body.
Just as my car was about to start I felt an overwhelming urge that pushed me to call out to my driver, instructing him to stay put.

I stood infront of the man, rain beating down on my umbrella and an unknown feeling running through my body.

"Excuse me Sir ?"

He looked up at me his dark brown eyes were red, either he was high or crying. I figured it was the latter.

"I was wondering if you would care to join me, for, please excuse any offence, but you look in no shape to be looking for lodgings and you seem rather...err...under the weather."

One of his eyebrows raised and he squinted at me, as if trying to find anything but honesty.

"Why ?"

I was taken aback, that question certainly wasn't one I was expecting.

"I'm sorry but...why what ?"

"Why do you want me to join you ?"
He elaborated the seemingly obvious question.

"Oh...erm, well as I said before you don't seem in any shape to-"

"I know that. But why did you approach me ? No one else has because no one cares, so why do you care Mr.-?"

His voice was getting louder and more abrupt with every word.

'It's just pent up anger, it's not directed at you.' I tried to reassure myself although the man's deffensive stance perssuaded me otherwise.

"Holmes. Mycroft Holmes, but you can call me Mycroft" I added, finishing his sentence quietly.

I could feel the tension between us and I was at a loss for words, a first for me. Although he was right, why did I care ?

"Look...I'm sorry I snapped I just," he ran a hand through his messy hair "I'm angry. No, not at you don't worry." He offered me a small smile noticing my relief. "I'm tired, sad and soaking wet. Forgive me but I was more than shocked. Nobody has stopped to talk to me in the two hours I've been here. It doesn't help that you don't look like 'nobody'. I mean," he gestured to my suit, "you look like you just came out of a meeting with the queen!" He chuckled looking up at me.

I smiled softly at him relief flooding my mind and my confidence reappearing when it became clear he wasn't angry at me.

"Well, you never know who you're going to meet Mr.-" I faltered, realising I didn't know his name.

"Lestrade. Gregory Lestrade, but you can call me Greg"