The Thrill of the Chase (Johnlock/Mystrade Teen!Lock)

Chapter Four

(A/N- Hello, my lovelies! I hope you are having a good day/ or have had a good day, whichever :P Please comment/vote/share if you enjoy this chapter. It wasn't how I intended for it to go, but yeah, it's gonna lead to cute things up ahead! :)

-CH xx )

Chapter 4

Lestrade’s POV

It was the night of our rugby game, and the team and I were all pumped and ready to go. We sat in the locker room, coming up with a game plan. I noticed John looked a bit distant, but I knew that he’d pull together for the game.

It was time to go, so we all went outside and made our way onto the field, Baskerville students cheering as we did so. We went and stood in our positions, and watched as the other school came out, with their students cheering.

It was time for kick off. Baskerville started off with the ball, and Mike Stamford was running up with it.

“Fall behind!” I shouted to my players, and they did as I said. Mike only just passed the ball in time to be tackled to the ground. It was John’s turn with the ball. His height made it easier for him to run and sidestep, and he got us our first point of the evening.

Everyone went up in cheers in Baskerville, and we all congratulated John. He was our youngest official player, meaning all ages under seventeen usually played in school, but since John was on a rugby scholarship he could play interschool. We all knew he was good, but I guess until that moment, we didn’t know just how good.

John and I were the only ones scoring points, and by halftime, we were in the lead with 20-8. We all went over and had a drink, and I looked up into the bleachers and saw Mycroft was sitting there watching. He caught my eye, and smiled at me, and I grinned back at him.

Halftime was up, and we were back on the field. John smiled and patted me on the back as he walked past me. I smiled back and got ready, shouting orders out to my team. “We can do this boys! Let’s make it a decent win, shall we?”

Everyone else on the team cheered eagerly, and the game was once again underway. Halfway through second half, I had the ball in hand and was running up the field, sidestepping the opposition with ease. I was about to get past the try line, when someone tackled me to the ground from above my shoulders.

I fell to the ground, my head hitting the grass with a loud thud. I groaned and tried to sit up, but my head was spinning and my vision was blacking out, and I fell back onto the grass. All the players rushed over to see if I was okay, and so did Mycroft.

I heard the school nurse above me, explaining to Mycroft that I had a bad cut above my eye that would need stitches and I also had a concussion. Mycroft told her he would take me to the hospital, and then I felt him pick me up in his strong arms, and carry me back across the field.

I closed my eyes, but Mycroft told me gently to keep them open. Once we were in the car park and away from everyone else, Mycroft placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Are you in pain, love?”

“My… head…” I groaned.

Mycroft gently hushed me, before carefully placing me in the back of his car, doing up my seatbelt for me, before closing the door and getting into the driver’s seat. He slowly drove me to the hospital, all the while looking back worriedly in his rear view mirror, making sure I didn’t completely pass out.

When we got there, he carefully pulled me out of the car and held me irresistibly close to his chest. I felt safe and warm, as I always did around my boyfriend, who was also my twenty-four year old deputy headmaster. “I love you, Mycroft,” I mumbled into his muscular chest.

“And I love you, Greg,” he whispered as he effortlessly carried me into the hospital.

I was immediately taken into the emergency department, and Mycroft insisted he stayed by my side, claiming it was part of his responsibility to stay with an injured student, but he and I both knew he was also worried.

Once I was cleaned up (my face was awfully bloody) and stitched up, I was told to rest, and the nurse suggested that I should go home for the weekend instead of going back to school.

“I-I can’t,” I told her. “My parents are both overseas at the moment, in New Zealand, for a conference. I don’t have any other family in London, either.”

The nurse looked at Mycroft. “Mr. Holmes, would you be able to look after Greg at your house? Perhaps you and your partner,” love it how she assumed he had one that wasn’t myself, “would be able to help him?”

“I’ll have to get permission from the school, but otherwise, that would be fine. My partner would be pleased to have a guest over,” Mycroft replied, sending me a discreet wink, and I couldn’t help but quietly chuckle.

The nurse was happy, and left, and Mycroft made a few phone calls before everything was settled. I managed to walk back down to his car, with minimal assistance, and I sat in the passenger seat while Mycroft got into the driver’s seat. We buckled up, but before we left, he checked his phone.

“Sherlock sent me a text,” he told me as he read it. “He says to tell you that your team won, 30-16 and everyone’s thoughts are with you.”

“He didn’t say that,” I laughed. “He didn’t even know my real name. He called me Graham.”

Mycroft’s phone buzzed again. “You’re right. He just sent me another message claiming John had taken his phone to send that.” We both laughed together, and Mycroft took me back to his house, or rather, mini mansion. I was glad it was a Friday night, because that would mean no drama of not attending classes and whatnot. Mycroft and I went up to his room, got into our pyjamas, and snuggled into his warm bed. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I snuggled in closer to him. I had stayed the night at My’s house before, but not like this, this was more… gentle. There was no kissing, no… other things happening. It was just two people who loved each other going to sleep.