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

Chapter Thirty Six

Chapter 36

Mycroft's POV

We all sat around the table. John and Greg sat on one side, and Sherlock and I sat on the other side, Mummy sitting at one of the shorter sides, while we waited for Father to fill the side opposite her. He was out and about doing business, but he was due home shortly. While we waited, we all spoke to each other.

"So, Gregory, Mike," I shuddered as Mummy called me  'Mike', "How did you two meet?"

Greg looked at me nervously, but I gave him a reassuring smile and I spoke. "We met at work, Mummy."

"At work? At your government job or your school one?"

"The school one."

Mummy looked at Greg long and hard. "You hardly seem old enough to be a teacher, Gregory."

I cleared my throat. "He's not a teacher, Mummy."

"He's a student," Sherlock cut in, earning a nudge in the ribs from John. 

Mummy almost choked on her wine. "Your what?!" 

"That's right, Mummy. Greg is a student at my school," I said confidently, though Greg was shrinking in his seat. 

"Do your parents know about this, and your engagement, Gregory?"

"Yes, ma'am, they do," Greg replied.

"And they're alright with it?"

"Yes, they are very supportive."

Mummy flinched at that, but she put on a smile. "Alright. That's fine then. To the happy couples." She raised her wine glass as we all raised ours too, except ours all had grape juice in them. 

Just then, Father walked into the room. I was surprised he didn't have to wade into the room due to all the thick tension that came with his arrival. He gave Mummy a kiss before sitting down, saying hello to everyone, before telling us all to dig in. 

As we ate, Father spoke to Sherlock and I about school and work and cases. He took particular interest in the Richard Cory case, so that saved John and Greg some time before his wrath turned upon them.

"So, John, you play rugby, am I correct?" He turned his attention to John.

"Yes, sir," John replied. 

"Very good, and you enjoy that?"

"Very much so," John smiled. 

"I also understand that you are, in fact, Sherlock's boyfriend?"

"Father," Sherlock interjected, "this sounds like an interrogation."

"No, it's fine," John smiled at Sherlock, before turning back to Father. "Yes I am."

"How do you find that?"

John smiled. "Sometimes he's difficult, but I guess that's why I love him."

Father raised his eyes as John said 'love', but he smiled warmly and nodded. "In that case, I'm glad he has you."

Fathers gaze locked on Greg. "Greg," he said warmly, studying Greg for a moment. "You're engaged to my older boy, congratulations!"

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Holmes."

We had all finished our food by that stage, and the butler had removed the crockery from the table. Mummy got up and whispered in Fathers ear. I slouched back in my seat and sighed as Father's eyes widened. 

Mummy sat back down, and Father turned to me, and cleared his throat. "Mycroft. Can I speak to you in my study?"

I nodded. "Excuse me." As I walked past Sherlock I discreetly slipped him twenty quid.

As I followed Father out, I heard him suggest that he, John and Greg should go to the games room. I smiled. Sherlock wasn't as bad as I liked to think.

Father and I got up to his study, and I looked around. The shelves were still ceiling high, jammed with books. I noted the one book that was the most worn, and realised it was a hidden room. Dull. Father sat on the edge of his desk, and I sat on the seat opposite him. 

"Mycroft," Father said slowly, "What on Earth are you doing?"

"What do you mean, Father?" I cocked my head to the side, playing stupid. 

"You know exactly what I mean! You've gotten engaged to a student! You are treading on dangerous grounds here, Mycroft!"

"Father," I said, closing my eyes, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Trust me. I know what I'm doing. We've been together for over a year!"

"Over a year?! Mycroft, are you out of your mind?"

"Yes, Father. Perhaps I am. Perhaps I am out of my mind because I am so in love with someone I am certain I will spend the rest of my life with, if he'll have me."

"I know a lot of young women who would be happy to be with you, Mycroft. You're young, intelligent, wealthy, and rather good looking. I could-"

"No," I said, opening my eyes and shaking my head.

"-Easily introduce-"

"No! Father, I said no! I am gay, alright? You need to accept that."

"I do, I just can't accept the fact that you're with a student!"

I sighed. "Father, I am sorry. My whole I have tried and tried and tried to make you proud. But apparently it doesn't look like that'll happen. Merry Christmas and good evening."

I stood up and calmly left the room. I walked along the halls of the huge house, and found the games room. I opened the door and saw the boys playing darts. Greg looked at me as I came in, and I took his hand and stormed out of there.

I spotted Mummy on the way out, so I gave her a kiss on the cheek, wishing her a merry Christmas before leading Greg to the car. We got in and I sped away, leaving marks on the otherwise clear road (aside from the painted lines), and Greg gripped the handle above the door. 

I knew he noticed my knuckles turn white against the steering wheel as I sped down the road. I was beyond furious. 

"I'm sorry," Greg said sadly. "I didn't mean to start a fight between you and your father."

I pulled over and looked Greg dead in the eye. "Don't be sorry. It is not your fault. It was about me, not you," I said firmly. I gave Greg a rough kiss before pulling away. I began driving again, less recklessly, and I drove for about an hour. 

"Where are we going?" Greg asked me.

"Here," I replied softly, pulling into the carpark of a beach far out of town. 

It had since grown dark outside, and the only source of light came from the stars above us. We got out of the car and took off our shoes and socks, before we began to walk along the beach hand in hand. 

"I'm sorry about earlier," I said after a while. 

"It's fine, really."

"No, it's not. I shouldn't have behaved like that, but you must understand that my father and I don't have the best relationship."

"I do understand. I'm sorry it couldn't have been different."

"You're sorry," I said, picking Greg up, twirling him around, before stopping. His legs were around my waist, his arms around my shoulders, and he smiled as he looked down into my eyes. "But I'm glad. If things weren't this way, we most likely wouldn't be together now."

"I love you, Mycroft."

"I love you too, Greg," I replied, before pressing my lips against Greg's, kissing him passionately. Somehow, we ended up lying down on the sand, Greg on top of me, his tongue roaming my mouth. I groaned as he moved his body over mine, pressing and rubbing against all the right places. "I'm getting sand... All over my... Clothes," I said between kisses.

"Easily solved," Greg replied, before taking my clothes off of me, leaving me in only my boxers.

"Do you  really want to do this on the beach?" I asked him breathlessly.

"Eh, consider it another Christmas present," Greg replied.

I smirked at him. "I was hoping you would say that."