I am not lonely [Mystrade]

CHAPTER 92 : Lesbian vampires and teddy bears

"Come on, you can't already be scared ! I haven't even pressed play yet." Mycroft laughed, seeing his partner's tense face.
"I'm not scared !" the detective protested, unconvincingly. "It's just that I don't know what to expect."
"I've told you, a lesbian vampire in Ostend." chuckled the auburn before slipping under the duvet beside Greg.
"Honestly,  you should enter a film pitching contest one day." the inspector mocked  while the other man was pressing play and the first note of the music  started to fill the room.
"Coming from someone who describe the last Doctor who season as 'A timelord in a box flying to defeat aliens' I think you are nothing but qualified to scold me on this subject." the official grinned.
"Isn't  that actually true ? He is a time lord in a box and he defeats aliens.  It's totally accurate." retorted his husband, grabbing his glass of red  wine and taking a gulp of the liquid.
"And she is really a lesbian  vampire. No lies in that either. Now shut up and concentrate or you will  miss the plot." replied the older Holmes in a smile.
As the story  was establishing itself, both of them laughed at the haircut of the main  male character, something that as much as it was popular in the  beginning of the seventies amongst young men was now considerate, for  good reasons, as completely hideous.
"You should have seen the  haircut my mum used to force me to sport when I was around eight, you  would never have spouse me." Gregory laughed.
"Your mother ? You mean  Mrs Lestrade who is probably one of the best dressed and fashionable  woman of her age would force her son to have a hideous hair cut ?"  giggled the auburn. "I don't believe you. It couldn't be that hideous  ..."
"Come on, I had a fringe ! A freaking fringe ! If that's not  already enough !" retorted the policeman, half laughing, half yelling.
"Everybody under the age of 25 had a fringe at this time, it doesn't count !" denied his boyfriend "Even I had a fringe."
"You had a fringe ?" replied the yarder, half-chocking on his wine.
"Yes, and a parting. And long hair in the neck." nodded Mycroft. "I challenge anyone of beating that."
"Alright,  I have to surrender, mine wasn't that hideous." admit the detective  before focusing back on the film in which the characters were finally  arriving at the hotel were the action was supposed to take place and  were the two of them had stayed a few weeks earlier.
To Greg's greatest surprise the film was quite slow in it's development, unlike the other horror film he had seen before, were you couldn't  spend more than three minutes without seeing blood or gory situations.  As he was starting to appreciate the main characters, despite their  haircuts, the baroness, real main character, entered the film, letting the inspector completely agape.
She looked like a Hollywood actress from the 30's with her perfect blond curls cleverly designed and her over red lips. She seemed totally out of age, something confirmed  by the film's plot, and in the same time she was like an icon that  completely belong to the place where she was standing. As much as he  didn't usually admire this kind of woman, the policeman just couldn' resist her charm and he was understanding  how she would be able to seduce every other characters of the story to  make them do what she wanted them to do. She had a high seduction power  and Greg remarked that even Mycroft who, unlike him, had ever been into  girls, seemed to be quite mesmerised by her smartness.
As long as the film was going on, the detective started to wonder why it was supposed to be a horror movie as they still hadn't seen a drop of blood or even a dead body. He had a very limited knowledge of the horror genre but he was quite sure that those were essential ingredients in the making of such a film.
"This is supposed to be a horror movie, isn't it ?" he asked the auburn.
"Yes. Why ? What do you think it is ?" replied the other one, surprised by the question.
"Well I don't know. There is no blood and no savage killings ..." remarked the yarder. "It's not that I don't like it, it's a beautiful film, but it doesn't seem very gory to me."
"All horror films aren't necessarily  gory Gregory." smiled the elder Holmes. "Actually I rather prefer  psychological horror. I find it more thrilling and frightening when it's  your imagination that is actually making things up because it plays  with your own biggest fears."
"The loving and passionate way you are  talking about frightening people will always astonish me darling."  chuckled the DI. "And frighten me as well. A bit."
"Don't you find the human brain's ability to scare himself absolutely fascinating ?" wondered the auburn.
"Certainly. It still makes you a little weird ..." replied Greg, raising his shoulders
"You think so ?" retorted Mycroft, looking a little hurt.
"Yes. But that's why I love you." the inspector reassured him, kissing him gently on the cheek. "Common people are boring."
"Does that mean you find me alluring when I talk about lesbian vampires ?" questioned the elder Holmes with a little grin.
"That  mean I'm finding you sexy whatever you are talking about." smiled the  policeman, shifting his body a little to rest his head on the other  man's shoulder.

"Be careful Aldy, cisors are dangerous, you can cut yourself with it." the official gently warned his son.
"I know it cuts Daddy. That's why I need to use it." retorted the little boy, giving a 'don't think I'm stupid' look to the man.
"Alright.  So have you chose what colour you want to use ?" smiled the elder  Holmes. He was sat around the living room coffee table alongside his  son, crafting material spread all over the table. He wasn't really a man  for manual labour but it was the first time in quite a while he was  able to spend an entire afternoon alone with his son and even if that  include ruining a shirt with glue stains while helping the little boy to build a present for Greg, it was definitely a great afternoon.
Christmas was coming and the tree the three of them had set up the previous evening was sparkling with glittery things and chaplets of lamps. A warm fire was alighted in the chimney  and they had just been delivered two smooth hot chocolate and some  brioche to drown in their mugs and if it wasn't for the cellphone he had  in his pocket and the knowledge that he might be call for an emergency  at any moment, Mycroft could nearly had thought he was a normal person enjoying this pre-christmas period, the time of the year he had always favoured.
"I think I'll have the grey." finally answered the child after a few seconds of thought. "Yes, the grey."
"Good  choice. Papa likes grey." nodded his father, handling the boy a pen.  "So now you must draw the shape of what you want to cut."
"So ... This one ?" wondered the toddler, pointing toward a paper cut-out of what looked like a miniature man's suit.
"Yes. You just have to put it on the fabric and draw the outlines of it then you can cut it." smiled the auburn.
"Like this ?" questioned Alden, placing the model on the fabric and starting to draw.
"Yes, but be careful to stretch the fabric first or the drawing will be inaccurate." Replied his dad, helping him to stretch the all thing.
"And inaccurate is bad." added the kid, tracing the shape, his tongue out in concentration.
"Exactly. Approximation is bad." chuckled Mycroft, patting his son on the head.
Actually,  even if crafting had never been his thing, he started to understand the  interest some people could find in it and was even starting to find it  relaxing, thinking that it was probably one of the very few things you  could do and have total power on from start to finish. Maybe Alden will grow up  to be a creative man ? If he never had been into crafting, the official  was, when he was still a teenager, quite keen on playing the piano and a  part of him had always hoped he could pursue a music career but his  enthusiasm had quickly been turned down by his father for whom, if it  was okay to play this noble instrument as a hobby, a real job include at  least a PhD and a secure place and Mycroft, not really realizing how he  was manipulated by Mr Holmes Senior, had stopped the piano and all his  artistic creation, poetry and musical composition mainly, to focus on  the study of the law and geopolitics.
He sometime wondered if he would have been  able to make it in the music industry but quickly discard those  thoughts to stop himself of becoming bitter and depressed by it. It has  been nearly 30 years since he had composed a single tune or write a  simple verse and even if he was sometime tempted to go back to it, he  always repressed himself of doing so, thinking that it would make him  sadder than everything, but watching his son enjoying himself crafting  the present, he decided that he should let himself have a go at it, life  being way too short to be cautious.
"Do you think Papa is going to like it ?" the little boy questioned, happily running the cisors through the fabric along the drawing he just had finished.
"Of course, why wouldn't he ? This is going to be the cutest teddy bear ever." the elder Holmes smiled tenderly.
"That's not right, Mr Nobody is the cutest !" giggled the child.
"Oh yes, sorry. I hope he haven't heard us ..." whispered the auburn, winking to his son.
"Pff ... You are a fool." chuckled Alden, shaking his head. "He can't hear us, he is not alive ..."
"How do you know he is not alive ? Maybe when you are not looking at him he is alive ..." retorted Mycroft.
"We are not in toy story Daddy. Toys don't move." denied the toddler, rolling his eyes.
"Toy what ? Is that a book ?" wondered the official, having genuinely no idea what his son was talking about.
"No, it's a film !" protested the young boy, raising up, fist on his hips. "You can't not know it !"
"You  know what, maybe we should watch it together when we will be finish  with this. What do you think of that ?" proposed the auburn.
"Oh yes ! Can we have popcorn ?" the child shouted happily before going back to his crafting.
"Yes, loads. And candy floss to !" nodded the older man, overwhelmed by his son's enthusiasm.