I assume many of you may have read, The Complexity of a Meaningless Accessory by Jawns_Sweater. I liked it so much that I had my own ideas on how Mycroft had adapted his liking to the umbrella. So here it is. Dedicated to @Jawns_Sweater for the idea and @lokiismyvillian for being there for me throughout my writing.
Many of you may wonder why Mycroft Holmes carries around his umbrella all the time; perhaps he is afraid of getting wet, maybe he is too lazy to invest in a cane,or maybe the meaning is much more, intimate.
To explain what the umbrella signifies we must go back all the way to Mycroft's childhood days, to when he was nine years old, and Sherlock was a mere two. Mycroft had never had a very strong bond with him or his parents, particularly his father, for he was gone half the day, and slept the other. A few minutes were all he could see of him in a day.
On the one day, his birthday, Mycroft actually saw his father for more than an hour. Little Mycroft was turning nine years old. Mycroft still believed in feelings at such a small age. On that day Mycroft would get the best birthday present ever, a brand new, yellow umbrella.
His father had explained that he should keep it with him always, because England was a very rainy place. He would do so until he was at the age of twelve, when he was sent off to boarding school.
He had everything packed, umbrella and all. He had gone on the train to travel to school. He had no where to sit, but a boy by the name of Greg had allowed him his seat. It turned out they would go to the same school for the next four years. They had amazing times, caused trouble, had detentions every other day, and became slightly intimate.
When his father had come to visit every year, he always had his umbrella, his small yellow one, and when it became tattered he had bought a new one. In his final year, at age 16, he had lost his yellow umbrella, and had become quite damaged and had many holes.
He had searched and searched for a yellow umbrella like his own, but came up with nothing. He had returned to his dorm room, with nothing to show his father for his meeting the following day.
Mycroft had broken down into tears when he saw Greg, his roommate. He had explained his predicament and Greg only smiled. " I have just what you need." He said kissing Mycroft's forehead.
Mycroft was taken aback from this gesture, although he enjoyed it. Greg had seemed to have a sexual attraction to females, but he always liked to be around Mycroft. This moment would never leave the thoughts of Mycroft Holmes until the day he died.
Greg walked over to the closet and pulled out a large black umbrella with a wood handle. He had tried to explain that there were no yellow umbrellas and that was the very last umbrella that he had a struggle prying from the hands of an elderly lady, but Mycroft wouldn't let him get a word in edgewise.
Mycroft was on his feet when he pulled out the umbrella and dove towards Greg. Their lips crashed into one another's and Mycroft kissed Greg passionately. Yet again, another memory to keep forever.
When he woke up in the morning, he was wrapped in Greg's arms on the couch they fell asleep on. They were both in their pants.
Greg smiled when he woke up and kissed Mycroft's head. He explained nothing happened and got dressed.
It was that afternoon that Mycroft's father was coming to visit.
" Hello Mycroft." His father said as he walked up to Mycroft patting his head. Mycroft had his black umbrella tight to his side as Greg walked up behind him. " Hello, and who are you?" Asked Mr. Holmes. " He's my fr-" Mycroft began before Greg finished. " Boyfriend. " Mycroft blushed bright red as his father turned a pale shade of green.
Mycroft knew what would happen, he nudged Greg away and have him a wary look. Greg gave Mycroft a look of complete failure and walked away. " I'm sorry Father." Mycroft said before he was hit in the side of the head. " A boyfriend?!" Yelled his father. " What type of boy do you think I tried to raise you as? A queer? Absolutely not! You come from a good Christian family, and is this acceptable to god?!" Mycroft looked down as a drop of blood from his ear hit his shoe. " Father..." " No!" His father retorted, " I would have rather had you sleeping around with a whore!" And with that he left Mycroft.
When he was out of sight, Mycroft knelt to the ground and sobbed. His blood mixed with his tears and he clenched his umbrella.
The next day he had a phone call from the headmaster. He had been told his father was switching him schools and he was to leave that moment.
He packed all of his things, including the umbrella, which he would flaunt I front of his peers and parents, whenever he would see them.
To this day, Greg has not seen Mycroft again, but Mycroft keeps close tabs on his certain divorced inspector. Mycroft has tried to meet up with him more than once, and even pushed his brother to meet with him, hoping he may be invited to meet him again.
Unlike his yellow umbrellas, the black one bought for him all those years ago is the same one Mycroft had been given by his lover, although it may have been patched and painted, the memories still remain.
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Well that's all folks! I really hope you liked it!! If you did, maybe comment other topics I could write about, because I really enjoyed writing this one!! Love you all!!
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