Sherlock oneshots

Mystrade~ where'd you go?

After ages, I have returned! Just wanted to promote myself for a second and point out I've started a new book! It's a Sherlock fanfiction, so if u like this book please consider giving it a read! It's called the Game is always On. Thank you!
Anyways, have some Mystarde shit.

Gregory Lestrade had always been a dreamer. Since he was a little boy he'd always made up his own universes and lived them out until he was bored, only to make another and play again. Dragons and castles and mythical creatures, Greg had pictured them all in his endless imagination.

When he grew up, got a job and a family, he of course set his mind on reality. However some of his dreamy nature never truly left him. He would always sit at his desk in Scotland Yard, feet up and eyes closed, dreaming about all the exiting cases that could come in and how he would heroically solve them.

He'd spend the endless hours of boring work just imagining the possibilities. Some people said it was his strongest quality, being able to tune out reality at will. Others said it was his only flaw, a huge one at that. "Live in the real world and you grow up, live in a fake one and it leaves you vulnerable to what the real one really has to offer." Is what Sherlock had told him. But Greg couldn't stop it, even if he really wanted to.

Greg had met Mycroft almost a year back, at a funeral. What a lovely setting, but it really had impacted the two men's lives. A while after becoming friends they started dating, and they'd been that way ever since. Greg seemed to become more dreamy each day of being with Mycroft, him being his only anchor to the real world.

Even if Greg's world was perfect already, his huge imagination made it even more colourful.

It was that one day that Greg lost sight of the real world. The one day that his fantasy offered better than the crude world could.

"What do you mean he's been shot?!" Greg shouted, his voice strained with panic. The person on the other end of the phone stuttered before answering. "It was on a case Inspector, he ran from our protection and was fired at. We tried our best to stop him. He's in hospital, but the doctors say he's-" the man stopped.

Greg tapped his finger impatiently on the desk, biting his top lip and glaring at the phone. "And what?" He snapped. The man sighed on the other end. "He's unlikely to make it." Those words caused Greg to stop, He stoped tapping, he stopped biting his lip, and sat wide eyed staring at the door. He dropped the phone, his hands going numb.

Just then Donovan walked in, papers in her hand. She was grinning down at one sheet, clearly proud of something she was about to show the inspector. She then looked up and locked eyes with Greg, her expression falling as she felt the man's obviously shocked atmosphere. She looked down at the phone lying screen down on the floor, the small distant cry of someone on the other end coming out.

"Are you okay sir?" She asked. Greg shuddered, clearing his throat loudly and standing up. "Yeah, fine." He said bluntly as he nudged past Donavan and out into the hallway. "Sir?" She called after him, but he didn't turn around.

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It only took seeing Mycroft like that to send Greg down, down into an endless depression. The sound of the flatline stayed with him, constantly ringing in his ears until he had to scream to drown it out. Sometimes he heard Mycroft talking to him, telling him about his day or what case had come up. Sometimes he'd sit and listen, Hope one day he'd go upstairs and see his partner lied in bed waiting for him. But that day never came.

Greg's fantasy absorbed him, he'd spend days on end with Mycroft, just sat cuddling watching a movie and exchanging an occasional phrase. In reality he'd be sat alone, TV off, just him with his eyes shut, dreaming. He dreaded waking up at all, he dreaded going back to what was waiting for him, complete loneliness, silence.

He wished he could just be with Mycroft forever, just him and himself against the world. He knew there was only one way..

When filling the needle with the warm brown liquid, Greg felt his heart speed. He knew this was the only way out, the only way to be with the man he loved forever. He found a vein, taking one last moment to think about what he was doing. But that thought only lasted a few seconds, as he found himself inserting the needle into his arm.

He felt the warm rush hit his body, suddenly feeling like he was flying. The world around Him spun, but in a way made him feel good. He smiled as he lied back and shut his eyes, feeling the high kick in.

"Gregory? Hello dear, back so early?" It was Mycroft, his sweet voice filling Greg with butterflies. "Come on dear." Mycroft said quietly, taking his lover by the hand and leading him out of the room. He was home.

"GREG! Greg wake up you stupid git! Greg please!"

"Greg!"

"GrEG!"

"Looks like an overdose has caused a drug educed coma. He's gone, John."

I'm not too happy with this, I bounced back and forth between writing this and writing my other book. Sorry if this is half arsed but I needed to get something out lmao