Greg had spend the night at Mycroft's manor. He had the day off but his boyfriend still had to work so he'd woken up to an empty house and serval notes dotted about the place.
He got up, got changed, made himself some breakfast and was now extremely bored. He'd called Mycroft a few times, and texted him, and spammed him with pictures of cats, to which he received a message back along the lines of:
'Very amusing Gregory, but I am trying to make sure China and the US don't start a nuclear war. If you're bored why not try and read a book, or watch a film? I'll be home as soon as I can love. - Mycroft'
Greg had tried to explain to his boyfriend that he didn't need to sign his texts because he had his number saved. Mycroft had raised an eyebrow at the time, remarking that he would stop signing his texts as soon as Greg changed his contact name to something more appropriate, because apparently 'Winston Churchill' is not an appropriate name. Greg had refused because it was an extremely appropriate name, and told Mycroft he was lucky he contact name wasn't 'Mr Trump'. As a punishment for that comment, Mycroft contuined to sign his texts.
But anyway, Greg was bored, and even the fond memory of teasing Mycroft didn't help him.
He decided to just walk around the house, listening to some music, because the silence of Mycroft's manor unnerved him sometimes. He'd looked around the house several times before and he'd been coming here for over a year now but there were still a few rooms that he didn't know the contents of. They were always locked for some reason.
Being alone in a house, locked doors and a curious nature didn't always go very well together so Greg had decided to just see if any of those rooms were unlocked.
As he walked he listened to the music, he was a particular fan of Imagine Dragons and the song 'On top of the world'. So that's what he was listening to, gently singing and swaying to the music before realising he was alone in the house and he didn't need to be quiet.
Not too long later he was dancing around the house which involved a lot of air guitar and singing his lungs out.
He bumped into something and it toppled over. He winced as he heard the sound of whatever it was hitting the floor and he turned around slowly after a few seconds of standing frozen in place.
It was the umbrella stand, which held only two umbrellas at the time. Greg knelt down to inspect it and desperately hoped nothing was damaged. Not broken, that's good. He picked up the stand, replaced the first umbrella and reached for the second one. The handle was loose. Crap
He gently picked up the umbrella and tried to work out the extent of the damage. He carefully moved the handle to see whether it was just loose or if it had come off completely.
The handle came right off, but Greg was not expecting what happened next.
There was something attached to the handle, metal of some kind? Greg pulled it out and was surprised to find that it was a sword. A bloody sword. Inside the umbrella. What. The. Hell.
Although to be honest Greg probably wasn't as surprised as he should have been. This is Mycroft Holmes we're talking about.
He pulled out his phone and took a picture the sword umbrella and sent it to Mycroft with the caption:
'What the bloody hell is this?'
'It looks like a sword and an umbrella. Wherever did you find it?' -MH
'Don't play dumb with me. It's one of your umbrellas. Care to explain?'
'I'm very busy here Gregory. Please try and find a way to entertain yourself that doesn't involve breaking my umbrellas.' -MH
'You git. It's not broken, there's just a bloody sword inside of it'
'Yes, and I'm sure I have no idea how it got there.' -MH
'I'll get you when you get home.'
'Is that a threat?' -MH
'Maybe, depends on if you plan to keep lying to me'
'I really need to get back to work.' -MH
'Maybe I should impale myself on it just to check it's real. Seeing as you won't give me an answer.'
'I know you're bluffing.' -MH
'Try me, I can draw blood no problem.'
'Fine Gregory. There are concealed blades in all of my umbrellas. It's only for protection but I assure you it is entirely necessary. Is that what you want me to say?' -MH
'Yes. Thank you.'
'Can I go back to work now?' -MH
'I'll allow it'
'Please do try not to break anything else while I'm gone.' -MH
Greg smiled and decided to leave the conversation at that. He didn't want to give Mycroft the satisfaction of an answer.
He moved to put the sword-umbrella back together and felt a wave of anxiety wash over him as he noticed the blade was loose. Did I actually break it?
He was less surprised when he discovered to blade came away from the handle to reveal a concealed gun.
He promptly took a picture of it and sent it to Mycroft with the caption:
'What the bloody hell is this?'
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Mystrade Oneshots
Fanfiction[Discontinued] These are oneshotes I used to write years ago, but haven't in a while as my life has moved on. It is unlikely I will ever post more of these, but you are welcome to read through the old ones. I hope anyone reading this enjoys the one...
