Mystrade Oneshots

39) Nightmare

Slightly Angsty

Greg grinned lovingly down at where Mycroft and his hands were latched onto each other. Without even thinking he gave Mycrofts hand a gentle squeeze and glanced up to meet his eye. His boyfriend looked down at him and returned a wide smile.

Suddenly there was shouting. The street they were walking down didn't seem so quiet. Gregs grip on Mycrofts hand tightened as his other hand found his gun.

The nice day they'd been enjoying turned sour. Clouds formed overhead whilst Gregs mind became fogged. He couldn't think straight. He couldn't run. He just felt the presence of Mycroft, and the presence of his gun.

Thunder boomed all around them. So did gun shots. Which was which? Maybe if Greg could tell he could have stopped the bullet that went straight into Mycrofts head.

Down came the rain. Down went Mycroft.

Gregs eyes flashed open. His mind was still alert but the four familiar walls painted that soothing shade of cream reminded him that he was in bed, at home, and it was all just a nightmare.

He rolled over and expected to find the warm presence of his husband, but instead found the cold reality of an empty bed.

"Myc...?" He mumbled, sleep clouding his thoughts. He grew slightly more awake and a lot more frantic. "Mycroft?!"

The man in question was downstairs and had rushed to the bedroom when he heard banging and shouting from within. When he arrived he saw Greg on his knees, leaning against the wall for support, silent tears streaming down his face.

Mycroft was by his side in seconds. "Gregory? What on earth happened?"

"Mycroft...?" Greg asked weakly, his vision blurred by tears and sleep.

"Yes, it's me. I'm here." Mycroft answered, observing his husband through concerned eyes. "What's going on, are you ok?"

"I- Yeah, I'm fine." Greg sighed before glancing over Mycroft to check he was uninjured. "You're ok." He breathed out, relief washing over him.

"Was it another nightmare?" Mycroft asked softly, calmer now that he could see that nothing was directly wrong.

The humiliation of admitting that this was all just caused by a nightmare was a little too much for Greg right now. He just stood up on shaky legs, with Mycroft's help, and got back into bed.

Mycroft knew what had happened, even if Gregory wasn't going to tell him. He also knew that he couldn't leave his husband like this, even if he pretended to be ok, Mycroft was well aware that he wasn't. He got into the bed next to Greg and wrapped the shorter man into a tight hug. "Whatever happened, it was just a nightmare. I'm right here. It's ok."

Greg nodded softly, too tired to be annoyed that Mycroft had deduced him. He just snuggled into the warmth of his husbands chest. "Thanks Myc. I love you."

"I love you too, Gregory." Mycroft replied, placing a small kiss on Greg's forehead.

It wasn't long and Greg was quite peacefully asleep in Mycroft's arms. It took Mycroft a little longer to get to sleep but when he was sure that his husband was ok, it was a lot easier to drop off.