Give Me A Label (I'll Make Confetti)

Chapter 52: Let's All Go To The Hospital

'I really need to buy a bike,' Mycroft said when they pulled up at Greg's.

Greg chuckled as he pulled his helmet off. 'You've got a bike; a fucking Harley.'

Mycroft turned to smile at him and said, 'True, but I can't ride it yet.'

'So buy one like mine,' Greg shrugged. 'Or better yet, just let me give you a lift everywhere.' He waggled his eyebrows and Mycroft laughed. 'Open the garage for us?' Greg said after tugging his keys from his pocket.

Mycroft caught them and opened the one-door garage. Greg pushed his bike in and locked up before leading Mycroft into the house. Maggie was already at work and it was nearing one, so Greg and Mycroft just dropped off their stuff before heading out again.

Mycroft had left his Jag parked on the street and the two climbed in. When Mycroft pulled onto the street he said, 'Not nearly as much fun as a bike.'

Greg giggled and started playing with the CD player.

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Mycroft knocked on the door and Greg blinked rapidly when Harry Watson answered. She looked between the two before her eyes settled on Greg and she grinned. 'Well hello there, George.'

'Greg,' the brunette corrected.

'Oh, right,' Harry grinned. 'Sorry about that, Greg.'

Mycroft raised an eyebrow at her clearly flirty tone and cleared his throat. Harry looked at him and smiled.

'Well, well, well, Mycroft Holmes.' She leaned against the doorframe and folded her arms. 'Haven't you grown up well.'

Mycroft rolled his eyes. 'Lovely to see you again, Harriet.'

'Please don't call me that,' Harry groaned. Her eyes went from Mycroft's face, down his body, and back up again. 'Seriously, mate, you've grown five inches in the last year... and your body-'

'I thought you were gay,' Mycroft interrupted.

'I don't mind a bloke every now and then,' Harry said.

'Yes, well, I am gay,' Mycroft said, 'not ninety percent, not even ninty-nine percent; I'm completely, one-hundred percent, flaming queen. I also happen to be in a committed relationship.' He looked pointedly at Greg, who gave Harry a toothy grin. 'So sorry, but I'm not interested.'

Harry chuckled. 'Damn, have you always been this... this?'

'Yes,' Mycroft said, 'now, as lovely as this is, I'm here for my brother, and most likely John.'

Harry beamed at him before throwing a wink Greg's way and disappearing into the house. 'Little brother, the other Freak's here!' Harry shouted.

'Harry, don't call them that!' came John Watson's voice. Mycroft and Greg heard more bickering before Sherlock and John appeared.

Sherlock stopped dead in his tracks, light blue eyes skimming over his brother before quickly flicking to Greg. Mycroft sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose while both Greg and John looked at the brothers in confusion.

'Oh God,' Sherlock groaned.

'It's none of your business,' Mycroft stated.

'It is if you're going to be annoyingly happy,' Sherlock huffed. He pushed between the couple and stomped to Mycroft's dark green Jag.

'What's going on?' John asked.

'Yeah...' Greg mumbled.

Mycroft grabbed John's shoulder and propelled him towards the car. 'You're coming, yes?'