Sherlock Oneshots (Mystrade/Johnlock/Mormor)

Flatmates - Mystrade

3 updates in a day because I'm sick and have nothing else to do. Heh.

Short chapter sorry :/

Mycroft's P.O.V

After Sherlock 'died', he came to me for help. I was reluctant at first, telling him that John would be more than happy to take care of him. But, for whatever reason, he refused. Eventually, people started to wonder if he was really dead. And, of course, they turned to me. They all wanted information that I wasn't going to give them. Ever.

I eventually had to move, given the state of things. I moved closer to Central London, only about a 15 minute drive from Scotland Yard.

It was a dishevelled old apartment building, and was completely inconspicuous. No one would have ever suspected that was where I inhabited. Unfortunately, after 3 days of moving in, I heard my neighbours across the hall getting into a heated argument. Curiosity got the better of me – it always did – and so after I heard their front door open and slam shut, I looked through the peep hole, and couldn't believe what I saw.

DI Gregory Lestrade was slumped up against his front door, a bag in his lap and tears running down his face.

We had met a few times before. He was a very interesting, patient and kind person. I even considered him an acquaintance. I didn't have many of those, but I suppose Gregory was an exception.

I couldn't just let him sit there and cry, so I flung my door open and rushed over to him.

"What the fuck? Mycroft?" He whispered through his sobs. I'm not one for physical affection, but I lurched forward and wrapped my arms around him. I let him cry into my shoulder, then invited him into my apartment for a cup of tea and a chat.

"So, what's been going on, Gregory? Are you alright?"

"No. Umm... so, I moved in with my girlfriend about 6 weeks ago, and it's not really going well." I nodded. We sat beside each other on my couch, and I placed my arm around his shoulders. "She uh... she just broke up with me and now I have nowhere to live. I guess I could sleep in my office, but I dunno if that'd do me any good."

"No, no it wouldn't." I pondered his situation for a second. "You could stay with me until you find a more suitable place to live."

"Seriously? You'd be okay with that?"

"Of course I would, Gregory." He rested his head on my shoulder, and I felt my heart rate speed up a little bit. But I wasn't entirely sure why.

"Thank you... thank you so much... I uh, I only have this bag," he pointed to the duffle bag at his feet "cause she already packed up all my shit."

"Clearly, she doesn't deserve you, Gregory."

I felt his arm come to rest on my waist, and I looked down at him. He was smiling, and he had his eyes closed. I felt a smile creep onto my face, and I couldn't have willed it away if I tried.

He'd melted my heart.

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Greg's P.O.V

I could've kissed him right then and there. I'd known that I'd had feelings for him for a while, but I had a girlfriend that I was pretty serious with, so I tried to suppress those feelings as much as I could. It was really tricky and sitting there, tangled up in his arms knowing that we were going to be living together, it was even harder to shove those feelings done. But my girlfriend had just dumped me, so at least I didn't have to feel so guilty about it anymore. And, on top of that, I knew that Mycroft was gay. He'd told me when he was pissed once, and it was the first time I realised that I wanted to be more than just his colleague or friend.

I ended up wrapping both arms around him, and crying a bit more. We decided that I was going to sleep on the couch, as he only had one bed. But, I was hoping that might change.

We had a pretty good schedule; Mycroft could work from home, and I headed to work at 9:30am every day. I knew my girlfriend's schedule, and I knew she didn't wake up until 10, and went to work at 11. I got home by 5 on weekdays, 6 on Sundays. She got home at 7. It meant that I didn't run into her. She knew my schedule too, and we avoided each other like the plague. I liked it better that way.

Mycroft and I were quite domestic. On weekdays, I'd make dinner once I got home. On weekends, he'd make dinner, and it'd be ready by the time I got home. We got to know each other extremely well, and we grew to really enjoy just sitting in silence, reading and working or watching TV. It was so much better than living with my ex. We never fought; we got into arguments, sure, but it was just over stupid stuff. Like how I loved to prank him, or how much my back hurt from sleeping on the couch.

After living together for 4 months, I brought up the couch situation again.

"Look, mate, I just don't think it's good for me. I'm not exactly the youngest bloke anymore, and I don't want arthritis."

He sighed, and closed his laptop. He walked over to me, and grabbed both of my shoulders. "We can't share a bed, we've discussed this."

"Why not?!" I sounded angrier than I was, to help prove my point. Although, I wasn't entirely sure what my point was.

"Well, it wouldn't be appropriate. We're not a couple."

"We could be!" I couldn't believe I'd just said that. And I certainly couldn't believe what I did next.

I practically leapt forward to close the gap between us. I crashed my lips onto his, and felt him crumble under my touch. Once I knew he wasn't going to shove me away, I walked forwards, backing him up until he softly hit his back on the kitchen counter.

We wrapped our arms around each other, and I felt on top of the world (no pun intended there). I'd only kissed one other guy before, and it resulted in my nose getting broken. I sort of expected a similar reaction this time around, but then reminded myself that this was Mycroft. He was dramatic and powerful, but he wasn't irrational.

We broke apart, only for a moment to catch our breaths. We were instantly back at it again, and I'd hadn't been that happy in a long time.

We broke apart again, and he dropped his head onto my shoulder. I kissed his neck, then hugged him tighter than before.

"Do you think I'll need to sleep on the couch tonight?" I chuckled. He looked up at me, and kissed me again.

"Don't you dare."