Fill: Sometimes Even ‘The British Government’ Has An Off Night - Pt 1/5random_nexusJune 26 2011, 02:52:54 UTC
I hope this will do. It's not an easy subject and the Muse wasn't very cooperative, but lame excuses aside, I hope it pleases you and your luv. You two deserve far better, I must say. Although Mycroft Holmes had always gone to what sometimes seem extreme lengths to keep tabs on and protect his younger brother-and now his younger brother’s flatmate-he did not generally take equal measures to protect himself. It wasn’t necessary, really, as only a very, very few knew him to occupy anything other than a ‘minor position in the British government’. If he was in a situation where he might require it, he would have absolutely excellent security people minding his safety, in many instances he was happy enough knowing that his driver or his assistant would be more than adequate to deal with any random threat that popped up in the course of daily business as usual. In a pinch, Mycroft could defend himself against almost any unarmed attacker and often even those bringing weapons to the engagement; however, it was most often best to take
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Re: Fill: Sometimes Even ‘The British Government’ Has An Off Night - Pt 2a/5random_nexusJune 26 2011, 02:56:20 UTC
When Lestrade asked if Mycroft would accompany him to ‘a little hole-in-the-wall place’ where he used to go regularly, Mycroft arranged a time on his busy schedule to do so; furthermore, he agreed to go ‘incognito’, which in their mutual lingo meant that Mycroft would forgo his three-piece bespoke suit for something far more casual
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Re: Fill: Sometimes Even ‘The British Government’ Has An Off Night - Pt 2b/5random_nexusJune 26 2011, 02:58:10 UTC
Lestrade tensed, breaking the kiss to turn his head, the almost-slumberous, aroused luster leaving his dark eyes slowly. Mycroft was aware-shamefully belatedly-of the fact that the voices he’d heard moments ago were louder now. Brash, rough, and accented with the flavour of ignorance and innate hostility, several male voices now sounded clearly on the night air. He should have been more aware of them approaching, should have anticipated trouble in such a neighbourhood, but Gregory’s wonderful mouth had driven everything else out of his mind. Mycroft made yet another mental note to do something about that; he shouldn’t allow himself to be so affected. Yes, and that intention had worked so well thus far
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Re: Fill: Sometimes Even ‘The British Government’ Has An Off Night - Pt 3/5random_nexusJune 26 2011, 03:12:03 UTC
Mycroft heard shouts and scuffling, thudding sounds, felt himself shoved over onto his side and groggily curled in on himself after the first hard impact against his chest pushed all his breath out of him in a rush. He was dizzy and his eyes didn’t want to focus, the thick roaring and the persistent ringing in his ears making everything a muddle of confusing sounds. He knew someone else had kicked or hit him, his body rocking from it, the rough pavement scraping across his cheekbone as he jerked away from the blurred sense of something coming at his face
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Re: Fill: Sometimes Even ‘The British Government’ Has An Off Night - Pt 4/5random_nexusJune 26 2011, 03:13:28 UTC
It was dark and cold and everything was made of jagged edges and loud throbbing sounds; Mycroft resisted, struggling blindly to curl in to a ball and stay there, but a familiar voice drew his attention. The pounding, throbbing pain kept him from understanding the words, but he’d recognise his brother’s voice anywhere. Shaking his head, he groaned as the world swirled around him, sickeningly, uncontrollably, and his stomach lurched.
“I said be still, Mycroft.” The words wavered into existence, muffled and odd, but understandable now. “One of my people saw what was happening, recognised Lestrade, and fetched us to you both. An ambulance is on the way. Now, lie still and let John have a look at you
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Re: Fill: Sometimes Even ‘The British Government’ Has An Off Night - Pt 5a/5random_nexusJune 26 2011, 03:18:58 UTC
"My? C'mon, My, I know you're in there," Lestrade's voice gradually evolved into something Mycroft recognised. Low, a bit hoarse, sounding much as he did when he sometimes woke Mycroft early from a sound sleep before they both had to leave their comfortable bed and face the world. But there wasn't gentle lust in his tone now, there was... an undercurrent of something tense, fear? Worry? "My? Mycroft? Don't just lie there frowning at me, open your eyes, love
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Re: Fill: Sometimes Even ‘The British Government’ Has An Off Night - Pt 5b/5 random_nexusJune 26 2011, 03:22:20 UTC
"Three of them stayed put till they were picked up," Lestrade answered with an understandably harsh edge to his tone. "One ran, helping one of his friends for a while before dumping him to try and get away." Gently taking Mycroft's hand, Lestrade’s expression-such as could be deciphered-turned to one of grim satisfaction. "Sherlock helped me find them. They're both in custody, as well
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Re: Fill: Sometimes Even ‘The British Government’ Has An Off Night - Pt 5c/5 [END]random_nexusJune 26 2011, 03:26:08 UTC
“You are just a bit biased, My,” Lestrade told him dryly, but leaned down and kissed him again, nevertheless; which suited Mycroft just fine. “Would it hurt your poor ribs too badly if I got up onto the edge of the bed with you
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You two deserve far better, I must say.
Although Mycroft Holmes had always gone to what sometimes seem extreme lengths to keep tabs on and protect his younger brother-and now his younger brother’s flatmate-he did not generally take equal measures to protect himself. It wasn’t necessary, really, as only a very, very few knew him to occupy anything other than a ‘minor position in the British government’. If he was in a situation where he might require it, he would have absolutely excellent security people minding his safety, in many instances he was happy enough knowing that his driver or his assistant would be more than adequate to deal with any random threat that popped up in the course of daily business as usual. In a pinch, Mycroft could defend himself against almost any unarmed attacker and often even those bringing weapons to the engagement; however, it was most often best to take ( ... )
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“I said be still, Mycroft.” The words wavered into existence, muffled and odd, but understandable now. “One of my people saw what was happening, recognised Lestrade, and fetched us to you both. An ambulance is on the way. Now, lie still and let John have a look at you ( ... )
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And they definately deserved those snuggles at the end :)
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Thanks so much!
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Superb, my dear. So well written as to make me grit my teeth and then melt my heart both at the same time. I think we're even now. :)
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VERY glad to know you enjoyed. 'I think we're even now.' Okay, then. *grin*
Thank you muchly, bebe!
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I agree, sometimes I think people can underscore the rough stuff too hard, but tastes vary.
Oh, my, I so appreciate your telling me the bits that particularly caught your attention! *happy bouncing*
Thank you, bebe, oodles and bunches, for the lovely comment!
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