James Reveals The Game
James Reveals The Game
Jim returned home finally, turned the key in the lock and opened the door. And who did he find sitting in his special chair like the King of England, Mycroft.
"The prodigal son returns." James was speechless for a second.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Have you been good while I've been busy?"
"That depends on how you define good?"
Mycroft looked James up and down and raised his eyebrows. "Do tell?"
"Oh, I've been doing research on a theory of mine."
Mycroft steepled his fingers. "Do go on."
James started subconsciously blushing while trying to construct his reply. Mycroft didn't ask him to have a seat but instead left James standing in front of him shuffling from one foot to the other.
Based on his body language alone this is going to be good, thought Mycroft. Mycroft enjoyed making James nervous.
Ah, Mycroft Holmes. The master game player and keeper of everyone's secrets. And looking nervous as a cat was his favorite protégé, James. The younger man had the balls of an elephant in many respects with others. Mycroft could make him feel as humble as a naughty schoolboy.
Mycroft had tried to groom some good game into his younger brother Sherlock. He was smart enough but in many respects he was too slow. Not quick witted enough. Sherlock wanted everything to be clever and liked to show off. When he couldn't he got bored. James on the other hand was so much fun. A definite genius and as mercenary as the master he thought to himself.
"I'm waiting, James. Speak"
How the hell am I going to explain this without getting Mycroft angry? James thought quickly.
"I introduced two people we know to each other."
"And who might these two people be?"
"Irene Adler and Molly Hooper." James looked nervously down into Mycroft's eyes.
"So you introduced that devil of a woman to a shy sweet young woman? What do you hope to accomplish with this 'introduction'?" Mycroft seemed more intrigued with James's possible motivations than being angry.
"Both are highly intelligent. Irene more ruthless than Molly definitely. Do go on and explain yourself?" said Mycroft.
"It's an experiment of sorts. It pains me to see Molly all alone with her cat. She deserves a friend."
"Isn't she straight as far as you can deduce?"
"I am not a hundred percent sure. Is anyone ever a hundred percent sure of anything?"
"I can see how that mystery might intrigue you, James. I must admit it intrigues me as well. I love to take chances with myself, with you and other people too. I can understand the fascination with your theory and it has aroused my curiosity as well. Well done."
Mycroft looked up at James. "Have you missed me?"
"Oh my, yes. It's lonely here without you." James curled into Mycroft's lap and started snuggling and nibbling on his left ear. This made Mycroft ticklish and gave him goosebumps. James started to kiss Mycroft gently. "You often surprise me" he whispered.
"I could say the same about you James."
Neither of them wanted to change positions or even talk. It felt so good to have someone to snuggle with. Both of them felt that they had to show a hard and tough exterior to the outside world. But here alone they could just enjoy being together. Damn it all if the rest of the world believed them to be enemies.