SHERLOCK

221B DRABBLES

What the title says; every fanfiction author has to do drabbles at some point and this is me trying. Has Sherlock, John, Mycroft, Greg, and any pairings my insane mind comes up with at the time. See warnings inside.

Author's Note:

Any Pairings That Include The Following Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Molly Hooper, DI Dimmock, Sally Donovan, and Anthea

About: Just random 221B Drabbles, you know the drill. Let's see if I can actually limit myself to 221 words, or if I'll fail spectacularly and decide to turn a drabble into a massive multi-chapter epic!

Warnings: Possible mentions of m/m slash, m/f slash, f/f slash, explicit language, mild violence, randomness, fluff

Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to the BBC, Mark Gatiss, and Steven Moffat. The original characters are the property of Arthur Conan Doyle. I own nothing but the plots and make no money from this story.

DRABBLE ONE: FAME LESS THAN INFAMY

"I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you" - Fame Less Than Infamy [Fall Out Boy]

Pairing: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade

Word Count: 221 [Excluding headers and footnotes]

Greg had reservations about Mycroft when they met. His brother was a cocaine-addicted genius sociopath... what the hell would his brother be like? Then he saw the suits, the bullet-proof cars, the name-changing assistant who seemed to be in love with her BlackBerry.

All of that made Greg weary of the elder Holmes- he was obviously dangerous and had the power to back up his threats- but over time Greg began to see the mask; the polite, uncaring shadow of the government.

Which was why it was so weird when Mycroft started acting... different. He'd take Greg out to lunch to get information, but after a few months he started being... nice. He'd ask how he was feeling.

It freaked Greg out.

Then there was the fact that Mycroft liked going to bars to "people watch". That's not to mention the music Mycroft listened to- Green Day, My Chemical Romance... the playlist of a punk loving teenager.

It took Greg too long to realise that he was thinking a lot about the elder Holmes and by then it was too late. Mycroft was firmly in Greg's head; a mystery. He couldn't stop thinking about him... really, Greg didn't want to. Mycroft was weird... but Greg liked that.

So when his wife left, Greg took Mycroft to a bar.

Author's Note: Do you know how bloody HARD it is to only write 221 words? ALMOST GODDAMN IMPOSSIBLE! Editing this ting took longer than writing it. God, how do other writers do it?

Anywho, ranting aside, I hope you liked it... if it makes sense- I'm not sure it does. So don't expect a lot of drabbles in a short amount of time. I've learned that I excel at longer stories. Seriously, short is not my style.

So... enjoy :)

{Dreamer}