Greg

I was ecstatic on my date with Mycroft. I was still grinning when I got back to Baskerville, still over the moon about everything and still seeing the beauty in the world and all that was in it. And then, as I guess I could only imagine, I went into my dorm room, seeing a huge crowd around the door. I pushed my way through to find Anderson and Donovan in the middle of a row. 

They were shouting, cursing, throwing things - the whole shibang. I rolled my eyes as I heard it all. The audience looked positively enthralled with the abuse flying backwards and forwards. And then it happened. That horrid, horrid girl, picked up one of my past rugby trophies and smashed it across Anderson's face. The audience gasped. So did Sally. Anderson dropped like a sack of potatoes. 

"Alright, that's it!" I shouted. "Everyone get lost!" Once they moved away I turned to Donovan.  "Sally you crazy witch get out of our room! And don't ever touch my trophies again! Look, it's got blood on it!" I shouted at her. "Blood! Now I have to go and get it polished again because of your carelessness!"

The tears that were already flowing down her face came faster, and I gently pushed her out of the room, gaining a bit of sympathy for her (I mean, she had been putting up with Anderson for a while) and locked the door, just as Anderson came to.

"Anderson, you bloody bastard! What the hell was all that about?" I asked, crouching down beside him.

"She found out about... my girl on the side," he groaned, sitting up. He rubbed his face and blanched at the blood he found on his hand. 

"Looks like you've got a broken nose. You deserve it though, you berk."

"Will the nurse be here still?"

"Not bloody likely, mate. It's almost twelve. You'll need to go to the hospital."

"Will you come with me?"

"I don't really want to, but shit, I guess I'll have to. I'll text Mike. He'll have to take us since he has a car. Until then, go stand over the loo. Your nose is pouring blood like water from a tap."

Anderson staggered to his feet and went through to the bathroom as I text Mike with a sigh. His response was almost instantaneous. 'Y me?'

'Because,' I texted back, 'You're the only one with parents willing to trust their kid with a car.' 

A few minutes later, Mike came down the hall and into our room. "Wow, it looks like there's been a tornado in here."

"Sally, tornado, same thing," I shrugged, smiling lazily. 

Mike laughed heartily and walked over to the bathroom. "Anderson! What is taking you so long?!"

"Well, Mike," came Anderson's sarcastic voice from the other side of the door, making Mike and I exchange an amused look. "My nose is pissing out with blood and it hurts like a bitch."

"You didn't answer my question," Mike said, biting his tongue to hold back a laugh. 

Something hit the door, and Mike and I both spluttered, finally letting our laughs out. "Easy does it, Phillip!" I called out. 

"Oh, shut up, would you?" Came the lad's annoyed voice as the bathroom door opened. Anderson looked terrible. Already, his eyes were already bruising, and his nose still bleeding, sitting at an awfully crooked angle. He held a handful of loo paper under his nose to catch the blood.

"Bloody hell!" Mike exclaimed as he looked at him. "What'd she hit you with?"

"Greg's rugby trophy."

"Uh-oh," Mike chuckled, looking at me. "Bet you weren't happy about that one."

"Too right I wasn't happy. Blimey, I'm going to have to get it polished all over again."

"Can we go now?" Anderson said incredulously. "In case you can't see, my nose is broken good and proper."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Mike sighed, spinning his keys around on his forefinger. "It's all about you, isn't it, Anderson?"

Mike and I laughed once more as we walked out of the room, Anderson following close behind. I looked behind him for a moment as we quietly walked down the hall. "You know, tampons would work well to reduce the blood flow."

"Tampons?" Anderson asked. "What on earth are tampons?"

I groaned and Mike face palmed himself. "You know, things that girls use when they're... Oh, never mind," I sighed. "Even though you apparently have a lot of girls on the go, you don't even understand their bodies."

Anderson didn't reply, and Mike laughed. "Even I knew that one, Anderson, and I get less girls than either of you."

"Yes, well, you want to be a doctor, don't you?" Anderson said irritably as he continued to hold the paper under his nose. 

We walked in silence until we got outside into the fresh air. It seemed like a lifetime ago when I was on my date with Mycroft, when in reality it was only earlier in the night. 

We got to Mike's car, and he and I slid into the front, while Anderson got in the back. "Drop any blood on my interior, Anderson, and I'll bloody throttle ya," Mike warned. 

"Yeah, I know," Anderson sighed. 

The drive to Saint Bart's hospital was a long one, and Mike and I spent most of the time talking. 

"How was your night?" Mike asked. "You had a date, didn't you?"

"It was really good, actually. The best I've ever been on. At least until I came home and found this plonker having a domestic in my room."

"It's not my fault that Sally-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Anderson," I cut in harshly. "You shouldn't of cheated on her in the first place. What sort of person are you?"

"A lonely one."

"Oh, shut up, Anderson!" Mike and I said in unison. 

Finally, we got to the hospital and got Anderson out of the car. "There's going to be a bloody long wait, you know," Mike sighed. "You'd better bloody hope there are no random checkups back at school."

Anderson went up front and got some forms to sign. Mike and I sat there looking out of place.

"How long's it going to take?" Mike asked Anderson.

"Five hours at least."

"Five hours?! You better not expect us to stay here with you all evening," I whisper-yelled. 

"Mr. Lestrade," came the voice I'd been happily listening to only hours earlier. "Mr. Stamford, Mr. Anderson. What are you doing here?"

"My nose is broken, Sir," Anderson said, his voice muffled from the paper under his nose. 

Mycroft raised an eyebrow and looked directly at me. "I'm assuming none of you thought to report to the office before you left."

I shook my head. "No, Sir." What is he doing here? I thought to myself.

"You'll be waiting for a very long time yet. I'm very disappointed in all of you for being so careless about all of this."

Mycroft turned on his heel and went to speak to the woman behind the counter. She smiled at him flirtatiously as he spoke to her, indicating to us every so often. After about five minutes of speaking, the woman nodded, and Mycroft walked back over to us. 

"Two of you go with the nurse. One of you stay."

The three us looked at each other. Mike leaned in close. "You're the most charming one, Greg. You stay and get us out of it, and I'll go with Phillip," Mike said the other boy's name accusingly. 

The two followed the nurse who waited, and Mycroft set his gaze on me. "They're going to be a while. Come with me."

We got to a deserted area of the hospital, one I'd never known existed until that moment. Something told me Mycroft knew his way around the place. That and the fact he had an authorised hospital key card. "Alright," he began with a no-nonsense tone. "What happened?"

"Anderson and his girlfriend had a row and she-" I looked at the incredulous look on Mycroft's face and remembered I was talking to the assistant headmaster. 

"Smacked him over the face with a blunt object, yes?"

I nodded, and Mycroft groaned into his hands. 

"I-I'm sorry," I said, for lack of anything better to say.

Mycroft sighed and waved his hand in the air dismissively. "It's fine, it's not your fault, I'm sure. After all, you've not been at Baskerville all night." At that, we both grinned. 

"What about you? What're you doing here?" 

"I caught my brother doing something he shouldn't be doing, and now here we are. I forced him to get a drug test. He's still up a level," Mycroft nodded upwards as though if I looked I'd be able to see him frowning at us from the upper level.

"Blimey. And you're alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. A bit angry. I don't really want to watch him throw his mind away. He's very intelligent."

"Is he?"

"Yes, more intelligent than you could ever possibly imagine. He has the mind of a philosopher, and yet he chooses to waste that doing drugs." Mycroft looked into my eyes, and rubbed my sides with his hands. 

"Well, if he has half your intelligence he must be good."

Mycroft kissed my forehead. "You're right." He pulled away and grinned at me, and I couldn't help but grin back. "I really enjoyed myself tonight, Greg," he said softly. 

"I did too. Until I got back to Baskerville and had to deal with all that."

"Likewise with my little brother."

Mycroft kissed me softly, fleetingly, and pulled away with a smile. 

"Come on, we better go back. Mike will be waiting for you by the time we get back."

We walked back in a comfortable silence, walking so close our arms brushed together. I wondered what we looked like to other people, what they'd think if they saw us together. Would they see us as a couple? As friends? Did people look at us and think: "Wow, those two look great together?" God, I wished they would.