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RescueMycroft had fled the scene just in time, but hadn't been lucky enough to escape completely unscathed. He had one broken leg, multiple scratches and bruises, and his right wing had been shot through.
Mycroft made it to a park in the middle of London, before collapsing under a large tree. He made a loud noise in pain, when attempting to shift back into human form. He was too wounded to manage it.Greg was walking home through the park, taking a short cut when he heard a noise. He looked around to find the source of the distressing call. He started to see a drops of blood that slowly grew in size before he made it to a large tree. “Oh you poor thing.” He says softly as he sees the wounded creature, trying not to spook it and keeping his distance.Mycroft looked up when he heard the oddly familiar voice. He was surprised to see Detective Inspector Lestrade kneeling in the dirt next to him. Mycroft, not wanting to spook the man, squawked instead of speaking. Trying not to appear too relieved, Mycroft made a show of hesitation, before moving towards Greg.“That right. It’s okay. I’ll help you.” Greg holds out his hand, using the calm soothing tone his grandfather taught him when he was little and used to take care of the creatures.Mycroft sniffed Greg's hand, before limping up onto it and draping himself, exhausted, over the man's arm. He made a weak sound of relief, glad it had been someone trustworthy who had found him.“It’s okay, pet. I’ll get you patched up. Right as rain in no time.” Greg holds the little scaly creature close as he quickly makes his way home.Mycroft tries to make as little noise as possible as he is jostled around in Greg's arms. Finally they reach the man's flat and go inside where its warm. He is glad to be out of the rain. Mycroft looks up at Greg, wondering what the man's going to do with him.Greg lays out a blanket in the sofa, gently laying Mycroft on it. “I’m going to get the kit so I can clean you up and treat some of your wounds. Just try and relax.” He says softly, going to the bathroom for the creature first aid kit which was more like a suit case compared to the one or two plasters he had for himself if he got a nick.Mycroft lay down on the blanket, trying not to move his wing or leg. He whimpered and shivered a bit, ad he attempted to get comfortable.Greg soon comes back. “Okay, pet. We’ll get you clean up and feeling better but first let’s get you warmed up.” He turns on a heating pad and gently lays it under the creature, turning it on high. He slowly and gently drys him, making a list of his wounds. “Someone really did a number on you, didn’t they?” He frowns, seeing his shot wing and his broken leg.Mycroft squawked, looking at Greg sadly. He closed his eyes and willed himself not to cry.“I know. I know. I’m going to put some numbing agent on your wing and stitch you up. Then I’ll splint you leg. Try not to bite me to hard, okay?” Greg asks, putting on thick gloves. He fills a syringe with pain medicine. “Can I see the inside of your hind leg, please? I’m going to inject you with this and it’ll help with the pain because it’s going to hurt when I fix you up. I’ll try and be as careful as I can.” He says softly, not knowing if the creature could understand him but trying to use his most soothing tone as possible.Mycroft nodded and lifted his leg so Greg could inject the pain medicine. He let out a little whine when he felt the poke of the needle. Mycroft buried his head in the blanket, trying to keep Greg from seeing his tears.“I’m sorry, pet. It’ll help quickly. I promise. It might make you feel groggy so just sleep if you need to.” Greg says softly and slowly injects the medicine.Mycroft hisses in pain. He's always hated needles. Soon he felt the pain ebb away, and managed to relax.“There you go. Just try and rest.” Greg says softly and starts to patch up the wounds.Mycroft nodded and yawned. He winced every once in a while, when Greg moved him the wrong way.“Sorry. Almost done.” Greg finishes wrapping the broken leg. “Alright i think that’s it.” He nods as he finishes wiping the dirt and blood off of the scales. “You’re probably starving. Let me see what I’ve got.” He takes off the gloves and puts away the kit before going to the kitchen.Mycroft sighed, the pain medicine in full effect. His stomach growled as he watched Greg walk to the kitchen. Mycroft couldn't remember the last time he ate, he'd been too concerned about it at the time.Greg brought back a few cooked and not cooked options on a plate. “I don’t know what you like so a bit of variety should work.” He sets the plate down for Mycroft to inspect.Mycroft looked at the food, his stomach growling once more. He stuck his tongue out and grabbed a piece of food, before pulling it back into his mouth and chewing it. He smiled at the taste and continued eating all that Greg had brought him.“That’s a good dragon. Still hungry?” Greg smiles, knowing an appetite is a good sign.Mycroft shook his head and licked his lips. He smiled softly at Greg, before yawning and closing his eyes.“It seems like you understand very well.” Greg smiles softly and goes to get ready for bed, deciding to sleep on the couch so he can keep an eye on his little guest.Mycroft peaks at Greg as he gets comfortable on the couch. He closes his eyes again and tried to sleep, knowing he's safe and looked after.Greg relaxes and dozes, checking on his patient every so often.A few hours later, Mycroft wakes up in extreme pain. He screeches at Greg in hopes he'll do something. This time he doesn't hide his tears.Greg jumps as he hears the screech. “Oh, pet.” He frowns and goes to get more pain medicine.Mycroft flaps his good wing and follows Greg, hobbling on his good legs. He doesn't want to be left alone.“Easy, pet.” Greg scoops him up gently and carries him.Mycroft burrows as best he can, into Greg's chest.“Would you like another shot or a tablet? The shot will work faster. Shake your head for shot or nod for a tablet.” Greg says softly. Mycroft shook his head. He really didn't want to be stuck with a needle again, but he desperately wanted the pain to stop. He pawed at Greg's chest with his good front foot.“I know it hurts. I’ll put a little numbing cream first and then I’ll do the shot so it’s not so bad.” Greg nods and carries Mycroft to the bathroom. He gets everyone ready one handed as he hold Mycroft with the other.Mycroft watches Greg's movements closely, flinching slightly when he sees the needle. He looks away and allows Greg to do what he needs to.Greg numbs a small spot on the dragons leg before giving him the shot, making sure it hurts as little as possible. “All done.” He says softly and puts everything away, carrying his patient back to the couch. “Is the heating blanket comfortable or do you want to sleep on my chest?”Mycroft rubbed his face against Greg's arm. He gently dug his claws into Greg's shirt.“I’ll take that as on me.” Greg smiles softly and lays back down on the couch, pulling the heating blanket over him so his patient could be comfortable.Mycroft settled against Greg, cozy and warm. He let out a noise of contentment, something close to a purr, and drifted back off to sleep.Greg gently strokes his head, running his hand over his scales.Mycroft snores lightly, unconsciously rubbing his head against Greg's hand in his sleep. Mycroft hadn't been this close to another person since university, and even then, he never revealed his secret to them.Greg holds the dragon close, being careful not to hurt him. He missed holding someone as he slept ever since his divorce.Mycroft woke up again in the early morning. He was in pain, but it wasn't anything like the previous night. He opened his eyes and looked at Greg, who was still sleeping.Greg hums softly as he feels movement on his chest but doesn’t wake, holding the dragon closer.Mycroft purred and kneaded Greg's chest gently with his feet. He smiled, watching Greg sleep, the man was adorable.“Mm feels like someone is awake.” Greg says softly as he wakes, his eyes still closed.Mycroft nuzzled Greg's neck and purred, while continuing to knead the man's chest.“You’re a lovable thing, aren’t you?” Greg smiles softly and pets him gently.Mycroft sighed happily, and looked at Greg, smiling.Greg smiles and strokes his thumb over the dragon’s head. “Hungry?”Mycroft nodded, his stomach growling at the mention of food. He pointed to his wing and leg, trying to get Greg to understand that he was going to need pain medication again.“Right. More pain meds. Eat first and then more meds. It’s easier on your tummy if you have food first.” Greg nods and scoops the dragon up gently and carries it to the kitchen.Mycroft nods, and squawks at Greg playfully. He nips at Greg's fingers to show his hunger. “Yes yes I get it.” Greg chuckles and smiles. “Same as last night?” He asks.Mycroft nods and smiles, purring softly. In his dragon form, Mycroft had to eat double, if not triple that of his human form, due to metabolism and rapid healing abilities.Greg prepares another plate like the night before. “I’ll put you back on the couch to eat while I shower, okay?” He carries the dragon and the plate back to the couch.Mycroft whines when Greg goes to leave the room. He doesn't feel safe being alone, even though he knows, rationally, he's in no clear danger. He looks up at Greg with sad eyes. Mycroft knows it’s stupid to be behaving like this, but he honestly feels like a wounded child at the moment.“Oh alright.” Greg chuckles and carries the dragon to the bathroom. He lays a towel on the counter and sets the dragon on it gently. “You eat and I will shower.” Greg smiles and sets the plate down in front of him.Mycroft nods and begins to eat. He purposely doesn't look up as Greg undresses and gets into the shower. Mycroft would never admit, out loud at least, that he found the man attractive.
Feeling the pain began to return, he started eating so Greg would give him pain medicine when he finished his shower.Greg showers, humming softly to himself. When he’s done he gets out and towels off, wrapping a towel around his waist. He was still quite fit despite his silver hair and desk work. “Ready for medicine?” He asks the dragon, preparing the numbing cream and shot.Mycroft nods, eyes attempting not to make it too obvious that he was checking Greg out. He allowed the man to care for him and administer the pain medication. He licked Greg's palm when they were done, purring in thanks.“You’re welcome, pet.” Greg smiles softly. “I’m going to get dressed. Would you like to come with me? Or sit on the heating blanket on the couch? Shake your head for staying with me and nod for the couch.”Mycroft hesitated before nodding. It was a good thing he couldn't blush in this form. Mycroft didn't think, in his current state, he could handle seeing Greg undressed.Greg smiles and takes him to the couch, laying him down on the heated blanket.Mycroft squawked in appreciation. He snuggled down into the heated blanket. He closed his eyes in content.Greg chuckles softly and smiles, going to get dressed.Mycroft waited for Greg to return when he heard the man's phone ring and arguing. He lifted his head and listened carefully.“Hello? Where? But it’s my day off. Yeah. Yeah all right. I’ll be there within the hour.” Greg sighs, coming back into the living room.Mycroft looked up at Greg as he entered the room. He flicked his tail in irritation and huffed, knowing that the man we going to leave him alone.“Don’t give me that look.” Greg chuckles softly and sits next to him. “I have to go to work. I’ve been called in. I don’t think you’re well enough to go with me.”Mycroft flicked his tail at Greg, wrapping it around his wrist. He squawked and nodded, before letting Greg go.“I’ll be back in a few hours. You’ve been fed and medicated so you’ll be good until I get back. I’ll make us a treat for dinner, okay?” Greg smiles softly.Mycroft nodded pawing at the blanket under him, wishing he could make a nest and just disappear into it. He watched sadly as Greg left.Greg goes to work, hoping the little dragon behaves while he’s gone.Mycroft carefully moves around the house, looking for things he could use to build a nest. He decided to jut unplug the heat blanket and drag it into the bedroom.When Greg got home he looked around. “You still here, pet?” He calls out, noticing every blanket and coat was missing as he walks to the bedroom. Mycroft looks up when he hears Greg call out to him. He makes a chittering noise from under the sweatshirt.Greg chuckles as he sees a mound of nesting on the bed. “Seems like someone has been busy.”Mycroft peaked out at Greg and squawked. He was glad to see the man had returned and smiled at him.“Hello, pet.” Greg smiles and pets his head. “How are you feeling?”Mycroft nibbles Greg's fingers and licks his palm. He purred quietly.“How about we have some takeaway and watch a movie?” Greg smiles softly and pulls out his phone, ordering. “Ya know I think you must have lived with someone. You’re so well behaved and sweet. Someone must be missing you. I know I would.” He says softly when he’s finished ordering.Mycroft tilted his head and looked at Greg curiously, before shaking his head and looking down sadly. Mycroft hadn't been with anyone since university, he'd been alone for too long. He curled his tail around himself, protectively.“Ah I see.. You don’t have anyone either, mm?” Greg says softly.Mycroft shook his head and looked at Greg. He briefly considered revealing himself to the man, but decided that was probably a bad idea. Once healed he’d make contact with Anthea and vanish without a trace. It was cruel, Mycroft knew that, but he couldn't allow Greg to get mixed up in all this.“It’s alright. You’ve got me now.” Greg smiles softly and pets the dragon gently. “Let’s move out to the couch, yeah? I’ll bring the nest.” He chuckles softly.Mycroft nodded and let Greg pick him up and move both him and the nest. He settled back onto the couch.“Comfortable?” Greg smiles and sits. “How’s the pain?”Mycroft could feel the dull throb of pain beginning to return. He didn't feel the immediate need for medicine though. He opened his mouth and pointed to it, hoping that Greg would understand.“After food then.” Greg nods.Mycroft nodded with a smile and squawked happily.Greg chuckles softly and smiles, petting him gently. “You’re a brave little thing. Not many like you do well out on their own in the wild.”Mycroft shook his head. He wanted to tell Greg that he didn't live in the wild, but a rather posh house in Paull Mall. He was finding it more difficult to resist the urge to do so. He snuggled closer to Greg.“I won’t keep you, ya know. You can come and go as you please. As soon as you are healed that is.” Greg pets the dragon gently, scratching his scales gently.Mycroft unconsciously let out a whine and crawled into Greg's lap. He was never going to be able forget this...the feeling of being cared for...possibly even loved.“You don’t have to get upset. You can stay as long as you’d like. I’m just saying that you can come and go as you please when your leg and wing have healed.” Greg holds him carefully.Mycroft licked Greg's cheek and clutched him close with his claws. He closed his eyes against this new feeling.“Just relax. I’ve got you.” Greg cradles the dragon close.Mycroft pulled away after a moment. He looked at Greg and decided to speak. "We need to talk." He said quietly.
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Greg blinks down at the dragon, surprised. “Okay..” He nods, as the shock wears off he can’t help but think that voice is familiar."First I'd like to thank you for saving my life and helping me heal. Second...I'm Mycroft Holmes." He said quietly.“Holmes? Sherlock’s brother?” Greg raises a brow.Mycroft nodded. "We've only met once or twice, most of our communication has been by phone."“Right.” Greg nods, still holding him close."I'm not usually this...cuddly...in my human form. You're probably wondering what I was doing outside in the rain...all wounded...I...someone tried to kill me, and shifting into this form was my only means of escape. They crushed my leg and shot me in the wing before I could get away...i flew as far as I could when the blood loss kicked in. That's when you found me." Mycroft explained. "I was hesitant to reveal myself to you...because I wasn't sure how you might react."“Well I’m glad I found you.” Greg says softly."As am I. You've been...very kind, which isn't something I'm on the receiving end of very often." Mycroft replied quietly.Greg frowns a bit. “Well my offer still stands. If you need somewhere to decompress my door is always open.” He nods. “I hope I didn’t make your feel patronized.”Mycroft looked at Greg. "No. I've felt nothing but safe and cared for during my time with you. And I thank you for that, truly." He said softly.“Good. That’s good.” Greg nods. “Would you like to call anyone? I’m sure they must be worried about you.”Mycroft nodded. "My assistant, Anthea. I'll give you then number to text and what to tell her. It's likely that I'm safer if no one knows I'm here." He replied.“Okay.” Greg nods and pulls out his phone.Mycroft told Greg the number to contact Anthea and what to tell her.Greg sends the message to Anthea."What did she say?" Mycroft asked softly.“She says she can come and collect you whenever you want.” Greg nods.Mycroft nodded. "...do you wish for me to go."“I want you to do whatever you want to do but I do enjoy your company.” Greg smiles softly."I'd like to stay...until my wounds are healed." Mycroft replied with a nod.“Good.” Greg smiles down at Mycroft on his chest."Thank you for everything." Mycroft replied quietly, burying his head in Greg's chest.“Of course, pet.” Greg says softly and pets him gently, unconsciously still using the pet name.Mycroft purred softly into Greg's chest. He liked when the man used the nickname, it made him feel...loved.Greg smiles softly and holds Mycroft. “Mm that is takeaway.” He hums as there’s a knock at the door.Mycroft nodded and climbs back down to the couch. He smiled at Greg as the man went to answer the door. His stomach growled when he smelled the food.Greg brings their food to the couch, dumping some out on plates for them. “Here ya go.” He smiles and sets Mycroft’s plate in front of him."Thank you." Mycroft replied with a smile. He tucked into the food hungrily.Greg smiles and eats as well, turning on the tv to play in the background.Mycroft watched the tv with mild interest as they ate. "What is your favorite thing to watch?"“Mm sometimes I like to get drunk and watch crap copper dramas and try to figure out the cases first.” Greg chuckles.Mycroft smiled. "I like nature documentaries."“Yeah?” Greg smiles softly and turns one on for him, not having been paying attention to what was on anyway."I find them calming..." Mycroft nodded with a smile. "Nature is...simple compared to humanity."Greg nods. “Not as many moral questions.”"Food, water, shelter, and reproduction. Simple instincts, which have been polluted by humanity." Mycroft sighed.“Evil evil humanity.” Greg chuckles.Mycroft shrugs. "Humanity covets for the wrong reasons....nature does it to survive. Not all humans are evil, but not all of them are good either." He said quietly.“That’s very philosophical.” Greg smile softly."I studied psychology in university, alongside my other subjects. I found it was very helpful for my work later." Mycroft replied.Greg nods, liking to hear about Mycroft’s life. Mycroft sat quietly throughout the rest of the documentary, finishing the food Greg had given him.“You still hungry?” Greg asks, picking up one of the takeaway containers.Mycroft nodded. "I need the extra food to heal faster. If you don't mind." He licked his lips as he looked at the container in Greg's hand.“Of course.” Greg smiles and scoops more into the plate."Thank you." Mycroft says before diving into the food. When he'd finished, Mycroft looked up at Greg with a soft smile.“Good job. I’m impressed.” Greg smiles, relaxing back into the couch."Dragons can easily eat four times as much as our human form. We have fast metabolisms, which is why we heal quicker in this form." Mycroft explained.“Wow.” Greg smiles and nods. “My education on magical creatures was very informal. My parents didn’t have the money for the extra class. So everything I know is self taught.”"Sometimes thats better than a formal education...they only teach the basics about the most common magical creatures in school. Learning on your own, I would bet you've run into many oddities over the years. And with basic first aid, you've done quite well. Though I am surprised NSY doesn't have classes on dealing with magical creatures." Mycroft replied.“They have a special unit. We’re just told to call the unit if we run into a stay or an aggressive one. I’ve never called the unit.” Greg shakes his head."That's imbecilic, and a waste of time. It would behoove NSY to train all officers on how to deal with creatures. Most of us are intelligent, and can understand basic communication. We only get aggressive when frightened or threatened." Mycroft huffed.“Yeah I know. Most of the time I coax them into the back of my car and drive them out of the city so they can relax and find their families again. Usually they only come into the city because they need food or help. The city is too loud for them and there’s too much energy.” Greg nods.Mycroft smiled. "I should make you an ambassador to the magical creature world." He said softly. "It seems to me that you're already highly regarded amongst many. Otherwise they wouldn't let you help them...they trust you."“That’s a nice offer but it’s fine. I like it how it is. I can help them directly and make sure they’re safe.” Greg smiles softly. “But umm.. There’s something you can help me with. There’s poachers. I’m sure of it. Most of our rare creatures are going missing and no one knows where they’re going. I’ve gone to the magical creatures ministry several times but they said if there was a poacher they’d know about it.” He sighs.Mycroft snorted. "They wouldn't know if it shot them in the-" He stopped, his eyes widening. "The poachers...do you have any leads?" He asked urgently. "We need to call Anthea, have her come here."“I followed the tire tracks to an abandoned cottage in the middle of the forest but no one was there. I think they move locations often so that one is still in rotation. If someone sits on it long enough they’ll come back for sure.” Greg nods and calls Anthea."I think your poachers and my would be assassins are one in the same..." Mycroft replied. "Tell her she needs to bring protection and whatever she's found on the men who attacked me."“Right.” Greg nods and explains the situation to Anthea. Anthea arrives no less than nine minutes and thirty seven seconds later with a gang of huge bodyguards all packing weapons. “Oh, Mycroft.” Anthea rushes to Mycroft on the couch immediately, leaving the bodyguards in the hall."I'm fine...Gregory has patched me up and been taking care of me...I believe there is a connection between the man who tried to kill me and his poacher case." Mycroft said softly.Anthea nods. “If Greg can lead the team out to where to cottage is I can look into who owns it and what other properties they maybe using.” She gently caresses his head. Mycroft nodded and looks at Greg. "Will you?" He asked softly. "This may be the only chance to catch them."“Of course.” Greg nods."Thank you." Mycroft nodded. He looks back at Anthea, "I'm coming with you."“Of course, Sir. Shall I call the doctor to look at you?” Anthea asks softly, gently scooping Mycroft up in his nesting.Mycroft shook his head. "No thank you. Gregory has everything I need. I'm healing quickly and should be able to shift in a day or two."“Okay.” Anthea nods, having been worried sick over Mycroft.“I’ll go get ready.” Greg goes to get dressed. “Would a bullet proof vest be too much?” He calls out. “Probably not.” Anthea calls back.Mycroft nuzzled Anthea's cheek. "I'm alright…he's taken good care of me." He said softly.“Good. I’ll make sure he’s rewarded handsomely.” Anthea smiles softly and gently cuddles Mycroft close."I'd like you to make him an honorary ambassador to the magical creature community." Mycroft replied quietly.“Of course. I’ll have it done immediately. Would you like a ceremony?” Anthea asks.Mycroft shook his head. "Nothing so formal." He smiled when Greg reentered the room.“Yes, Sir.” Anthea smiles and nods. “Ready?” Greg smiles, a bullet proof under is black leather jacket.Mycroft nodded. "Lets go." He smiled.Anthea carries Mycroft out and Greg follows. When they get into the car, Mycroft instructs his team to follow Greg's lead. Any protest were silenced with a look.Greg directs them to the abandoned cottage in the woods.When they arrived at the cottage, Mycroft felt a familiar stirring of dread go through him. "Something or someone is here..." He said quietly.“We’ll have the security sweep first.” Anthea nods.Mycroft nodded. "Tell them to keep their guard up...these people are dangerous."Anthea nods and hands Mycroft over to Greg before getting out of the car, going to the van with the security in it."I don't like this...I have a bad feeling..." Mycroft said quietly, unconsciously clinging to Greg.“It’ll be okay. Those guys are trained.” Greg holds him close, keeping him wrapped in the nesting."So were the assassins who came after me." Mycroft replied.Shouting and some gun fire is heard from in the cottage before everything goes deathly quiet.Mycroft looks up at Greg in fear. "Do you think they killed each other...or...Anthea!?!"“Easy. Easy. Give it a minute.” Greg says softly and frowns deeply. A few seconds later the door opens and Anthea comes out, waving them over.Mycroft breathed a sigh of relief. "Lets go." He said quietly to Greg.Greg nods and carries Mycroft to the cottage. “There was four hostiles inside. All neutralized.” Anthea nods, her coat ripped and her arm bleeding a bit.Mycroft nodded. "Are you hurt badly?" He asked softly, before turning back to Greg. "Are these the poachers?"“Just a graze.” Anthea nods.“Yeah. I’ve seen the in the woods a few times.” Greg frowns, seeing the men bound and gagged on the floor.Mycroft nodded with a small smile at Anthea."These are the scum who tried to kill me." Mycroft replied. "Take them back to HQ, and question them...they can't be the only one's involved."“Yes, Sir.” Anthea nods and orders the security to drag the men out, putting them in the boots of the cars."Gregory...will you give Anthea access to your case?" Mycroft asked softly. "I promise you'll be able to prosecute all of them when She's done."“Oh yeah sure. She can do whatever she likes.” Greg nods. “As long as these guys get put away for a long time.”Mycroft nods. "I'll make sure they do...we should leave...I don't like this place, it reeks of magical death." He said, hiding his face in Greg's chest.“We’ll go.” Greg nods and takes Mycroft back to the car. “Are you going to go to your house now?” He asks softly."Most likely...will-I will call on you when I am healed fully." Mycroft said softly.“Alright.” Greg nods. “My door is always open.”Mycroft paused. "...I'd ask you to come with me, but...I know you're busy."Greg shrugs. “I’m off tomorrow.”Mycroft nodded. "Bring your first aide kit." He said softly.“I umm.. I don’t know where you live.” Greg smiles softly."We can stop by your flat, before driving to mine...I can have a driver take you home tomorrow." Mycroft replied.“Alright. If you’re comfortable with that.” Greg smiles and nods."I am...you make me feel safe." Mycroft said quietly, glad Greg couldn't see him blush in this form.“I’m glad.” Greg smiles softly.An hour or so later, they arrived at Mycroft's flat. They were let in by security, which unbeknownst to Greg, had been beefed up since the dragon had gone MIA."Don't mind them, they won't harm you." Mycroft said softly.“Okie dokie.” Greg nods, carrying Mycroft gently."Upstairs, door on the left." Mycroft said softly. "I'm rather tired and would like to have some more pain medicine before sleeping." Mycroft replied.“Of course. A small snack maybe? You haven’t eaten in hours.” Greg suggests.Mycroft nodded and pointed to a door just past the living room. "Kitchens through there."“Great.” Greg nods and carries Mycroft to the kitchen. “Craving anything in particular?” He asks as he sets Mycroft and the nesting down on the counter as he looks around the kitchen."Maybe just some tea and a few biscuits?" Mycroft suggested, pointing the items out.“Sure.” Greg starts on make tea after he sets some biscuits on a plate for Mycroft.Mycroft picked up a biscuit and waited for the tea so he could dunk it. "You have free rein of the kitchen, if you need or want anything besides tea and biscuits."“I’ve never been in a kitchen this big.” Greg smiles and sets the tea down for Mycroft, always having liked cooking."It hardly sees any use." Mycroft replied, dunking his biscuit and taking a bite.“Maybe I can cook for you properly sometime.” Greg sips his tea. “All I’ve given you is left overs and takeaway.Mycroft smiled. "I like takeaway...Maybe you could cook breakfast?" He suggested.“I’d love to.” Greg smiles."Wonderful." Mycroft smiles, dunking another biscuit. "I look forward to seeing what you come up with."“Anything you don’t like or are allergic to?” Greg asks, eating a biscuit.Mycroft shook his head. "No allergies, and I'll eat most anything." He said softly.“Okay.” Greg smiles and nods.Mycroft drank a bit more of tea, before pushing the cup aside with a yawn. "Medicine and sleep?" Mycroft suggested.“Mmhmm. I’ll take you to your room and give you the medicine. Then you can sleep and I’ll sleep.. umm.. Where?” Greg asks.Mycroft looked at Greg in confusion before answering, "You can sleep in the guest room...or maybe...uh...cuddle with me? Unless that's weird now..." He said awkwardly.“No I don’t think so. I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Greg blushes a bit and smiles shyly. “Cuddle would be fine. It helps the healing.” He nods.Mycroft found Greg's reaction quite adorable. "Bed, then please." He said, reaching for the man.“Of course, pet.” Greg gently scoops Mycroft up in his nest and carries him to bed, not even noticing the pet name anymore.Mycroft smiled at Greg's reaction to his bedroom when he'd flipped on the lights. "I know...its a bit much..."“It’s quite.. Relaxing.” Greg nods, looking at the large plush bed."It is." Mycroft nods. "I like it because I can nest and be comfortable during my he-" He didn't finish. "Just put me down anywhere." He said quietly.“Okay.” Greg lays him up by the pillows still on his nesting. “I’ll get the medicine ready. Pill or shot?” He asks as he goes to his bag."Shot. I'll take the pills tomorrow...It'll take too long to get into my system if I take them tonight." Mycroft replied, checking to make sure he didn't leave a weapon or anything embarrassing in the bed previously. He looked under the pillows and didn't find a gun, or knife. Mycroft stealthily looked into the nightstands and found what he was looking for. When Greg returned to the bed, Mycroft made sure to be exactly where he was supposed to be.Greg brings out the shot and numbing cream. He puts everything away once he’s finished giving Mycroft his medicine. “I’ll just go change into my pajamas. I’m guessing that’s the loo?” He nods to a door."Yes. Feel free to make use of the shower or tub if you'd like." Mycroft replied softly.“Maybe I’ll shower in the morning.” Greg smiles and carries his pajamas into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.Mycroft nodded and settled down into the nest. After a moment, he remembered having left a rather brightly colored object in his shower from the morning before the attack. Mycroft's heart began to race as he both hoped and dreaded Greg found the item. He buried his head under the pillow in embarrassment.Greg comes out a few minutes later, changed and teeth brushed. He saw some bright colored thing in the shower thinking it was a weird shaped towel holder or something but he didn’t pay much attention, not wanting to leave Mycroft on his own for too long. “You okay?” He asks softly, waiting until Mycroft said it was only for him to get into bed."Yes." Mycroft mumbled from beneath the pillow. He peaked up at Greg. When he saw no signs of awkwardness or discomfort, Mycroft smiled up at Greg. "Cuddle?"“Sure.” Greg smiles softly and climbs into bed. “Oh this is nice.” He hums and lays down. “Oh yess very nice.” He groans softly as he relaxes, having the same mattress for years and it was still hard as a rock.Mycroft scoots a bit closer to Greg and affectionately licks the man's face, before nuzzling into his neck.Greg smiles softly and cuddles him carefully. “Okay?”Mycroft nods. "Yes...just tired." He said quietly.“Sleep. I’ve got you.” Greg pets his head soothingly.Mycroft purrs and curls his tail around Greg's wrist. "Thank you." He whispers, before drifting off to sleep.Greg smiles softly and gently scratches Mycroft’s scales until he eventually fell asleep himself.
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Mycroft wakes the next morning, feeling rested and in little pain. There's a steady pressure on his back, which he's pleased to find is Greg's hand. He smiles and watches the man sleep.Greg holds Mycroft protectively as he sleep.Mycroft purrs and nuzzles Greg.Greg cuddles him closer.Mycroft gives Greg a big wet lick on the cheek.“Mm..” Greg stirs.Mycroft licks Greg again.Greg peaks an eye open. “Morning.” He smile softly."Breakfast?" Mycroft suggested with a smile. “Sure.” Greg chuckles and rubs his hand over his face. “How about a proper fry up? Eggs, bacon, sausage. The works.”Mycroft nods enthusiastically. "Yes, please." He said with a grin.Greg smiles and scoops him up and carries him to the kitchen.Mycroft purrs happily in Greg's arms. "Should be able to take the bandages off and begin physical therapy today."“I’ll have a look after breakfast.” Greg smiles. “Should I set you on the counter or do you want to be on my shoulders?”"Counter is probably safer if you're going to be moving around quite a bit." Mycroft replied softly.Greg nods and sets out a pile of towels to nest on."I think I'd like to try a shower or bath today as well...I'm beginning to feel kind of gross." Mycroft replied. "Thank you." He smiled, getting comfortable.“Sponge bath maybe? You shouldn’t soak the wounds just yet.” Greg pets his head gently before going to get breakfast going.Mycroft nodded. "Just keep me warm and use hot water...It's easy for me to get cold in this form." He said softly. "I keep an extra space heater in the bathroom."“Of course.” Greg nods and makes tea, setting a cup in front of Mycroft."Thank you." Mycroft smiles and sips his tea. He watches Greg move about the kitchen, gathering ingredients and preparing them before cooking. Mycroft is fascinated by how happy Greg looks. "I think this is the most use this kitchen has seen since I moved in."“It’s a gorgeous kitchen.” Greg grins, feeling in the zone of cooking. He makes the poached eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and fruit bowls.Mycroft wriggles in anticipation when a plate is placed in front of him. "This looks and smells wonderful."“Thank you. Eat eat.” Greg smiles and sits, starting to eat.Mycroft nods and begins eating the small feast Greg had made him. When he was done, Mycroft looked at Greg. "Bath?"“Sure.” Greg smiles and scoops him up, carrying him to the bathroom. “How should we do this?”"My shower is rather large and has a controllable handheld sprayer." Mycroft replied.“Alright.” Greg nods. “Let’s see about these bandages and stitches. If you’re healed up enough I can take them out.”Mycroft nodded with a smile. "They should be...I heal quickly in this form."“That’s good.” Greg nods and sets Mycroft on the counter gently after turning on the space heater. He gently removes the bandages. “Well they look good. No infection or anything. I don’t even think they’ll scar.” He smiles.Mycroft nodded with a smile. "Good...do you think I'd be able to shower then?"“Yup. Let me take these out quick.” Greg goes to get his kit to take out the stitches.Mycroft nodded and held still as Greg removed the stitches.Greg gently removes the stitches. “Okay?” He asks once they’re all out.Mycroft nodded."Yes, thank you." He said quietly. He stretched out his wing and leg. He winced a but as the unused muscles moved.“Slow slow. No use in pulling something straight away.” Greg says softly."Warm water will help." Mycroft replied. "Maybe a soak in the tub will help."“They’re more healed than I thought so a soak should be fine.” Greg nods and starts the bath. “Want me to add salts? It’ll help with the stiffness.”Mycroft nodded. "I may have some under the sink..." He offered.“Okay.” Greg nods and looks under the sink. He finds some bath salts and sprinkles them into the bath. He turns around and notices the colorful thing in the shower again, looking at it for a minute.Mycroft follows Greg's gaze, his eyes widening in realization. Mycroft immediately hides his face under his wing in embarrassment.“Mine isn’t as nice as that one. Just a plain blue.” Greg says simply, dissolving the salts in the bath water.Mycroft made a noise of surprise and looked at Greg. He knew that had he been in human form, his face would've been bright red.“What? You think you’re the only one that likes a nice ride once in a while?” Greg chuckles."I...I'm not used to people being so blunt about their sex lives with me...nor does anyone know such information about me." Mycroft replied quietly.“I just didn’t want you to feel embarrassed about me seeing it.” Greg shrugs and goes to pick him up. “Ready for your bath?”Mycroft nodded. "Yes, thank you." He said a little embarrassed.Greg gently picks him up and sets him in the bath, only half full.Mycroft hums happily. "That feels good." He smiled.“Good.” Greg smiles softly and kneels on the outside of the bath, gently running water over him with his hand."You can use the loofa to scrub me...or a wash cloth." Mycroft said softly.Greg gets the loofa and pours some soap onto it. He gently scrub Mycroft, being gentle with him.Mycroft purred softly as Greg scrubbed him. He closed his eyes in pleasure and sank lower into the water.Greg smiles softly, carefully cleaning him. “Good wing out please.” He asks softly.Mycroft obeys and unfolds his injured wing for Greg. He hums contentedly as the man washes his wing.Greg gently washes him, running his hands over the delicate flesh of his wing."That feels wonderful." Mycroft said softly, and spread his other wing.“Good.” Greg smiles softly and carefully washes his other wing.Mycroft's purr turned into a moan of pleasure. He froze, embarrassed.“It’s alright. Just relax.” Greg says softly, massaging his wing gently so the stiffness isn’t so bad.Mycroft nodded and settled down again. He didn't hold back any sounds as Greg continued to wash him.“That’s a good, pet. Just let go and relax.” Greg smiles softly, massaging him gently.Mycroft wasn't surprised when his body reacted, he hadn't been touched in anyway in a very long time. He only hoped that Greg didn't get offended.“Okay?” Greg asks softly, making sure he wasn’t making Mycroft uncomfortable."Please...just ignore my...reaction....I'm a bit touch sensitive..." Mycroft said quietly.“Okay.” Greg nods and finishes washing him. He gently rinses him off.Mycroft calmed and purred happily. He smiled at Greg as the man lifted him out of the tub and dried him off.“How do you feel?” Greg smiles softly as he dries him gently."Better. Thank you." Mycroft smiled.“Good.” Greg smiles. “What do you want to do now?”"We could watch some TV or go for a walk in the back yard." Mycroft suggested.“Whatever you want.” Greg nods."I think I'd like to go for a walk." Mycroft replied.“Okay.” Greg smiles. “Would you like me to carry you or do you feel strong enough to be mobile yourself?”"If you could just carry me outside, I believe I'll be alright to walk around for a bit." Mycroft replied softly.“Sounds good.” Greg smiles and scoops Mycroft up, carrying him outside.When they were outside, Mycroft gently hopped down onto the grass. He wiggled his toes, smiling at the sensation. Mycroft enjoyed being outside in this form more than as a human. He felt more connected to nature as a dragon.“Better?” Greg smiles.Mycroft nods. "Much." He said putting his wings out and basking in the brief moment of sunshine. "Feels good..."“Good.” Greg smiles and walks around the yard. “This is a nice place.”Mycroft nodded. "It is. I enjoy having a garden to walk in. Its very soothing."“You umm.. Live by yourself?” Greg asks, wondering if Mycroft has a girlfriend. Or boyfriend. Or anyone romantically.Mycroft looked up at Greg. "Yes...Sherlock and I attempted being roomies when he first moved to London, but it didn't work out. I honestly don't know how I did it." He smiled softly.“I don’t either. Do you think he’ll find someone?” Greg chuckles, happy for them.“Perhaps." Mycroft hums affectionately. "I've never found someone who could or would put up with my unpredictable work schedule."“Ah I see.” Greg nods. “My ex didn’t care. Apparently I wasn’t the one she was waiting up for most nights.”"Oh...I'm sorry. Thats horrible....you deserve much better than someone like that." Mycroft replied softly.“It’s alright. I’m just glad we never ended up having kids together. That would have been a mess.” Greg sighs. “It’s better now. I’ve got my job and helping out creatures. I like it. I’m happy.” He smiles down at Mycroft.Mycroft nodded. "Thats good...I mean that you're happy...that's good."“Are you? Happy?” Greg asks.Mycroft looked away. "I am content." He said quietly.Greg just nods, knowing that’s not the same thing.Mycroft wandered over to the small koi pond. He sat on the edge and watched the fish as they swam, his tail flicking lazily behind him.Greg sits on a bench, watching Mycroft."I find watching them soothing." Mycroft reached into a box next to the pond, before throwing food into the water. "Sherlock gifted them to me...I kept one small fish that never grew, in a large tank behind my desk."“The runt of the litter.” Greg smiles softly, wondering if the fish get freaked out being fed by a dragon."Indeed." Mycroft nodded as the fish came to the surface. "Don't worry, they're used to me feeding them in both forms. They can sense we mean them no harm." He said, putting a paw in the water and letting the fish clean the food remnants off.“That’s pretty cool.” Greg smiles, watching the fish clean off his paw.Mycroft smiled at Greg. "They are..." He removed his paw from the water. "We should go back inside, I'm beginning to feel chilly."“Inside then.” Greg smiles and stands. “Want me to carry you?”Mycroft nodded. "I can show you my goldfish."“Okay.” Greg smiles and scoops him up, carrying him.Mycroft purrs softly and smiles at Greg. "I'll let you feed him, if you like. Though he's a little shy."Greg pets Mycroft, gently scratching his scales. “I’ll try.” He chuckles softly.Mycroft kneaded Greg's chest with his paws as he was carried inside. Mycroft gave directions to his office. The large tank bubbled softly in the dark and quiet of the room. The small goldfish glowed under the blacklight of the tank.Greg smiles softly as Mycroft kneads at him. “Oh wow.” He says softly as he sees the tank."You can feed him with that little can next to the tank." Mycroft said softly.Greg nods and follows Mycroft’s directions, smiling as he fed the fish.The fish popped up and ate what Greg had poured into the water."He likes you." Mycroft smiled softly. "If you dip your hand in the water, he'll swim through it...kind of like he's petting himself with your hand."“Okay.” Greg smiles and puts his hand in the water.The fish swam up to Greg's hand, around it, and finally through it."See." Mycroft chuckled. "He's a good judge of character."“He’s quite talented.” Greg chuckles and smiles."He is...roll your finger in a circle...he'll play dead." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles and does it, laughing as it plays dead. “I can’t believe it. A fish that plays tricks.”"He is. I like having fish because they're easier to take care of then a cat or dog." Mycroft replied with a yawn.Greg wipes his hand on his trouser leg. “Nap? This was a lot of activity for someone still healing.”Mycroft nodded. "Should eat a little something before a nap though."“Okay.” Greg nods and takes him to the kitchen."Just a little something. Doesn't have to be anything big. Maybe some fruit? I think there's some strawberries."“Sure.” Greg smiles and sets Mycroft not he counter so he can wash some strawberries.Mycroft watched Greg washing strawberries. "Thank you." He said softly as the man set a plate of the fruit in front of him.“My pleasure.” Greg smiles, eating a strawberry.Mycroft ate everything on the plate. "I think I'm ready for a nap now." Mycroft smiled tiredly.Greg smile softly and nods, taking him to bed.Mycroft climbed into the nest. He smiled sleepily at Greg and curled up in the nest.Greg smiles softly, deciding to rest as well.A few hours later Mycroft woke up, a warm body pressed against his back. His eyes snapped open and Mycroft realized he'd transformed back into his human form. He scrambled away from Greg and fell off the other side onto the floor. He peaked over the edge of the mattress.Greg wakes as he hears a thud. “Myc?” He frowns, seeing Mycroft on the floor. “You umm.. You okay?”Mycroft pulled a blanket from the bed and covered himself, his cheeks red with embarrassment. "I'm fine..." He said awkwardly.“I’m guessing you didn’t mean to shift.” Greg smiles softly.Mycroft shook his head. "I must have healed fully and...been comfortable enough with my surroundings, to shift." He said quietly, looking away from Greg.“Well that’s a good thing right? That you’re healed.” Greg smiles.Mycroft nodded, holding the blanket close so Greg wouldn't see his naked body.“Maybe I should umm.. head home then if you’re healed.” Greg smile a bit.Mycroft bit his lip and nodded nervously. "Thank you for your help. I do appreciate everything you've done."“Of course.” Greg gets up and collects his things. “Call me if you need anything. Maybe we can catch a game at the pub some time.” He smiles and with that he left.Mycroft sighed, hugging the blanket tightly around himself. He'd been so embarrassed, not only to have woken up naked in human form, but aroused. Greg was his friend, how could he...Mycroft stopped and realized why. He was touch starved, lonely, and Greg was the nicest person Mycroft had spent a great deal of time with in decades.
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Greg got on with his life, staying at his own flat and going back to work. A few days after he left Mycroft’s house he texted him.‘Thinking of going to the pub, fancy a drink?-GL’Mycroft looked at the text, from where he lay in bed, incoherent and covered in sweat. He pressed call instead of texting back. When the man answered Mycroft began babbling."Gregory...please...I- I'm in heat...I can't...please don't make me go through this alone. I can't do this alone anymore...I need you...want you...need you to-" Mycroft moaned into the phone.“Okay. Okay. I’m coming.” Greg frowns and goes to Mycroft’s house, letting himself in. “Mycroft?” He calls out, going to Mycroft’s room.Mycroft moaned loudly at the sound of Greg's voice. He lay on his bed, wriggling, trying to get friction.“Mycroft?” Greg says softly and goes to the bed."I'm in heat...need you...fuck me..." Mycroft panted, reaching for Greg.“Easy. Easy, pet.” Greg holds him, gently wiping the sweat from his brow.Mycroft grasped the front of Greg's shirt and pulled him closer. "Please...I need you...I'll let you take me any way you like."“Are you sure?” Greg frowns. “You have toys right? I can fuck you with them.” Not wanting to do something Mycroft will regret.Mycroft nodded. "I'm sure...They're under my bed in a box. You...can fuck me with any of them."Greg nods and gets the box out, dumping out the toys.Mycroft licked his lips and turned onto his front, presenting his arse to Greg. "Pick one....and fuck me open...for your cock."Greg nods and picks a small dildo, deciding to work his way up. “Your arse is slick already.”Mycroft nodded. "Self- lubricating...when in heat." He panted, wiggling his arse.“Ah.” Greg nods and slowly teases his hole with the small dildo."Yes...oh, god...please...fuck me." Mycroft moaned, rocking back onto the dildo.Greg kisses his back and slowly fucks him with the dildo.Mycroft arches into the kiss. "So good...you're cock would be better..." He whimpered.Greg bites his lip. “If you want my cock I’ll give it to you.”"Please." Mycroft nodded, turning his head to look at Greg. "You're very handsome...and I want you...no one else..." He panted.“I’ll keep working you open and then I’ll let you have my cock.” Greg kisses his back. He checks his pockets with his free hand, searching for a condom. “Do you have condoms?” He asks, knowing he was clean but not wanting Mycroft to worry.Mycroft nodded. "There was a strip of them in the box....unf...Don't know...if expired." He moaned.“Mycroft.. They expired in the 90’s.” Greg says softly, rocking the dildo."Sorry...haven't had a partner...in decades..." Mycroft breathed. "I trust you...I've seen your records..."“Of course you have.” Greg chuckles softly. “Alright. Maybe I’ll finger you open the rest of the way?”Mycroft nodded. "Please...your fingers are wonderful...always make me feel good."Greg nods and pulls some lube out of the box. He lubes his fingers as he eases the dildo out of Mycroft.Mycroft lets out a disappointed noise, before moaning when Greg began fingering him.“You’re opening so nicely.” Greg licks his lips, soon rocking three fingers in and out of Mycroft.Mycroft cried out and shuddered. "Don't stop...need you...fuck me." He whimpered.“I know. Just a bit more.” Greg kisses along his lower back, wanting to make sure he doesn’t hurt Mycroft."I'm ready. Please fuck me!" Mycroft pleaded.Greg takes his fingers out and slicks his cock, pushing into Mycroft.Mycroft moaned, gripping the sheets. "You're so big...feels amazing..." He pressed back against Greg.“You feel so good.” Greg groans, slowly rocking in and out of Mycroft."Harder...please..." Mycroft moaned, reaching a hand down to fist his aching cock.Greg holds Mycroft’s hips and starts to fuck him properly."Yes...just like that...much better than any toy." Mycroft babbles.“I’ll help you through this. Whatever you need. I’ve got you.” Greg strokes Mycroft’s cock in time with his thrusts."Fu-ck...Gregory!" Mycroft cried out, before shuddering and cuming.Greg groans and comes hard into him.Mycroft makes a noise of pleasure at the sensation of Greg's cum filling him. He collapsed onto his front.Greg pants and holds him close."Thank you, Gregory." Mycroft said quietly. "...my heat...it will last several days...with lulls in between...for food and sleep..."“I’ll be here. As long as you want me to.” Greg says softly, not really knowing much of anything about heats.Mycroft nodded. "You'll be exhausted by the end."“But you’ll feel better.” Greg cuddles him."For now." Mycroft replied softly. "I'll be gagging for it again soon."“I’ll take care of you.” Greg says softly. “Are you sure you want my cock though? Is it enough for you? I’m not really sure what you need for a heat.”Mycroft gently rolled out from under Greg, before pulling him close. "I do want you...and your cock is more than enough for me. All you need to do is keep fucking me the way you just did."“Alright.” Greg smiles softly, running his fingers through Mycroft’s hair.Mycroft desperately wanted to kiss Greg, but held back because he knew it would be crossing a line. He couldn't bring emotions into this when he wasn't sure if Greg even liked him, or if he was just going with things because Mycroft was a willing and easy lay.“Is there anything I can do for you right now? Are you hungry? Would you like to get cleaned up a bit?” Greg asks, holding him just as protective and gently as when he found him injured under the tree that first night."Maybe you could make some food, while I clean up a bit?" Mycroft suggested.“Sure. Anything you want in particular?” Greg smiles softly."Something light on the stomach." Mycroft replied quietly.“Tea and toast?” Greg suggests.Mycroft nodded. "Toast with strawberry jam."“Coming right up.” Greg smiles softly and gets up, pulling on his pants before going to the kitchen.Mycroft rolled onto his side before getting up and going i to the bathroom. He cleaned up with a washcloth and warm water.Greg comes back a few minutes later carrying a tray.Mycroft sat on the edge of the bed, a fluffy bathrobe wrapped around him. He looked up when Greg entered the room. "Thank you." He said quietly.“Of course.” Greg sets the tray down and sits on the other side. He made tea and toast as well as cut some strawberries to look like roses.Mycroft felt a pull of something in his chest at the sight of the strawberries. He blushed and looked away, as he grabbed a bit of toast and some tea.“I could have done a bird in the strawberry as well but the toast popped up before then.” Greg hums, not wanting to make Mycroft feel uncomfortable. He didn’t want to freak Mycroft out. He didn’t know if this was a one time thing or if they were friends with benefits or if they could be more. He didn’t want to push Mycroft especially when he was compromised."Thank you...they look lovely...you're very creative." Mycroft replied, eating a few strawberries. He was beginning to have feelings for the man, but knew he really shouldn't. Mycroft's one and only relationship right after university proved that. It had been a disaster. His partner was just using him, because they liked the intense sex when Mycroft was in heat. He didn't know if Greg was the same, most signs pointed to the opposite...but things had started off nice before too. No, Mycroft would not make the same mistake twice. He'd allow Greg to see him through his heat and that was it.“Not really. My Nan taught me.” Greg chuckles softly."That's nice...having someone who cares enough to teach you something wonderful." Mycroft replied softly.“She was wonderful. She raised me and my sister.” Greg nods."You're very lucky." Mycroft said quietly. He continued to eat and drink his tea, before the cramping of his heat started again.“You okay?” Greg asks softly.Mycroft nodded. "Cramps...my heat is flaring up again." He said dropping the tea cup and doubling over in pain.Greg frowns and puts the cup on the tray. “What can I do? Is there any medicine you can take?”Mycroft shakes his head. "A toy or your cock...its the only thing...that will help..." He said through clenched teeth.“Which do you want?” Greg asks, wanting to hold Mycroft and comfort him but keeps his distance."You...please...you, just for whatever time we have." Mycroft replied.“How do you want to be? On your back or hands and knees?” Greg asks, stripping off his pants.Mycroft hesitated, for as much as he wanted to see Greg's face, it was a bad idea. "From behind, please." He said, removing his robe and getting into position.Greg nods, knowing now he was just an aid for Mycroft. He was fine with that, it stung a bit but he’d do anything to help Mycroft. He kneels behind Mycroft and gently fingers him open again.Mycroft whines desperately. "Please...just...I need you."Greg nods and slicks his cock with Mycroft’s lubricant. He holds his hips and slowly pushes into him.Mycroft bit his lip, moving back against Greg. "Harder...please...."Greg holds his hips tighter and speeds up, fucking him hard and deep."Yes...like that..." Mycroft moaned, letting Greg take control.Greg nods and pounds Mycroft, fucking him as hard and deep as he can."Gregory! Oh, fuck..." Mycroft moaned. "Touch me...please."Greg holds him close and strokes him in time with his thrusts."Good...so, good lov-Gregory!" Mycroft moaned loudly.“Come for me, pet. Be a good boy and come. I’ll fill you up.” Greg promises."I'm going to-" Mycroft called out as he came over Greg's hand and the sheets. His internal muscles squeezing Greg's cock tightly.Greg groans as he comes into Mycroft, holding him close.Mycroft smiles softly. "Has anyone told you, that you're an amazing lover?" He asked softly.Greg chuckles softly and lays them down on their sides, gently cuddling Mycroft. “Not really no. There’s usually just a lot of moaning and orgasms.” He smiles softly. “Would it be better for you if I stayed inside you or pulled out?”"Inside, please...it helps." Mycroft said quietly.Greg nods and holds Mycroft close. “Is there anything else I can do to help right now?” He asks softly."No. Just keep doing what you're doing." Mycroft replied, entangling their hands over his stomach.“Okay.” Greg nods and presses gentle kisses over Mycroft shoulder.Mycroft purred softly. He'd decided to take advantage of this situation while he could, knowing that Greg wouldn't likely want anything to do with him when this was over.Greg smiles softly, encouraged by Mycroft’s purring his kisses to his neck.Mycroft tilted his head to give Greg more access, continuing to purr.Greg kisses and sucks gently at Mycroft’s neck, cuddling him closer.Mycroft moans, closing his eyes. "Will you touch me?"“I’ll do whatever you want me to. All you have to do is tell me.” Greg says softly, kissing behind his ear."Touch me all over...make me cum...just like this." Mycroft replied quietly.Greg runs his hands over Mycroft’s body and kisses any skin her can reach. He gently wraps his hand around Mycroft’s cock and strokes him gently."Your hand feels lovely..." Mycroft whimpered, reaching back to hold Greg's hip.“Take what you need, pet. I’m here for you. Whatever you need.” Greg strokes him and rocks into him slowly."Give me a toy...I want you to stay inside me, and fuck me with a toy...at the same time." Mycroft moaned.Greg nods and hands Mycroft a toy from the box. His hips rock, rubbing a little bundle of nerves in Mycroft."Yes that'll work...Fuck Gregory...yes. put it in me, please." Mycroft panted.Greg nods and pushes the toy inside Mycroft along side his own cock.Mycroft cums over Greg's hand, but maintains his erection. "Fuck...just like that." He moans wantonly.“Good boy. That’s it, pet. Just feel. I’ll take care of you.” Greg thrusts into him with the toy and his cock."Gregory! So good....fuck..." Mycroft panted, keeping himself from slipping again and calling the man 'love'.“Perfect. You’re so perfect.” Greg kisses his neck."So are you...I've never had a heat like this..." Mycroft moaned.“You’ve got me now. Whatever you need.” Greg nods, thrusting harder knowing Mycroft likes it."You! I need you!" Mycroft pleaded as Greg began to fuck him again.Greg holds him close and starts to fuck him like he likes. “My Good boy. Gorgeous, pet.”"I'm close..." Mycroft moaned.“Come, baby. Come for me.” Greg thrusts.Mycroft cries out, spilling over Greg's hand once more.“Gorgeous, pet. Perfect.” Greg slows his thrusts to gentle rocking. He brings his hand to his mouth and licks it clean. “Mm I should fuck you with some toys and suck you off.”Mycroft whimpered and nodded enthusiastically. "Please...I'd like that..."Greg pulls his cock out and pushes another toy into him.Mycroft whimpered, clenching down on the toys. He watched Greg closely as the man maneuvered him onto his back.“Okay?” Greg asks softly, rocking the toys gently.Mycroft nodded mutely. He spread his thighs as wide as possible for Greg.Greg leans in and kisses his cock gently.Mycroft dropped his head back. It took everything he had not to grab Greg's head.“Touch me. I’m here to pleasure you. I’m here for you. Touch me, darling.” Greg says softly and takes Mycroft’s member into his mouth slowly.Mycroft moaned loudly and placed one hand on Greg's neck and the other on his shoulder. "Gregory..."Greg bobs his head slowly as he works the toys inside Mycroft.Mycroft's thighs tremble. "Gre-ggory!"Greg works the toys faster and swallows around his clock."Fuck...Greg...so good." Mycroft moaned, gripping Greg's hair.Greg smirks and takes Mycroft down his throat.Mycroft shifted his hips upwards into Greg's mouth. "Ive...no one's ever...Fuck..."Greg slowly pulls off his cock. “I’ll lay back against the bed and you can fuck my mouth as I fuck you with the toys. Yeah?”Mycroft nodded excitedly. "I'd like that."Greg smiles and lays back, helping Mycroft straddle his face. “Okay?”Mycroft nodded, taking hold of his cock and pressing it gently against Greg's lips, circling his mouth. "Thank you...for this treat..."“Anything for you.” Greg kisses the tip of Mycroft’s cock before opening his mouth for him.Mycroft rocked his hips forward, pressing his cock into Greg's mouth.Greg looks up at him as he closes his lips around Mycroft’s cock.Mycroft doesn't break eye contact as he lightly thrusts into Greg's mouth.Greg moans around him and starts to thrusts the toys.Mycroft takes this as a sign to start using Greg's mouth for his pleasure.Greg bobs his head and starts to speed up the thrusts if the toys.Mycroft rocks into Greg's mouth. "This...is...wonderful..." He pants.Greg moans around him, the vibrations going right to Mycroft’s cock.Mycroft places a hand on Greg's cheek. "Soooo good...Gregory...I'm close."Greg relaxes his throat for Mycroft and thrusts the toys faster, aiming for Mycroft’s prostate.Mycroft thrust deep and cried out his release.Greg swallows around him, taking his load.Mycroft thrusts lightly as he cums, before collapsing off of Greg. "So much...better than...just toys..." He mumbled tiredly. "Need sleep..."Greg cuddles Mycroft close and kisses his head gently. “I’ve got you. Rest..” he says softly, holding Mycroft as he falls asleep.Greg stays with Mycroft and helps him through his heat. When it’s over Greg goes back to work and things go back to normal. He knew Mycroft just needed help through the heat but he couldn’t help being disappointed that they weren’t more than that.Several weeks after his heat, mostly spent at work and avoiding Greg, Mycroft began to feel ill. Mycroft made an appointment to see the doctor when he began to get sick and feel chilly.After work, Mycroft sat in the exam room, impatiently waiting for the doctor to return.“Evening, Mr. Holmes. What seems to be the problem?” The doctor comes in, reading his chart."I'm having lots of nausea and vomiting throughout the day...and really bad chills. I've been having to soak in the tub , in really hot water and use a heating blanket at night to keep warm...and I keep my office at almost 90 degrees, which is beginning to irritate my assistant. She seems to think something is wrong with me." Mycroft answered.“Well the flu is going around so the nausea and vomiting could be from that. And the chills as well.” The doctor nods and listens to his lungs. “When was your last heat?”"About six weeks, which is normal, I have them every other month just about." Mycroft replied.“Good. And no sexual partner right?” The doctor asks, writing in the chart."Actually...." Mycroft blushed. "I did share my heat with someone..." He answered awkwardly.“That’s alright.” The doctor smiles softly. “Did you use contraceptives? A condom?”Mycroft shakes his head ashamed that he didn't make Greg go out and get condoms before they had sex. "No..."“Okay. That’s okay.” The doctor squeezes his knee softly. “I think our first step is to do a pregnancy test and we’ll go from there. Did you share your heat with someone who can shift or just human? Because it’s very rare for a human to be able to..” The doctor thinks. “Human sperm has a hard time surviving an internal temperature like yours because it’s to hot for it to survive. So if your partner was human the chances are low. So I’ll get the nurse to come in and draw some blood on you as well as get a urine sample and then we’ll go from there. Okay?” The doctor smiles softly.Mycroft bites his lip and nods before answering quietly. "He was human..."“Alright. We’ll get the tests going and see what they say. If they’re negative I think you just have a case of the flu. If they’re positive we can talk about where to go from there.” The doctor smiles softly. “I’ll be back when the results come in. Shouldn’t be more than thirty minutes after the nurse gets the samples. Would you like to call him?”Mycroft shook his head. "No...it was just a convenient one off thing...he won't care."“Alright.” The doctor nods and goes, sending the nurse in. After all the samples were taken and Mycroft pees in a cup the doctor comes back in. “Well..” The doctor sits. “The tests came back positive. You’re pregnant.” The doctor says softly, letting Mycroft process. “What would you like to do?”Mycroft goes numb. "...I-I don't know..." He says quietly. "I never thought- this can't be happening..."“Mycroft, it’s going to be okay. Just breathe.” The doctor says softly, pulling a paper bag out from the drawer just in case.Mycroft nodded, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths. "I'm alright...I think I should go home now..." He said quietly.“Okay. Think about what you want to do and give us a call. If you decide not to move forward with the pregnancy we’ll make you an appointment. If you do I’ll write you a perception for vitamins to be sent to your pharmacy.” The doctor nods and helps Mycroft up."I'll take the prescriptions now." Mycroft said quietly. He stood with the doctors help and got redressed, before going out to the waiting car.“You alright, Sir?” Anthea asks as she looks at him after the car pulls away.Mycroft nodded, not looking at her. "I need you to keep my schedule light on meetings for the next several months. I'll be working from home. Anything less than an 8, can be dealt with at a later time or via phone."Anthea frowns but nods. “Are you sick, Sir?” She asks softly, hoping noting was seriously wrong.Mycroft shook his head, looking out the window. A tear slipped down his cheek. "I'm...I'm pregnant..." He whispered.“Oh Sir.” Anthea goes to him and holds him close.Mycroft leans against her and begins to sob. "...This wasn't supposed to happen...hes human...he doesn't want me..."“It’s okay. I promise. It’ll be okay.” Anthea holds him close. “You’ve got me. You always got me. I’m here.” She rubs his back. “Do you want me to talk to him? Do you want him to know? Are you going to keep the hatchling?”"I don't know...no, please don't tell him. I couldn't deal with him right now." Mycroft said quietly.“Okay.” Anthea nods and holds him. “Is there anything I can do?”"Don't tell anyone...at least not until I decide what to do." Mycroft paused. "Would you mind making me a pot of tea when we get back to my flat...maybe stay with me for a while?" He asked quietly.“Of course.” Anthea nods. “Are you hungry? Maybe something light to eat?”Mycroft nodded. "Something light...I'm still have trouble with nausea."“I’ll make you ginger tea. It helped with my nausea.” Anthea nods, never having told Mycroft she was a hatchling surrogate."That would be wonderful...thank you Thea." Mycroft replied softly, pulling back and wiping his face.“Of course.” Anthea nods and hands him a soft hankie."Thank you." Mycroft said, taking the hankie and cleaning off his face.The car stopped outside his flat and the two got out and went inside. Mycroft sat at the kitchen table as Anthea made tea.Anthea brings the tea and some cut up fruits. “How are you feeling right now?” She asks softly, sitting with him at the table."Shocked...humans aren't supposed to be able to get a dragon pregnant. But I am...and I don't know what to do. I always know what to do...I don't like feeling this way." Mycroft replied, taking a sip of his tea.Anthea nods and stirs her tea gently. “I’ve certainly never heard of a human getting a dragon pregnant unless it was by implanting an already fertilized egg.”Mycroft nodded. "...do you that he's not human?" He asked quietly.Anthea frowns. “I’ll look into it but I don’t know how he could go his whole life without knowing. Or maybe..” She frowns deeply, not wanting to say that maybe he knew and he didn’t care what happened to Mycroft.Mycroft knew what Anthea had left unsaid. He sighed and ate a bit of the fruit, sipping his tea quietly.“I’ll look into him.” Anthea nods. “I know we did a preliminary investigation to see if he was a threat to Sherlock. I’ll dig deeper.” She sips her tea.Mycroft nodded. "Much appreciated." He said quietly. "I think I'd like to lay down...will you sit with me?"“Of course. If you need a cuddle I’m here.” Anthea smiles softly.Mycroft nodded, standing and shifting into small dragon form. He moved to sit on the sofa and looked at Anthea with a sad face.“Come here you.” Anthea sits and pats her lap before pulling the heated blanket over.Mycroft settled in her lap and got comfortable. "Thank you...feel free to watch something if you like."“Sure.” Anthea nods and gently pets him, gently scratching his scales with her nails.Mycroft closed his eyes and just let himself drift off. He didn't want to feel anything emotionally for a long while.Anthea gently massages him, pulling out her phone and getting more data on Greg.Mycroft woke a few hours later, alone on the sofa...Anthea on the phone in the other room...arguing with someone. He pulled the heated blanket tightly around himself and attempted to ignore the sound.“I don’t care if the queen herself sealed those records! I want them now!” Anthea shouts and hangs up, going back to the couch.Mycroft poked his snout out from under the blanket and snorted, releasing a puff of steam into the air.“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Anthea frowns."Its fine." Mycroft replied quietly. "I think I may try eating something."“Okay. What would you like? I can make you something or I can order takeaway. Whatever you’d like.” Anthea smiles a bit, glad Mycroft thought he could eat."Takeout." Mycroft replied quietly. "I don't care what, as long as its not spicy."Anthea nods and orders through her phone."Who were you arguing with?" Mycroft asked quietly.“One of the worker monkeys. I keep having problems with one because he’s sexist and doesn’t take me seriously so he doesn’t do any of the assignments I give him.” Anthea sighs. “I have a report together on Greg if you’d like to hear it.”Mycroft peaked his head out the rest of the way. "...yes." He nodded.Anthea pulls the report up on her phone and reads it to him. “All in all he’s completely normal. Totally human. There’s no shifters in his ancestry.”"Impossible!" Mycroft huffed. "There's never once been a case of a dragon getting pregnant by a human...the other way around maybe!" He hissed, flicking his tail and retreating under the blanket. Mycroft sobbed quietly.“There’s one sealed file. Apparently Greg was adopted. So his ancestors aren’t his. They’re his adoptive parents. His adoption information is sealed. I’m working on getting it opened. But all of his blood tests and everything says he’s human.” Anthea frowns and sits with him."What do I have to do to get them unsealed? Who do I have to roast?" Mycroft asked, his voice muffled by the blanket.“The file should be here before the food arrives. If not I’m going to go into the office and burn some peoples arses.” Anthea says softly. “It’ll be okay. I promise.”Mycroft crawled back over to her, resting his head in her lap. "Thank you...I don't know what I'd do without you, Thea." He said quietly, feeling very vulnerable at the moment.“The feeling is mutual. I’m never going anywhere.” Anthea gently pets him.After a few moments Mycroft spoke again, "Why did I let him do this to me?"“You didn’t know. It’s never happened before. He probably doesn’t know either. You were in heat and you needed help. Now that’s resulted in an accidental pregnancy.” Anthea continues to pet him gently. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”Mycroft shook his head. "Whatever you do...don't let my brother find out...at least not until I'm ready." He said quietly.“I won’t say anything and if he asks to see you I’ll tell him you’re out of the country on business.” Anthea nods. “Have you decided what you’re going to do?”Mycroft looked up at Anthea. "I want to keep it..." He said quietly.“Okay.” Anthea nods, she was going to be on board with whatever he chose. “I guess we’re having a hatchling then.” She smiles softly."We have a lot of preparations to make...would you considering being fire-mother to my child?" Mycroft asked softly.“Oh, Mycroft. I’d be honored.” Anthea smiles."I trust you with my life...and the life of my child. You're my best friend..."“And you’re mine.”There was a knock at the front door. Mycroft looked at Anthea. "I hope that's dinner." He said quietly.“It should be.” Anthea nods and carefully gets up so she doesn’t disturb Mycroft she goes to the door and brings in the food. “I didn’t know what you wanted so I got some of everything.” She smiles softly, bring over a few arm fills of Mycroft favorite foods from a bunch of his favorite restaurants.Mycroft smiled, sniffing the air. "Smells good." He said as Anthea placed the food down on the coffee table. He crawled out from under the blanket and lay on top of it.Anthea smiles softly and puts a few different things on a plate for him, setting it in front of him."Thank you." Mycroft smiled, digging into his food. "Just what I needed...comfort food."“You’re welcome.” Anthea smiles and sits next to him, eating as well.Mycroft leans against her leg as they eat. "We're going to need to make a list...for the baby. I'll need an incubator for both work and home, a set schedule of doctor appointments, and...everything else."“I already have a preliminary list ready.” Anthea nods. “I have the pros and cons of three different incubators comparing safety, durability, and ease of use. I’ve also done the same for cots. I have tentative appointments set up for a new sprinkler system to be fitting here as well as other emergency provocations such as an updated panic room.” She lists off things. “But I think we also have to add something else to the list.. Letting Greg know about the hatchling..” She says softly."No!" Mycroft replied firmly. "He doesn't want me...he just wanted sex, because I was easy. He doesn't deserve to know." He said, beginning to get upset.“He’s texted you six times the past few days you’ve been sick.” Anthea says softly, not wanting to upset Mycroft. “He’s been asking you to go out. He wants to see you.” She shows him the texts.Mycroft reads the texts, feeling confused. "Why? Why would he- I thought it was just sex for him..." He whispered and looked up at Anthea.“Maybe it wasn’t just sex for him?” Anthea suggest gently. “Or did you just want it to be only sex?”Mycroft looked away. "I wanted him...I wanted it to be him...I feel something when I'm with him, that I've never felt before. What if he doesn't feel the same?"“We’ll I think these text kind of implies he does.” Anthea smiles softly.Mycroft bit his lip before nodding. "Should I ask him to meet? I'd feel more comfortable if it was here...and you stayed...just in case."“Sure. Have him come over. You don’t have to tell him yet if you’re not comfortable. You can just tell him you’re getting over a cold or something.” Anthea nods.Mycroft looked at Anthea skeptically. "I think he'd see right through that...no, I should tell him..." He said quietly.“Alright. Do you want to call him or text?” Anthea asks."Text. Tell him I've been getting over a cold, but he's welcome to join us for takeaway." Mycroft said softly.“Sounds good.” Anthea nods and texts Greg. Within a few seconds Greg responds. “He says he’s sorry you were sick and he’ll come over. He wants to know if you need anything?” She reads the text and shows Mycroft.Mycroft shakes his head. "No, just himself is fine."Anthea nods and texts Greg back. “He sound be here within the hour.”Mycroft nodded. "Alright." He said quietly, going back to his food.“It’ll go good. And if it doesn’t I’ll eat him.” Anthea smiles, head teasing half serious."I believe you." Mycroft replied with a small smile.Anthea winks and laughs softly.Not too much later, Mycroft is dozing next to Anthea when Greg arrives.“Myc... Greg is here.” Anthea says softly as she hears the knock.Mycroft nods, yawning and stretching, before sitting up. He waited nervously for Greg to enter the room.Anthea goes and let’s Greg in.“Hi, Mycroft.” Greg smiles softly as he comes in. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”Mycroft nods. "Thank you...please sit...there's something I'd like to speak with you about." He said quietly.“Okay.” Greg raises a brow and sits next to him. “Are you okay?”"Do you have feelings for me?" Mycroft asked quietly, ignoring Greg's question deliberatelyGreg blushes and blinks, caught off guard. “Y-Yes. I do.”Mycroft nods. "I have feelings for you as well..."“Really?” Greg grins."Yes...but...there's more." Mycroft replied nervously. "I...I'm pregnant." He said in an almost whisper.Greg blinks, not sure he heard right. “Pregnant?”Mycroft nodded. "I know it seems impossible, but I've been to the doctor and he confirmed the pregnancy." He said quietly.“Right.. Okay.” Greg nods, a bit in shock. “So I.. Got you pregnant?”Mycroft nodded. "Yes...I understand if you don't want to have anything to do with us..." He said quietly, looking away from Greg and curling his tail around himself.Greg is quiet for a bit. “If you want to keep it I’d love it if you let me be involved and help any way I can.” He says softly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that could happen. I shouldn’t have put you at risk like that. It’s my fault and I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me. But please let me help the baby.”"Its...impossible, for a a human to impregnate a dragon...its never happened before." Mycroft said quietly. "I'm keeping the baby...and I'd really like of you'd be a part of our life."“So how did it happen if it’s not possible?” Greg asks, confused. “I’ll do whatever you need me to do.” He nods.Mycroft looked at Greg. "...we've checked some records...I don't know if you knew this...but you were adopted, by humans. Anthea and I are trying to find out about your birth parents..." He said quietly.“I.. Oh.. No I didn’t know..” Greg says softly."I'm sorry...I...if you'd rather not know what we find, I understand." Mycroft said, placing a paw on Greg's hand.Greg shakes his head and gently rubs his thumb over Mycroft’s paw. “No. I’d rather know. If I’d known I wouldn’t have put you at risk of getting pregnant without your consent before hand. I really am very sorry about that. I don’t know if it was ever your intention to have a kid or to ever be pregnant. It was immature of me to spend the heat with you without proper protection. I hope you can forgive me.” He says softly, so sorry to have gotten Mycroft pregnant without having discussing it first. “I didn’t know and neither did you. It was a freak accident but I hope something good grows from it.” He smiles down at Mycroft softly. “I do like you. I want you to know that. Not because you’re apparently carrying my kid. Before that. Before the heat. I wanted to know you. Maybe I can now?” He asks cautiously.Mycroft looked at Greg stunned, before smiling softly. "It was my choice to forgo protection. No, I never intended to get pregnant or have a child...but, I'm glad you're the one who knocked me up. I feel safe, cared for, and loved in a way I've never felt before....only when I'm with you. I want us to try and be a family." Mycroft replied.“Then I will try my very best.” Greg smiles warmly, still holding Mycroft’s paw gently.Mycroft crawled up into Greg's lap giving him a low purr.Greg smiles softly and holds Mycroft, gently petting him.Mycroft leaned into Greg's touch, purring happily. There was a knock on the door and Mycroft looked up at Anthea.“That must be the file.” Anthea goes to the door.Mycroft waits nervously for her to return. "She managed to get your file unsealed..." He said quietly.“Oh well that’s good. I didn’t know I had anything sealed.” Greg says softly."The adoption was sealed...which makes things a little more difficult, but not impossible to get." Mycroft said quietly.Anthea comes over with the file."Would you mind reading it please?" Mycroft asked Anthea softly.Anthea nods and reads it. “In the case if the infant male the birth parents do not wish to be contacted. The adoption is closed and no contact with the birth parents should be attempted. The infant is human in all respects except for a small genetic abnormality which does not affect his health or abilities to lead a normal like. Such abnormality has not been seen before. However, all medical tests indicate a perfectly healthy infant male.” She frowns. “It’s been signed by the Greg’s parents and an official adoption agent as well as his birth father but the name has been redacted.”"It doesn't say what kind of abnormality? What about his mother? Is there anyway to get the redacted information?" Mycroft asked softly.“It doesn’t say the abnormality. I’ll looking into it further.” Anthea nods.Mycroft nodded. "Thank you, Thea." He said softly, turning back to look at Greg. "Alright?"Greg nods. “I never knew..”Mycroft nodded. "You're special, Gregory." He said softly, moving to nuzzle the man's cheek.Greg blushes and holds him close. “I’m glad you think so. I think I’m quite ordinary.”"You have a gift...your way with magical creatures is...I've never seen anything like it, very extraordinary." Mycroft replied softly.“I just treat them with respect and patients.” Greg smiles softly, petting him gently."But its much more than that...you give off this...aura. Its hard to explain. Its almost like..." Mycroft paused. "Perhaps you're a guardian? I remember reading about them when I was young. Mother told me they were just a myth...but it fits...everything fits..."“Tell me it.” Greg smiles."They're said to have been descendants of the old gods...the mother goddess gave them life to protect those who at one time could not protect themselves. We weren't always capable of conversation with humans or even shifting...that was evolution, and over time the need for guardians lessened. From everything I've read, the last one died just before the turn of the century...but as I said, they're a myth. But tell me, can you feel or hear what magical creatures are thinking when you rescue them?"“Umm..” Greg thinks. “I never really thought of it before but maybe? Like before when I’d find a magical creature I could tell where it was hurt just by looking at it even if there wasn’t anything physical showing. With you.. I don’t normal take that short cut through the park but something pulled me to it.” He shrugs. “I usually ask questions like I did with you to see if they could understand me or if we could communicate. Some can and some can’t. Or they don’t want to because more often than not it was a human that hurt them.”Mycroft nodded. "Would you be willing to let us do some blood tests? I'm not going to treat you like a Guinea pig, but I'd like to see if we may be able to identify this anomaly or see if you can connect via telepathy with another shifter."“Sure. I don’t mind. I’d prefer to know honestly. Not for me but for the baby. I don’t want to not know that we could have made something better or done something better for it.” Greg hums, nervous that his abnormality could hurt the baby."I don't think that this anomaly will hurt the baby." Mycroft said softly. "...but we'll check."Greg nods. “I don’t really know how this pregnancy is supposed to go.”"Oh...uh...I'll be pregnant for a while and then I'll lay an egg, a rather large one...we'll have to keep it warm in an incubator moat of the time, for several more months. Then when the hatchling is ready, they'll break the egg and come out." Mycroft explained.“Ah okay.” Greg nods. “When it comes out what form will it have? Like a baby baby? Or a baby dragon?”"Most likely a baby dragon. It takes time for them to figure out how to shift." Mycroft replied softly.“Okay.” Greg nods. “What can I do? What’s my umm.. Role?”"I...I was hoping you might help me raise our hatchling?" Mycroft asked quietly.“Of course. I’d love to.” Greg smiles.Mycroft nodded. "Thank you." He said softly. Greg smiles softly and nods. “Thank you for allowing me to be involved.”"Thank you for wanting to be involved." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles before turning to Anthea. “Do you think you could get me some books and things about Mycroft’s kind of pregnancy? I want to be prepared as much as I can for whatever he needs from me.” He asks, unaware that Anthea is a shifter herself."I'm sure we have something that will help." Mycroft smiled softly, looking at Anthea.“Of course. I’ll add it to the list.” Anthea smiles, happy Greg wants to be a good father.Mycroft looked at Greg. "You can have a room here, if you'd like."Greg nods, still not sure of what their relationship is."I don't want you to feel awkward..." Mycroft said quietly.“No. I just.. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just..” Greg tries to figure out how to make sense. “I like you. I’ve liked you for some time. And I totally understand if you don’t want a relationship or anything to do with me outside of being parents.”Mycroft nuzzled Greg and licked his cheek. "I like you too." He said quietly.Greg smiles, holding Mycroft close. “So maybe we can try being together?” He asks softly."I'd like that." Mycroft replied softly. "....I've missed your cuddles."“I missed cuddling you.” Greg smiles softly, cuddling Mycroft close."Stay?" Mycroft asked softly, his tail wrapping around Greg's wrist.“Always.” Greg nods."Hungry? There's plenty of food...you just might need to warm it up." Mycroft offered.“I’m alright.” Greg holds him.Mycroft nodded closing his eyes and leaning his head on Greg's shoulder.Greg relaxes as he holds Mycroft, gently petting him."I'm exhausted...would you help me to bathe before bed?" Mycroft asked in a whisper. "I'm a little chilled...the hot water will take care of that."“Of course.” Greg nods and stands.“I’m going to go home if everything is good here.” Anthea says to Mycroft, wanting to make sure he was comfortable.Mycroft looked at Anthea. "I'm okay. Thank you Thea." He said softly.“My pleasure, Myc. Call me if you need anything. I’ll get started on the list.” Anthea smiles softly."I will, thank you." Mycroft replied softly.“Goodnight.” Anthea smiles at them both before leaving.Mycroft waved a paw at Anthea as she left. He leaned back into Greg, licking his cheek.“Let’s get you a nice bath.” Greg smiles and takes him to the master bathroom."I want you to share the bath with me." Mycroft replied softly.“Okay.” Greg nods and starts the bath, filling it with salts and bubbles as it fills.Mycroft flicks his tail eagerly wanting to be in the warm water.“I’ll put you in and I’ll get undressed, okay?” Greg smiles.Mycroft nodded with a small happy squeak and a firm lick on the cheek.Greg chuckles and smiles, gently putting Mycroft in the warm water before getting undressed.Mycroft settles in the water, purring happily. He swishes his tail under the water, moving it around him.“You’re adorable.” Greg chuckles as he strips.Mycroft smiles up at him. "Keeps the warm water circulating...and its...fun."Greg smiles. “Ready for me to get in?”"Yes, please." Mycroft moved to one side so Greg could step into the tub.Greg gets into the tub and relaxes.Mycroft rested between Greg's legs, body submerged. He rested his head on Greg's thigh, smiling up at the man.Greg smiles softly, rubbing his thumb over Mycroft cheek. “Do you feel more comfortable in this form?”"When I don't have to be around a bunch of people." Mycroft nodded. "Being in this form feels most natural and relaxing...though this is my smallest dragon form..."“You mean you can be bigger?” Greg blinks."Yes...my largest size is quite...massive." Mycroft answered quietly.“Oh wow. That’s pretty cool.” Greg smiles."When we go out to the family country estate, for me to birth our egg, I'll shift into a larger form." Mycroft replied.“Okay.” Greg nods, gently running his hand over Mycroft’s scales. “I’m guessing Anthea and I are the only ones that know so far?”Mycroft nodded. "I only just found out today." He said quietly.Greg nods and thinks for a bit before chuckling. “Sherlock is gonna kill me.” He laughs softly.Mycroft shifts nervously. "Can we hold off telling him?" He asked quietly.“I won’t say anything. I promise.” Greg pets him gently."Thank you." Mycroft said softly, nuzzling Greg's thigh.Greg smiles softly. “Want me to wash you?” He asks softly.Mycroft nodded with a smile. "Please."Greg smiles and wets a loofa before lathering some of the body wash onto it. He gently starts to wash Mycroft, softly running the loofa over his arms from his paws to his shoulders.Mycroft purred, closing his eyes and letting Greg take care of him. "Feels good."“Good.” Greg hums softly, gently washing Mycroft’s back and hips.Mycroft wiggled as Greg touched him, his tail swishing in the water.Greg smiles and gently lefts him from the water to wash his hind legs."Please...be careful...my hind feet are extremely ticklish." Mycroft said softly.“I’ll be gently.” Mycroft gently washes them.Mycroft lets out a noise as Greg scrubs the bottom of his feet. He wiggled in Greg's grasp.“Sorry sorry. Almost done.” Greg soon finishes. “Do you want to lay on you’re back on my chest so I can wash your chest and belly?”Mycroft nodded. "I do warn you that I will have a...reaction to being touched in such a way, by you..." He said softly.“Would that make you uncomfortable?” Greg asks softly, greatly rubbing his back."...I don't know...I don't normally react sexually in dragon form, unless in heat...but lately...it doesn't seem to matter. Ever since...our last encounter, I've become aroused in both forms." Mycroft explained. "I just don't want it to be awkward...when you see...uh...how different...it is." He said, gesturing to his groin area.Greg nods and smiles softly. “Well now that I know I’ll do my best not to react offending. Come up here and get comfortable.”Mycroft crawled up onto Greg's chest before turning onto his back, offering his underside to Greg.Greg smiles softly and washes his chest gently before making his way down to his belly. He gently runs his fingers over his belly softly.Mycroft purrs and closes his eyes. He can already feel pleasure rushing through his body at Greg's touch.Greg smiles softly as he watches Mycroft relax. He gently runs his fingers down to his hips and his hind legs, washing them.Mycroft wriggles in Greg's grasp. His body reacting to the man's touch.“Okay?” Greg asks softly.Mycroft nods, stretching his neck so he could lick at Greg's face. "Don't stop." He murmured.Greg holds him close and continues to rub, gently touching between his legs to wash him.Mycroft groans, his dragon cock emerging from between large plated scales, as Greg washed.“I’ve got you. Just relax.” Greg says softly, gently rubbing him.Mycroft moaned, pressing his face into Greg's neck. He arched into the man's touch.“Can I touch your cock?” Greg asks him softly."Yes...please..." Mycroft whimpered, rocking his hips.Greg rinses him carefully and gently strokes his cock.Mycroft made a loud noise of pleasure as his cock moved in Greg's grasp. "Greg-ory!" He pleaded. "I've never...been aroused like this...in dragon form...before you...I crave you, not just sex...but you presence...the sight of you, your smell..." He panted, emphasizing his words with licks and nips on Greg's neck.“I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you in every way you need.” Greg holds him close and strokes his cock.Mycroft whimpered and pressed his face into Greg's neck. "During my heat...you were...so loving..."“I don’t know any other way to be.” Greg says softly and cuddles him close, speeding up his strokes."Just...promise me...you'll always be...honest with me..." Mycroft panted.“I promise. Always.” Greg vows.Mycroft cried out, covering Greg's hand in thick sticky release.“Gorgeous.” Greg holds him, stroking him through it and stopping before he gets to oversensitive.Mycroft licked Greg's cheek, nuzzling him. His cock shrank and disappeared beneath his scales again.“Okay?” Greg smiles softly, holding him close.Mycroft nodded. "Yes." He said quietly. "Sorry about the mess..."“Don’t apologize. I don’t mind it.” Greg smiles softly. “I like it actually.”Mycroft made an embarrassed noise and clung to Greg. "I like it too..."“Good.” Greg smiles and sinks a little further into the water so Mycroft can be submerged again.Mycroft hummed and washed himself off, before doing the same for Greg's hand. "We should get out before the water gets cold. I have a heating blanket on my bed." He said softly.“Okay.” Greg nods and pulls the stopper to let the water drain before standing. He wraps Mycroft in a towel and sets him on the counter before stepping out of the bath. He dries himself off quick before drying Mycroft gently. He scoops him up when they’re done and takes him into the bedroom."Cuddle?" Mycroft asked softly as Greg carries him into the bedroom.“I’d love to.” Greg smiles softly and goes to the bed. “Would you rather I wear clothes or not?” He asks, still only in the towel."I like the feel of you skin...maybe just underwear..." Mycroft said softly.“Okay. It’s up to you. I just want you to be comfortable.” Greg smiles and sets Mycroft up by the pillows. “Can I borrow a pair?”Mycroft nodded. "Top drawer of the dresser. Pick whatever you like." He said, crawling under the blankets.Greg nods and opens the drawer, pulling on a pair of pants. He pulls the covers back a bit and gets into the bed, being careful of Mycroft.Mycroft popped his head out and cuddled up to Greg.Greg smiles softly and cuddles Mycroft close. “Feeling okay? Do you need anything?”"Fine...just you." Mycroft said quietly.“Okay. Rest. Your body is working hard to make our egg.” Greg holds Mycroft, turning on the heating blanket.Mycroft held onto Greg, nuzzling him and drifting off to sleep.Greg holds Mycroft close, gently petting him as he falls asleep.
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Mycroft woke the next morning, in human form, wrapped in Greg's arms.Greg mumbles softly in his sleep, arms tightening around Mycroft.Mycroft moved Greg's hand from his middle to his stomach. Mycroft felt a pulse from within him at the touch. He let out a small gasp.“Mm Myc?” Greg mumbles as he wakes, having felt something. “Everything okay?”"Did you feel that? The pulse...like magic..." Mycroft looked at Greg. "We need to talk to Mummy." He said frightened.“I felt it.” Greg frowns concerned. “Do you want to call her? Or go to her?”"Call her. I'm not sure if traveling is a good idea. If she says it's safe, we'll go to her." Mycroft replied, leaning into Greg. "Would you call Thea? I'll talk to Mummy."“Of course.” Greg nods and holds him, getting their phones from the nightstand.Mycroft takes his phone from Greg with shaking hands. He nervously calls his mother."Mummy? Yes, this is Mycroft...I have some I need to talk with you about."Greg holds Mycroft close as he calls Anthea. “Hey, Anthea. Can you come over? Mycroft has a strange feeling?” He says quietly. “I’ll be right over.” Anthea hangs up, already getting dressed as soon as Greg called.“What’s the matter, darling? You sound shaken. Is everything alright?” Mummy frowns."I'm pregnant...now please don't start in...point is, my...partner and I were laying in bed this morning and...well...there was a pulse, like magic, coming from my stomach when he touched it. I don't know what's going on...I'm frightened."“Oh love. It’s alright.” Mummy says softly. “It’s just the egg knowing it’s father is close.” She smiles softly."But...he's human..." Mycroft whispered. "It's...not a typical pregnancy..."Mummy is silent for a minute. “Are you in pain? Any bleeding?”Mycroft flipped the blankets back in panic, relieved to see no blood. "No...no blood or cramping...just...my partner is human. It's unheard of for a human to breed a dragon. I fear that my pregnancy won't be...normal...Gregory has an anomaly in his DNA."“Okay. Good. No cramping or bleeding is good. The most important thing now is not to panic. Come and see me. I’ll call Tabitha to have a look at you, alright?” Mummy says softly as Anthea comes in the house, calling for them."Yes, Mummy. I'll bring Gregory and Thea." Mycroft replied softly.“Good good. I don’t want you getting upset. Everything is going to be fine. If there was going to be problems the egg wouldn’t even have been fertilized. You know how rigorous the conditions have to be.” Mummy smiles softly."Yes, Mummy. I understand. We'll be there soon." Mycroft replied, taking a deep breath. He gave Anthea a weak smile when she entered the bedroom.“Okay. I’ll see you soon. I love you.” Mummy hangs up.“Are you okay?” Anthea goes to Mycroft."Just...nothing to be alarmed about. We need to go see Mummy and Tabitha...just to make sure everything is alright. There's some sort of magical pulse, when Gregory touches my stomach..." He said quietly.“Ookay. Weird.” Anthea nods. “You guys get ready and I’ll be in the car waiting.”Mycroft nodded, suddenly aware of his unclothed state. He turned red and pulled the sheet over himself.When Anthea had left the room, Mycroft got dressed comfortably. He packed a small suitcase, in case of an overnight stay.Greg gets dressed as well. “Do you need me to get anything or do anything?” He asks Mycroft. “And who’s Tabitha?”Mycroft shook his head. "No, I think I've got everything. Tabitha is...well she's like a dragon midwife. She and Mummy are very close friends." Mycroft answered.“Okay.” Greg nods and lifts Mycroft’s bag. “After you.” He smiles softly.Mycroft nodded, walking downstairs to the car. He got into the backseat with Greg, snuggling into his side.Greg holds Mycroft close after putting Mycroft’s bag in the boot. “It’ll be okay. I’ve got you. No matter what.” He says softly.Mycroft nodded. "Thank you, Gregory. Fair warning, Mummy can be...a bit much....and our ways may seem strange."Greg nods. “Just let me know before I do something that could offend her.”"I doubt you could offend Mummy." Mycroft said with a smile.“That’s a plus.” Greg smiles softly."I think she'll be pleased that I found someone." Mycroft said quietly.A few hours later they arrived at a large country estate, practically in the middle of nowhere.Greg smiles and nods. He follows Mycroft out of the car, carrying the bag as they head to the door.Mycroft clings to Greg's arm when the door opens. He looked to Anthea. "You should go to Tabitha, see if she needs assistance." Mycroft said quietly.Anthea nods and goes to find Tabitha.“Anthea.” Mummy nods as she passes. “Mycroft.” Mummy smiles and hugs Mycroft close."Mummy..." Mycroft says quietly, hugging his mother before stepping back. "This is Gregory...the father of my child."“Mm..” Mummy nods and circles around Greg, her eyes piercing into his core as she looks him over."He's a good man, Mummy. You remember Sherlock spoke of him at Solstice...Gregory is the DI that puts up with Sherlock and his shenanigans."“Ah. So you’re good to both my hatchlings?” Mummy asks.“They deserve it, Ma’am.” Greg nods and Mummy smiles.“Good boy. Come in.” Mummy smiles and turns and goes into the house.Greg looks to Mycroft, wondering if that was a good reaction.Mycroft shrugged, and followed his mother inside. He held Greg's hand as she led them through the house.Mummy takes them to the kitchen. “Mycroft, it’s been too long.” Tabitha smiles and goes to hug Mycroft."Hello Tabitha..." Mycroft replied, hugging the older woman. "Can you figure out what's going on with me and the baby?"“Of course.” Tabitha nods. “Would you mind if I examined you? And I want you to tell me everything that happen exactly as it happened. You’re not in pain, right? And there’s no bleeding?”Mycroft blushed and nodded. "No pain or bleeding. Just the odd pulse when Gregory's hand touched my stomach. We were thinking that maybe it has to do with a genetic anomaly Gregory has in his human dna."“Okay.” Tabitha nods. “So far it's doesn’t sound like anything bad so we have no reason to worry as of yet. How about I take you into the guest room and we do an ultrasound?” She smiles softly. “After that I’ll get some samples from Gregory to have a look at.”"Alright." Mycroft nodded, following Tabitha to a guest room. "Are you sure there's nothing to worry about? I mean...it's impossible for a human to get a dragon pregnant, or so I've been told."“I did some research after your mother called me. And while it’s true a human can’t get a dragon pregnant I don’t think Greg is a hundred percent human. He could be ninety nine percent and that one percent is what we need to find out for sure. There an ancient race thought to be extinct. Around the time dragon shifter came to be so did humans. Also during this time was a sort of mutated race who was neither shifter nor human but both at the same time. They were thought to have gone extinct as soon as they appeared but it seems like maybe some of their genetics were passed on. I think Greg may be a descendant of that race.” Tabitha explains.Mycroft nods as he takes in that information. "You want to put him under the microscope to find out?" He asked quietly. "Do you think that will affect the hatchling?"“Just a blood and urine test. Standard testing. If we find anything we’ll run some more test.” Tabitha nods. “I don’t know if it will affect the hatchling but we’ll have a look.”Mycroft nodded. "Let's do the tests and the ultrasound." He said quietly.“Okay but I want you to know that your instincts would kick in if there was something really wrong. You’d know.” Tabitha smiles softly."I know...I'm just afraid...for myself...for the hatchling...about the future, with Greg." Mycroft said quietly.“It’s hard. Especially when you weren’t expecting any of this in the first place.” Tabitha nods and pulls the sheets down from the bed so Mycroft can lay down.Mycroft moves into position and pulls up his shirt. "Just...be gentle..." He said quietly.“Of course.” Tabitha nods and gently squirts gel onto Mycroft’s belly, having warmed it a bit first. She takes the wand and gently massages the gel around.Mycroft couldn't stand to look at the screen, he stared at the ceiling instead. "Is...is it...alright?"Tabitha watches the screen. “They.. They are fine.” She shows Mycroft the screen, showing two eggs.Mycroft looked at the screen in shock. "Wh-what? Twins...how...That's impossible!"“Mmhmm.” Tabitha nods. “I don’t know how. I’ve never seen this before.”Mycroft squirmed uncomfortably, before jumping off the table. He rushed to the bathroom and emptied his stomach into the toilet. He stayed there, kneeling, and sobbing. "I can't do this...two hatchlings...two mystery hatchlings."“It’s going to be okay.” Tabitha rubs his back gently, gently wiping his face with a cool damp cloth.Mycroft looked up at her. "What am I going to do? What if Gregory is some descendant of these creatures...what will that make our children?" He asked, shaking.“Greg is nearly all human. His human genes are dominant but his reproductive capabilities are still mutated. Once I get the tests back I can give you more solid answers.” Tabitha says softly. “Do you want to continue this incubation?” She asks gently."I don't know..." Mycroft whispered quietly. "...I mean, I want to...I'm just afraid I won't be able to handle these two hatchlings."“I am here for you. Your mother is here for you. Anthea is here for you. Gregory is certainly here for you.” Tabitha says softly. “He’s been pacing outside the door the minutes now. He doesn’t know what to do without you. He smells a little.. Sad and very concerned and some guilt..”Mycroft bit his lip, tears streaming down his face. "I want my mate." He said quietly.“Gregory, come in please.” Tabitha calls and Greg comes in immediately.“Oh, Mycroft.” Greg goes and scoops Mycroft up, holding him close.Mycroft leaned into Greg, breathing in his scent. He calmed almost instantly. "...my mate..." He mumbled into Greg's neck.“It’s okay, pet. I’ve got you. I’m here.” Greg holds him and kisses his head softly."...we're having twins...two hatchlings..." Mycroft said, looking up at Greg.“Oh wow.. Okay.” Greg nods and rubs Mycroft’s back, hand gently resting on his belly."Tabitha is going to need to run some tests on you." Mycroft said quietly.“Whatever she wants to do.” Greg nods and scoops Mycroft up, carrying him to the bed.Mycroft clung to Greg. "Can you ask Anthea to stay with me while Tabitha runs her tests on you?" He asked softly“Of course.” Greg nods.“I’ll go get her.” Tabitha nods and leaves them to get Anthea.“Are you okay?” Greg asks Mycroft softly."I'm scared...I never thought I'd get pregnant...now with twins, and I don't know what they're going to be. We're not even properly bonded." Mycroft replied.“Whatever you want to do we’ll do it.” Greg kisses his head.Mycroft looked at Greg. "I want you as my mate...bonded..." He said quietly. "...but I won't force you."“Of course I will, Mycroft. I’d love to.” Greg nuzzles him.Mycroft nodded. "After the tests. You'll have to speak with Mummy about it."“Alright.” Greg nods. “Should I.. Propose?” He asks."If you like..." Mycroft said softly. "I kind of already did...by asking you to be my mate." He nuzzled Greg's neck.“Okay.” Greg smiles and holds Mycroft close. "There's a ceremony...with magic...but I don't know if it will work with a human." Mycroft replied.“We’ll see.” Greg nods.Mycroft kisses Greg's neck, breathing in his scent.The sound of a cough broke them apart."Anthea..." Mycroft said quietly.Greg kisses Mycroft’s head. “I’ll be back in a little bit okay?”Mycroft nodded. "Alright...I'll be here." He said with a weak smile, reaching for Anthea.Anthea and Greg switch places. She rubs Mycroft’s back.Greg goes out to Tabitha. “I’m your test dummy.”Mycroft leans into Anthea. "Thank you for being here, Thea...I asked him to be my mate. Do you think it'll work?"“Well he got you pregnant so I think it’s certainly possible.” Anthea nods and smiles softly.Mycroft nodded. "Do you think Mummy will allow it?"“You’re a grown man. You can do what you like.” Anthea rubs his back."You know Dragons are matriarchal...I'm not even supposed to court without Mummy's approval...and here I am, pregnant with a humans children." Mycroft sighed.“She’s not exactly the most conventional.” Anthea says softly."True...I suppose." Mycroft replied quietly. "I really like him...I feel so...at home when I'm with him."“Then that’s the most important thing.” Anthea smiles softly.Mycroft smiled at Anthea. "You're the best, Thea. Now you've got two hatchlings to look after...fire-mother." He said taking her hand and giving it a little squeeze.“It’s an honor.” Anthea smiles softly and squeezes Mycroft’s hand back gently.Mycroft felt someone else enter the room. He looked over, eyes going wide. "...Sherlock..."“Anthea, could you leave us for a minute?” Sherlock asks softly.Anthea looks to Mycroft.Mycroft swallowed thickly, but nodded to Anthea. "It's alright..." He said quietly.“I’ll be right outside.” Anthea gets up and slowly goes.“How are you?” Sherlock asks Mycroft."Pregnant and scared..." Mycroft said quietly.Sherlock nods and sits on the edge of the bed. “You’re going to keep it..”"Them...yes, I'm going to keep them." Mycroft replied softly. "Twin hatchlings. Why? And how did you find out?"“Mummy called. She asked me if I ever came across certain things in my research for school and she was avoiding my questions. So I came to see her and saw one of your cars in her drive.” Sherlock hums."Sherlock...you should know...I...the father...Gregory is the father of my hatchlings." Mycroft replied nervously.“Yes I know. He saw me when I came in. He said if I made you upset he’d drag me out of the house by my shirt collar like a child. He’s quite protective over you.” Sherlock rolls his eyes, happy his brother found someone who cares for him though."He was the one who saved me from the poachers...cared for me, and helped me recover. And then...we shared a heat." Mycroft said quietly. "I've asked him to bond with me."“Really?” Sherlock sounds surprised. “Are you sure?”"The hatchlings need it...when he places his hand over them...there's a magical pulse. That's probably what Mummy had you researching...Gregory...he's special in some way. These hatchlings shouldn't be...and yet they are. How can I ignore that..?" Mycroft asked.Sherlock hums and nods. “Do you.. have feelings for him?”Mycroft nodded. "Yes. I have feelings for him. Things I've never felt before."Sherlock nods. “I’m happy for you.” He says softly."Thank you." Mycroft replied with a small smile. "Was...there anything else you'd like to discuss?"Sherlock shakes his head. “I’m going to continue researching.”"You'll let me know what you find?" Mycroft asked softly.“Of course.” Sherlock nods."I have to say, you took the news surprisingly well...I thought you'd be upset that I mated with Gregory." Mycroft said, sounding a little surprised.“I was shocked at first but then Anthea told me about how he found you. Saved you. Made sure you were safe. It made sense.” Sherlock hums.Mycroft nodded. "He has a gift...he's very good with magical creatures."“He’s always handled us pretty good.” Sherlock smiles a bit."He is a very special man." Mycroft nodded. "...and he's given me two very special hatchlings."“I am happy for you. Truly.” Sherlock says softly, patting Mycroft’s leg. “You’re scent is changed..”"It's the hatchlings..." Mycroft replied softly, placing a hand over his stomach.Sherlock nods. “And Greg..”Mycroft blushed. "Yes, Gregory too. Soon our scents will become one." He paused. "I've asked Thea to be fire-mother to the hatchlings..."“She’s a good choice. Very capable and protective of you. She’ll be even more so over the hatchlings.” Sherlock nods."Indeed she is..Will you stand by my side, when I make Gregory mine?" Mycroft asked softly.“Of course.” Sherlock nods."Thank you, Brother Mine." Mycroft replied softly.“My pleasure.” Sherlock smiles softly. “I’m here for you. Whatever you need.”Mycroft reaches for his brother's hand. "...I want you looked after and loved...as I am." He said softly.“I.. I have a new flatmate.” Sherlock blushes a bit."...oh, and you like this new flatmate?" Mycroft asked softly.Sherlock blushes more and nods. “He doesn’t think I’m strange. He’s a doctor. He.. He saved my life.”"He saved your life?" Mycroft asked surprised. "What stupid thing did you do to put yourself in danger?"“It was a case. He accompanied me. Shot a murderous cabbie. He’s here. Talking to Mummy.” Sherlock looks down at his hands in his lap."...you're in love with him...but he doesn't return your feelings? Oh, Sherlock." Mycroft pulled his brother into his arms. "Do you want me to threaten him?"“No! No no.” Sherlock cuddles into Mycroft. “Don’t. I want him with me. Always. Even if he doesn’t feel the same. He’s.. He’s good. He makes me better.”"...he'll break your heart, you do realize that, don't you." Mycroft said quietly. "...but you'll always have me, Lock."Sherlock nods. “I know..”"Will you introduce us one day...so I don't have to kidnap him off the streets?" Mycroft asked with a gentle smile.Sherlock nods. “I will but I’m sure you’ll kidnap him anyway.”"Would you be terribly upset if I told you, I already did..." Mycroft said quietly.“I suspected it. And he told me. He said you vomited. That was my first clue something was wrong.” Sherlock frowns.Mycroft blushed. "Not my best moment of intimidation...but he's very good under pressure. Its natural to be sick while pregnant...please don't worry about it."Sherlock frowns and nods. “I know. I’ve read everything I could about pregnancy. Human and shifter.”"What's with the look, Lock? Did you find something?" Mycroft asked nervously.“It’s just.. You know this kind of pregnancy shouldn’t be possible between someone like us and a human like Greg. So the only conclusion I’ve been able to come up with is Greg isn’t fully human. I’m sure mother and Tabitha have told you as much. When we get back Greg’s results we’ll know more.” Sherlock nods."You're worried..." Mycroft deduced. "...so am I." He admitted.“Because it’s the first known case of its kind. There’s no other cases. There’s no data to fall back on.” Sherlock sighs. “I.. I’m at a lose. I don’t know and I don’t like no knowing.”"He may be a descendant of an ancient race...not human and not shifter...and yet both..." Mycroft said quietly.Sherlock nods. “That’s the theory right now.” "Something tells me you have another theory...one you're waiting on results to confirm." Mycroft replied.Sherlock bites his lip and nods. “I don’t know if Greg comes from our timeline.”"Our timeline? Are you suggesting an alternate or parallel universe, Sherlock?" Mycroft asked softly.Sherlock nods. “I’m thinking an alternative timeline right now because the race Gregory supposedly is completely extinct. There’s no survivors of it, even in human or shifter DNA today like the humans have Neanderthals. It was whipped out completely and we lived without it.”Mycroft listened, thinking about what Sherlock was saying. "We found out who his father was...but not the mother. Perhaps she is the missing link."“Maybe Greg is from this time but she isn’t! Oh that makes sense! What if she’s part of the extinct race? What if she had powers? What if the extinct race has powers? That’s why they’re able to mate with both humans and shifters?” Sherlock paces.Mycroft smiled softly. He found Sherlock adorable when he went into this mode. "Its a theory...and a good one. But how do we prove it?"“His genetics.” Sherlock nods. “We’ll have to run a full panel on him. Map his entire gnome.”"Talk to Tabitha about the bloodwork." Mycroft said softly. "Don't say anything to Gregory...not just yet."“Of course.” Sherlock nods."We've shocked him enough for one day...I think I'll stay here for a few days to rest and recover. You're welcome to join us or return to London." Mycroft replied.“I’ll stay and research. John has been getting jumpy in the city lately.” Sherlock nods."Perfect...you two can spend some quality time together. As can Gregory and I."“Should I go get Greg for you?”Mycroft nodded. "He's probably worried."“I can smell his anxiety from here.” Sherlock nods. “Is there anything else you’d like to discuss before I get him?”"No. That was all." Mycroft said softly. "We can speak more later." He assured Sherlock.“Of course.” Sherlock nods and smiles softly before going to get Greg.Greg comes in. “You okay?” He goes and lays with Mycroft.Mycroft nuzzles Greg. "Yes...he took the news surprisingly well. Things are fine between us, promise. And you, love?"“Good.” Greg rubs Mycroft’s back, his arm bandaged where blood was drawn. “It was fine.”"Good." Mycroft licked Greg's cheek, before pulling back embarrassed. "Sorry..."“Don’t be. I like when you’re close.” Greg smiles softly."When we bond...we'll need to mate after, to seal the bond. I have to be..." Mycroft looked away. "...in dragon form...I understand if you do not wish to bond in the ways of my people. We can always do what the humans do..."“Whatever we need to do we’ll do.” Greg rubs Mycroft’s back gently. “Just tell me what I have to do.” He smiles softly.Mycroft nodded. "...Tabitha may have to explain it..." He said quietly.“Okay.” Greg nods and kisses Mycroft’s head.Mycroft turned in Greg's arms and kissed him gently.Greg kisses him back gently, holding Mycroft close.Mycroft caresses Greg's cheek as they kiss, feeling a swell of emotion go through him. He drew a little heart with his finger over Greg's chest.Greg smiles softly, pressing their foreheads together.Mycroft shifted into his small dragon form and cuddled up against Greg's chest.Greg smiles and cuddles Mycroft close. “Feeling okay?”"Too much emotion at once..." Mycroft said quietly. He looked up at Greg. "Pet me?"Greg smiles softly and nods. He gently starts to pet Mycroft, gently massaging him.Mycroft purrs deeply, burrowing his face into Greg's neck.Greg smiles softly, his fingers brushing over Mycroft’s belly.Mycroft looked at Greg. "If I shift back..." He paused nervously. "Will you make love to me?"“Of course, love. I want to make you feel good.” Greg nuzzles him.Mycroft shifted back to human form and began to undress. "I want to see your face, when you're inside me."“Do you want to ride me?” Greg asks softly, kissing over Mycroft’s jaw to his neck.Mycroft nods. "Yes, please..." He breathes, moving to sit on Greg's lap.Greg strips and sits up against the headboard. He holds Mycroft and pulls him into his lap. “What do I need to do?”"Pet me...touch me..." Mycroft replied, rubbing against Greg. "I'll get nice and slick for you."Greg rubs his hands over Mycroft’s body, pressing kisses to his skin.Mycroft groans loudly and grinds against Greg. "I missed you...being in your arms...the way you love-." He paused in realization. "You love me?" He asked cupping Greg's cheek.“I love you.” Greg nods and smiles softly.Mycroft looked at Greg in surprise. "I...I never thought...I love you too." He said quietly.Greg smiles softly and kisses his forehead.Mycroft purrs softly and kisses Greg lovingly. He wraps his arms around Greg's neck.Greg kisses him back and holds Mycroft close. “What can I do? I want to make you feel good.”Mycroft glanced away. "...I want to feel you. Our time together during my heat...is a blur. I know I enjoyed what we did...but...I want to experience that, outside my heat. Does that make sense?" Mycroft asked, looking back at Greg.Greg smiles softly and nods. “I’m here for you. Whatever you want. Whatever you need. Always.”Mycroft nods, reaching between them and taking Greg's cock into his hand. "I want you inside me...please, my love...I want to rock on you until I explode."Greg kisses Mycroft and slowly lowers him down onto his cock.Mycroft whimpered as Greg filled him. "You're thick...it feels good. Just right...oh, Gregory..." He offered his neck to his lover.Greg kisses and sucks on Mycroft’s neck, letting him adjust. “You’re doing so good, love. Almost there.”Mycroft squirmed as he took Greg's cock in its entirety. "Oh...you press against all the right spots." He reached down and stroked himself.“Happy to be of service.” Greg chuckles softly and rocks his hips slowly.Mycroft holds onto Greg's shoulders as he lifts and lowers himself on the man's cock.“Gorgeous. You’re doing so well, love.” Greg holds Mycroft’s hips, helping him stabilize as he moves.Mycroft bit his lip and pressed his face into Greg's neck. The man's cock hit Mycroft's sweet spot every time he sunk down on it.“I’ve got you. Always. Take what you need, love.” Greg rocks into Mycroft and holds him close."I'm...Gregory!" Mycroft moaned, cuming hard between them.Greg groans and comes hard into Mycroft as he clenches around him.Mycroft whimpers and kisses Greg.Greg kisses him back deeply and holds him close.Mycroft purrs loudly, leaning fully against Greg.“Happy, love?” Greg cuddles Mycroft.Mycroft nodded. "I am, very much...are you?"Greg smiles and nods. “Over the moon.” He nuzzles him. “I love you. So much. And I love our hatchlings.” He gently touches Mycroft’s belly.Mycroft gasped as he feels the magical pulse again. He looks at Greg and smiles.“Okay?” Greg smiles softly.Mycroft nodded. "It's just an odd sensation is all. Not painful, I promise." He said softly.“Okay.” Greg nods and nuzzles Mycroft gently, holding him close."Sherlock and I talked about staying here with Mummy and Tabitha for a while...is that okay with you?" Mycroft asked softly.“Sure. I umm.. I can take some time off work.” Greg nods."If you're sure...I don't want you to get in trouble on my account." Mycroft said softly.“No no. I hardly ever take time off. I have quite a lot of time saved up.” Greg nuzzles Mycroft.Mycroft nodded. "You can always ask for paternity leave when it gets to be time to...have the eggs and when they hatch."“Okay. That’ll be good. I don’t want to leave you then.” Greg kisses his cheek.Mycroft smiled softly. "I'll warn you now, seeing me lay an egg...might be a bit of a shock."“Well if I could handle you being part dragon I think I can work something out.” Greg smiles.Mycroft smiled. "We'll see..." He said softly, leaning fully against Greg.“I’ll do my best. I promise.” Greg holds him."I know you will, Gregory." Mycroft smiled, nuzzling his neck.Greg smiles softly and cuddles Mycroft. “I love you..” He says softly."I...I love you too." Mycroft whispered, closing his eyes and just feeling Greg.Greg smiles softly and holds Mycroft close, relaxing with him.Mycroft yawned. "I need a nap." He said quietly.“Sleep. I’ve got you.” Greg pets his head.It didn’t take long for Mycroft to fall asleep.
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Mycroft woke the next morning, stomach growling.“Morning, love.” Greg mumbles softly, feeling Mycroft wake as he holds him.Mycroft shifts into dragon form and wriggles out of Greg's grip. He hurries into the bathroom and relieves himself, before reentering the bedroom. "Food." Mycroft says, looking at Greg.“Sure.” Greg smiles and gets up, getting dressed. He scoops Mycroft up and puts him on his shoulder.Mycroft wraps himself around Greg's shoulders. "I'm feeling a bit better this morning. I usually wake up sick."“I’m sorry.” Greg pets his head gently as he walks to the kitchen."It's fine...just something I have to deal with...it may be worse because we're having two hatchlings." Mycroft replied softly.Greg hums and nods as they get to the empty kitchen. “I guess we’re the first ones up.” He hums. “What would you like to eat, love?”"Fruit, some protein, and tea." Mycroft replied softly.“How about some fruits dipped in peanut butter?” Greg suggests as he starts making the tea. “Or do you want meat for protein?”"Bacon?" Mycroft suggests.“Sure.” Greg nods and gets everything out, starting to cook. As the bacon sizzles he cuts up some fruits, offering pieces to Mycroft while he waits.Mycroft eats the fruit with a hum of happiness."Bacon? I hope you're making more..." Sherlock said, hoping onto the counter in his dragon form.Mycroft smiles at his brother from his perch.“Of course. Plenty for everyone. I’ll have to go out and get more bacon for you mother though later. I don’t know if she had something particular in mind planned for it.” Greg smiles, setting the done bacon on a plate to cool for a minute as he puts another round in the pan."Its Mycroft's favorite, that's why it’s there. She won't care if we eat it." Sherlock smiled."It is my favorite...she always buys it when I don't feel well. There's probably more in the freezer."“Alright.” Greg smiles softly and offers a crispy strip to Mycroft.Mycroft takes it in his mouth and begins chewing. He purrs loudly.Sherlock licked his lips and moved closer to them. He looked between Greg and the pan.Greg smiles and hands Sherlock’s a strip as well.Sherlock grins, chowing down on the bacon. "Yummy." He smirked."You're in a good mood this morning." Mycroft commented.Greg smiles and flips the bacon."I woke up to the delicious smell of bacon." Sherlock shrugged.Mycroft chuckled. "Ah..."“Morning.” John yawns as he wanders into the kitchen.“Morning. I’m Greg.” Greg smiles, portioning breakfast out onto plates for everyone."And that big lump around his shoulders is Mycroft." Sherlock said, moving towards John.Mycroft gave a little wave of his paw at John. "Hello."“Be nice, you.” John pets Sherlock. “It’s nice to see you again.” He says to Mycroft, smiling.“You’ve met?” Greg asks Mycroft.Sherlock purred quietly under John's touch."I threatened him...in the usual way...and he stood there completely unimpressed." Mycroft replied softly. "And I went to so much effort to intimidate him too."John chuckles softly and scratches Sherlock under his chin like he likes.“Wow.” Greg nods, impressed.Sherlock closes his eyes and stretches out his neck for John."Ever the solider, John Watson." Mycroft smiled.“I try.” John chuckles and pets Sherlock’s head gently before pulling his hand back.Greg hums and pours them all tea, putting out milk and sugar.Sherlock looks up at John, a disappointed look on his face. It quickly disappears and Sherlock hops off the counter.Mycroft watches Sherlock's reactions to John with a painful pull in his chest. All he wants is for Sherlock to be happy, but he knows John will never be able to give his brother what he wants. Mycroft nuzzles Greg to hide the sadness on his face.“Where you off to?” John asks Sherlock.Greg frowns a bit and pets Mycroft. “Alright, love?” He asks softly."To get dressed...unless you'd like me to shift right here, into my naked human form?" Sherlock looked at John, tilting his head to gauge the man's reaction.Mycroft nods. "Just worried about Sherlock...and his unrequited feelings..." He whispers.John nods but licks his lips. “Yeah alright. But hurry because your breakfast will get cold and you hardly eat as it is.”“Oh..” Greg nods.Sherlock nodded, scurrying off.Mycroft licked Greg's cheek.Greg kisses Mycroft’s head. “Want me to sit you on the counter so you can eat?”“Yes, please.” Mycroft smiles.Sherlock reentered the room as Greg set Mycroft down and gave him a plate.Greg smiles smiles sets Mycroft on the counter on a fluffy dish towel and sets his plate in front of him. “Here’s yours.” He sets a plate in front of Sherlock. “And yours.” He sets a plate in front of John."Thank you, Gregory." Mycroft smiled softly.Sherlock nodded to Greg. "Thanks."“Thank you.” John smiles and sits to eat. “My pleasure, love.” Greg smiles at Mycroft. “You’re welcome.” He nods to Sherlock and John.Mycroft grabbed a piece of bacon and began munching on it.Sherlock took his time, eating the bacon slowly, enjoying it.John ate with Sherlock at the table.Greg stood next to Mycroft at the counter and ate, hearing the sounds of nails clicking against the floor.“Morning.” Anthea hums, in dragon form. Her iridescent halo scales preened to perfection.Mycroft smiled at Anthea. "Morning, Thea...hungry?" He asked softly, holding out a piece of bacon and fruit.“Mm yeah.” Anthea nods and flaps her wings, landing up on the counter next to him.Mycroft smiled and offered to share off his plate. "Sleep well?" He asked softly."You'll share with her, but not me?" Sherlock mumbled around the food in his mouth."For one she has better table manners, and secondly you never like to share." Mycroft replied.Anthea purrs as she eats.Greg smiles softly as he listens to them, sipping his tea.Mycroft smiled and went back to his breakfast.Sherlock scarffed down his food, before scampering off again.“He always has something going on, that one.” Anthea hums.Greg and John nod."Research." Mycroft commented. "For the hatchlings..."“Ah.” Anthea nods and licks her paws as she finishes eating.Mycroft wiped his paws on a napkin. He looked at Greg. "I think I'd like to go for a walk."“Sure, love. Where would you like to go?” Greg smiles softly."Just around the estate." Mycroft replied. "Plenty of room to roam."“Okay. You can show me around.” Greg nods. “Want to walk or be carried?”"I think I'd like to walk around...stretch out a bit." Mycroft answered with a smile.“Okay. I can scoop you up whenever you’d like.” Greg smiles and nods.Mycroft nodded and walked towards the door leading to the back gardens.Greg follows Mycroft, opening the door for him to go through.Mycroft smiles up at Greg before taking off into the grass. He rolled around in it, sighing happily.Greg chuckles and smiles as he watches Mycroft. “You really like it outside, huh?”"I haven't been able to enjoy it since before you found me..." Mycroft said, padding towards Greg. He spread his wings and took off.“Oh wow.” Greg gasps softly as Mycroft took off. “Look at you go.” He smiles.Mycroft smiled and shifted to a larger form in air. He landed not far from Greg, stretching his wings.“You’re gorgeous.” Greg grins.Mycroft smiled and moved to sit in front of Greg. "This isn't even my largest form...but that take a whole lot of energy."“Don’t tax yourself, pet.” Greg smiles and scratches Mycroft’s head gently.Mycroft leans into Greg's touch, purring loudly. He flapped his wings happily.Greg smiles softly, petting Mycroft.Mycroft tilted his head and licked Greg's hand. "...I'm going to fly for a bit. I need to stretch out, the city is too cramped to do so."“Sure I’ll be here.” Greg smiles."I'll be back in a few minutes. Feel free to explore while I'm gone." Mycroft said softly.“I’ll have a look at the gardens.” Greg smiles softly.Mycroft nodded before taking off into the sky. It felt good to be able to do this, he'd been in the city too long, even after his recovery.Greg watches Mycroft till he’s out of sight before walking around the gardens.Mycroft glided and dove through the air, feeling the freedom of flying in the open. As he neared the house again, Mycroft spotted Greg in the gardens.Greg hums, kneeling by a bush in the back of the garden.Mycroft hovers above, observing his mate to be.Greg puts on some gardening gloves he found on a bench before scooping up a little bird in the garden.Mycroft smiled, seeing the small bird in Greg's hand. He shifted into small form and dove down, landing not far from them.“Hello, love. Found this little one trembling in the bush. One of his legs is broken.” Greg shows Mycroft, the bird having three legs and one eye. “Magical creature of some sort. Don’t know what it’s called.” He shrugs. "I don't recognize him...but he's obviously comfortable around dragons. Let’s get him inside for Tabitha and Anthea to take a look at." Mycroft said softly.Greg nods and stands, holing the bird. “How do you feel?” He asks Mycroft as they go inside."I feel good. Nice to fly freely after so long." Mycroft replied with a smile.“Good.” Greg smiles and follows Mycroft.Mycroft easily found Tabitha and Anthea inside the house. "Thea...Greg found an injured creature in the gardens...can you help them?" He asked softly.“Let me have a look.” Tabitha nods and goes to inspect the creature.Mycroft watches as Tabitha looks the creature over. "They don't seem to be afraid of dragons."“No it doesn’t.” Tabitha nods, holding the creature as she examines it. “Must have gotten into a fight. We are getting into mating season.”Mycroft blushed and avoided looking at Greg. "Indeed."Greg raises a brow and looks to Mycroft, not sure what that means.Mycroft leaned over and whispered to Greg. "Heats and ruts...the urge to mate is strong." “Oh..” Greg nods.Mycroft hesitates before licking Greg's cheek.Greg smiles softly and pets him."Will they be alright?" Mycroft asked Tabitha. “Oh yeah. I’m just going to splint it’s leg for a few days and then we can let it go.” Tabitha smiles.Mycroft nodded. "We'll leave them in your capable hands." He said softly.“Okay.” Tabitha nods. “How are you feeling?” She asks, looking him over a bit."Alright...flew for a bit and felt pretty good." Mycroft answered.“Good good. No pains or anything? How’s the nausea?” Tabitha asks.Mycroft shook his head. "I'm okay for now..." He said softly.“That’s good to hear. Having your mate around helps ease symptoms.” She smokes.Mycroft nodded hesitantly. "I does." He said, looking at Greg.Greg smiles proudly, happy he can help Mycroft feel better.Mycroft moved closer to Greg. "I'd like to show Greg the estate...so we'll be off, if you don't need us anymore."“Of course. Go have fun.” Tabitha smiles and nods, going to take care of the little creature. Mycroft hopped up onto Greg's shoulders. "Let's go back outside..." He said softly.Greg smiles and pets Mycroft gently as they go inside."I want to show you my favorite place...the boat house by the lake." Mycroft said softly.“I’d love to see it.” Greg smiles softly, following Mycroft’s directions.Mycroft lead Greg down to the never used boat house. "I like it here, it’s peaceful."“It’s very nice. Serene.” Greg hums softly. Mycroft hopped off Greg's shoulders and shifted. He pressed himself against the man's back.Greg hums happily and relaxes back against Mycroft. “Hello, love..”Mycroft kissed the back of Greg's neck. "I want you..." He whispered.“You have me. Always.” Greg tips his head to the side."I'm...Gregory will you...I need you...please." Mycroft whimpered.Greg turns and kisses Mycroft. “Anything. Anything you want. I’m yours. Always.”"...will you take me?" Mycroft asked quietly.“Of course I will, love.” Greg nuzzles him.Mycroft rubbed himself against Greg. "I'll never get tired of hearing that word from you."“Mm which one?” Greg smirks and pick Mycroft up, carrying him to the small bed."Love..." Mycroft replied quietly. "I never thought I'd have that."“You have it. You have all of mine.” Greg nuzzles Mycroft and sits in the bed with Mycroft in his lap.Mycroft looks at Greg. "May I show you something?" He asked quietly.“Of course.” Greg smiles softly.Mycroft closes his eyes and concentrated. Soon his human form began to change, he now had wings, a tail, and a smattering of scales across his skin. Mycroft opened his eyes and looked at Greg. "I have a partially shifted form..." He said quietly.“Oh wow.” Greg gently rubs his hands over Mycroft’s body. “Gorgeous..”Mycroft shivered in delight, his wings fluttering behind him. "You really like it?" He asked softly.“I really do.” Greg smiles. “I don’t think I could ever not like you.”Mycroft wrapped his tail around Greg's leg. "I want you...make love to me."“With pleasure.” Greg grins and kisses Mycroft passionately.Mycroft kisses Greg back, hands roaming the man's body.Greg lays Mycroft back against the bed.Mycroft brought his wings up around them, like a cocoon. He spread his legs for Greg.“Should I stretch you or are you ready?” Greg nuzzles Mycroft."I'm ready." Mycroft whined. "Please, Gregory..."Greg holds him close and pushes into him gently.Mycroft whimpered. "Yes...Gregory...feel so good."“I’ve got you, pet. Just relax and feel.” Greg slowly starts to rock his hips.Mycroft puts his legs around Greg and closed his eyes, just letting himself feel.Greg presses soft kisses to Mycroft’s skin and scales, taking Mycroft slowly.Mycroft moved with Greg, running his hands up and down Greg's back.“You’re so warm. So perfect. I love you so much.” Greg whispers, rocking."I love you too!" Mycroft moaned loudly, his scaly cock throbbing powerfully between them.“You can come, love. I’ll keep fucking you till you’re ready to be finished.” Greg holds him closer.Mycroft moans. "Almost...unf...Gregory!" The intensity of his climax takes Mycroft by surprise.“That’s right, love. Let go. I’ve got you. So good, love. You’re doing so good” Greg praises, rocking into Mycroft.Mycroft whimpered and held Greg tightly. "Don't stop."Greg kisses him. “I’ve got you. Always.” He continues to rock into Mycroft.Mycroft made little noises as Greg continued to fuck him.Mycroft rocks deeper. “What do you need?”"You...just you...bond..." Mycroft panted.“Anything you want.” Greg groans, getting close.Mycroft pulled Greg's neck to his mouth and bit down with a moan.Greg groans and comes as Mycroft bites him.Mycroft feels a sharp zing of pleasure go through him as Greg cums from his bite. His cock spurting between them.Greg moans, cock throbbing inside Mycroft.Mycroft pulled his mouth away from Greg's neck, licking the bite. "...mmm, bonded." He murmured.“Mm good.” Greg kisses Mycroft happily.Mycroft kisses Greg back, running his hands up and down his newly bonded's back.Greg smiles against his lips. “I love you..”"I love you too." Mycroft replied softly.Greg smiles and cuddles him. “Was that okay?”Mycroft nodded. "Perfect." He smiled.Greg hums happily and presses their foreheads together.Mycroft places Greg's hand over his tummy. "Much better." He said, no longer feeling the magical pull.“Was it doing that because we weren’t bonded?” Greg raises a brow."That was my theory...and this is only a temporary bond...until a proper ceremony can be preformed." Mycroft replied softly.Greg nods and kisses Mycroft softly. “Okay.”"Lets go for a quick swim to clean up, then head back to the house..." Mycroft smiled.“Sure.” Greg smiles and nods.Mycroft lowers his wings and unwinds his tail from Greg's leg.Greg kisses him softly and smiles before getting up with him.Mycroft rolled over until he slipped into the water.Greg chuckles and follows him in.Mycroft popped up in small dragon form and swam around Greg.“Hello, handsome.” Greg grins.Mycroft spit a gentle stream of water at Greg as he swam.Greg chuckles and ducks.Mycroft ducks under the water and swims close to Greg, popping up right in front of him.Greg smiles and kisses Mycroft’s head."We should head back before I start to chill." Mycroft said softly.Greg nods and gets out. He scoops Mycroft up and dries him gently with his own discarded shirt on the bed.Mycroft crawled up to sit on Greg's shoulders, wrapping himself around the man's neck.Greg chuckles and pets Mycroft as he dries himself quickly.Mycroft purrs and nuzzles Greg's cheek.“Shall we go inside?”"Yes please...somewhere warm...and tea." Mycroft replied softly.Greg nods and carries Mycroft inside to the house. He changed and makes them tea, sitting on the couch with Mycroft.“Heads up, mother is in a mood.” Sherlock hums as he comes in with John, followed by Mrs. Holmes a few seconds later.Mycroft wrapped his tail around Greg's wrist. "Mummy?"Greg pets Mycroft gently, holding him close.“I am not in a mood.” Mrs. Holmes rolls her eyes. “Sherlock just says that when I say things he doesn’t like to hear.”"...and what would that be?" Mycroft asked cautiously.“All I said was that now that you’ve found a mate he should do the same. Neither of you are exactly spring chickens anymore.” Mrs. Holmes sits."Mother...dragons live for centuries...sometimes it takes a while to find the right one."Greg’s hand stills as he pets Mycroft before resuming.“He’s put it off for ages! He’s far to picky. He doesn’t have to mate for life his first time like you.” Mrs. Holmes sighs.Mycroft moved closer to Greg in embarrassment. "Just let him alone, Mummy. Sherlock is going to do what he wants, and the more you press him, the worse he'll get."Greg holds Mycroft close.“Mm I suppose you’d know that first hand.” Mrs. Holmes hums.Mycroft looked away, slightly hurt. "Yes..." He mumbled.“Well I think of Sherlock wants someone he can very well have them.” John says, quite cross with all this talk about Sherlock as if he wasn’t present.Mycroft didn't say anything, but looked at Sherlock sadly.Sherlock looks down at his hands in his lap, obviously upset.“Sherlock is very smart. Brilliant. When he is ready he’ll be ready. No one should make comments about it because they are not Sherlock and have no right to say anything that is his decision.” Greg says, knowing it’s not his place to speak out of turn in front of Mrs. Holmes but he’s always been protective of Sherlock and he’ll be damned if he just sits there and listens.Mycroft spread himself protectively over Greg's chest.“Oh don’t get your knickers in a twist, Gregory. I only want what’s best for Sherlock.” Mrs. Holmes raises a brow.“I never said it wasn’t. In fact I’m sure every person in this room wants what’s best for Sherlock but the only person that know what’s best for Sherlock is Sherlock. He’s a grown man. He can make his own decisions is all I’m saying.” Greg pets Mycroft gently, not wanting him to get upset.Mycroft could feel the anxiety rolling off Sherlock. He jumped off Greg and ran over to his brother. Mycroft took up a protective stance."Enough!" He hissed at his mother.“Do relax, Mycroft. Hysterics aren’t good for the hatchlings.” Mrs. Holmes frowns.Mycroft looked at his mother in shock, before shifting into human form, completely nude, and pulling Sherlock out of the room.Sherlock follows Mycroft out, on the verge of tears from what their mother said."Lets go for a walk." Mycroft said softly, shifting back into his dragon form.Sherlock nods and shifts as well.Mycroft leads Sherlock outside and into the gardens.Sherlock follows him, still sniffling.Mycroft turned and looked at Sherlock. "...are you alright?" He asked softly, placing a wing over Sherlock protectively.Sherlock nods and presses close to Mycroft, wiping his face with his paws."You know I'd never let her force a mate on you...though I do think you need to have a frank conversation with John." Mycroft said softly.“I.. I know..” Sherlock frowns."What is it, Lock?" Mycroft asked, using his wing to pull Sherlock close.“If I tell him I’ll lose him..” Sherlock frowns. “I.. I love him.” He sobs.Mycroft holds Sherlock close. "You never know unless you try...better to try and fail, then have never tried at all. If he says he doesn't feel that way, I suggest asking him to still be your friend. John's a loyal man..." He said softly.“But I am not a good man. I could never be truly happy for him if he was with someone else. He deserves so much better than me..” Sherlock presses close as he cries.Mycroft wraps his wings around Sherlock. "I'm sorry, Lock..." He whispers.Sherlock sniffles, trying to get ahold of himself. “Please don’t be angry at Greg for sticking up for me against Mummy..”"I'm not angry with Gregory. I'm upset with Mummy for pushing you." Mycroft said softly.“I know.” Sherlock nods. “I.. I’m a little surprised Gregory said those things. It’s very hard to speak against mummy. He’s a good mate for you..”"Gregory's very protective." Mycroft smiled softly.Sherlock smiles softly and nods. “I’m glad you have him.”"As am I...you know he cares about you...he'll protect you, especially from Mummy." Mycroft replied softly.“I know. He’s good. He.. He saved me from myself. Before John.” Sherlock nods.Mycroft nodded. "You always have us...if you need anything." He said softly.“I know. Thank you.” Sherlock smiles softly."Of course, Lock. Shall we keep walking, go for a fly, or return to the house?"“Fly? Please? If you’re not to tired.”"I'm fine. Let's go for a fly then." Mycroft smiled softly.“Okay.” Sherlock smiles and nods.Mycroft begins to walk off, spreading his wings. "Coming?"Sherlock grins and gets a running start, taking off with a powerful flap.Mycroft took of into the air.Sherlock soars happily, feeling free.Mycroft smiled at Sherlock as they flew.Sherlock does barrel rolls and tricks.Mycroft chuckled and flew around Sherlock as he did his tricks. He was glad his brother was enjoying himself and no longer thinking about the pressure of talking to John or finding a mate.Sherlock grins and flies upside down.Mycroft shakes his head. "Having fun?" He asked with a smile.“Yeah.” Sherlock smiles. “How does it feel? Flying with hatchlings?”"A little heavier...takes more effort, but still nice." Mycroft replied softly.Sherlock hums and nods. “Don’t let yourself get to tired.”Mycroft nodded. "I won't..." He replied, flying towards a tree branch and perching on it.Sherlock perches next to him."Its nice to have all this room, isn't it?" Mycroft asked softly. "No flight restrictions, unlike the city."“It’s nice. Open. Not enough energy for me here though.” Sherlock hums."I know you prefer the city, but its nice to get a break too." Mycroft smiled.Sherlock nods, silent for a while. “I’m going to tell john.” He says suddenly.Mycroft looked at Sherlock in surprise. "Would you like me to be there?" He asked softly.“No. I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to tell him and whatever happens happens.” Sherlock nods."A very mature decision. I'll be here if you need me." Mycroft replied softly.“Thank you.” Sherlock smiles softly.Mycroft nods, hugging Sherlock. "Good luck, brother mine." He said softly.“Thank you.” Sherlock hugs Mycroft back.Mycroft looked over Sherlock's shoulder and saw Greg and John walking towards them.“Seems like mummy kicked them out.” Sherlock hums."Indeed...perhaps now is a good time to have that chat with John?" Mycroft suggested.Sherlock nods and picks at none existent lint, nervous."Pick somewhere you're comfortable to have the discussion." Mycroft said softly. "Or you could yell it at him from here." He said before flying down to land on Greg's shoulder.“Mm Hello, handsome.” Greg kisses Mycroft’s cheek. “Have a nice flight?”Sherlock flys down and lands in front of John. “I don’t want to go back to Mummy yet. Come walk with me?” He looks up at John."Yes, thank you." Mycroft smiled, nuzzling Greg's cheek.John nodded. "Sure. Lead the way." He smiled.“How are you feeling?” Greg asks as he walks to the water, petting Mycroft gently.Sherlock smiles and flaps his wings, faking Johns shoulder high as he leads them out onto the pier."I'm alright...maybe a little tired. Flying feels good, but takes more effort with hatchlings." Mycroft replied softly.John smiled at Sherlock. "You know...I almost prefer you in this form...its kind of adorable ." He admitted.“Want to go in for a nap?” Greg strokes Mycroft’s head gently.“You just like that I’m finally shorter than you.” Sherlock teases.Mycroft nodded. "I think so."John chuckled. "Yeah...that must be it."Greg carries Mycroft up to the house.Sherlock is quiet for a while, sitting on the railing of the pier. “John..”Mycroft leans into Greg's embrace happily."Yeah?" John asked, looking at Sherlock.Greg smiles softly and takes Mycroft back up to their room.“I.. I don’t really know how to say this.” Sherlock’s tail swishes nervously.One in their room, Mycroft jumped out of Greg's arms and onto the bed. He burrowed under the heated blanket."What is it?" John asked.“Better?” Greg smiles softly, taking off his coat and wonders of Mycroft wants it as nesting.Sherlock gets antsy, a bit panicky even. “I....” He mumbles to quiet to hear.Mycroft pokes his head out and grabs for Greg's pajamas, still laying on the bed. He pulls them under the covers with him."Sorry...I didn't catch that..." John replied softly.Greg chuckles and pulls off his shirt, holding it in front of Mycroft’s little cover cave.“I’minlovewithyou.” Sherlock says in a rush.One of Mycroft's paws reached out and snatched the shirt, pulling it into his cave.John looked at Sherlock, trying to process what the dragon had said. "...are...wait...as in romantically?" He asked quietly.Greg chuckles and smiles. “Am I invited into the cave?”Sherlock nods, looking anywhere but at John. His tail whips nervously.Mycroft poked his paw back out and gave Greg a come hither gesture.John licked his lips nervously. "...I have romantic feelings for you...but...I've never been with a man...I'm not sure I'd be able to give you what you need." John said softly.Greg smiles softly and joins Mycroft under the covers in his cave.Sherlock just blinks up at him, not processing what John said.Mycroft purrs and licks Greg's face.John moves closer to Sherlock. "I love you too..." He replied softly.Greg smiles and holds Mycroft close with all his nesting.Sherlock flies up and presses himself against John’s chest.Mycroft purrs and snuggles into Greg."Wha-oh, hello." John smiled, holding Sherlock close. "You were worried I wouldn't feel the same?"Greg cuddles Mycroft and kisses his head, scratching his back scales gently. “Feeling okay, baby?”Sherlock sniffles and nods.Mycroft nodded. "The urge to nest...it just...hit me..." He said quietly.John holds Sherlock tighter. "I love you...but I hope you're alright with just that...for now." He said softly.“It’s okay. I just wanna make sure you have what you need.” Greg says softly.“It’s fine. It’s wonderful. Perfect. I just want you any way I can have you.” Sherlock mumbles.Mycroft nodded. "You've already given me so much more than I could have hoped for." He replied softly.John kissed the top of Sherlock's head. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."Greg kisses his head. “You deserve it. And more.”Sherlock nods, holding onto John with his little paws.Mycroft nuzzled Greg's neck.John pets Sherlock gently.Greg rubs his back gently.Sherlock relaxes into John.Mycroft licks Greg's face. "Love you.""How about we get some snacks and binge watch something?" John suggested.“I love you, too. So much.” Greg smiles.“Yes please.” Sherlock nods.Mycroft closed his eyes and snuggled Greg.John smiled and nodded, heading back towards the house.“Rest, love. I’ve got you. All of you.” Greg says softly, rubbing his thumb against Mycroft’s belly.Sherlock coils around John’s neck.Mycroft purred contentedly.John smiled and walked back into the house. He made a quick stop in the kitchen before going up to the room they were sharing.“My love. My gorgeous man. Carrying our babies.” Greg says softly, continuing to rub his belly.“I’m sorry my mother made us share a room..” Sherlock says quietly.Mycroft's body began to react to Greg's touch."Its alright...not like we don't live together." John smiled softly.“My good boy. My darling.” Greg kisses his head softly.“Separate rooms though. Even though Mrs. Hudson insisted otherwise. She always knew, didn’t she?” Sherlock looks up at John.Mycroft purred and rubs himself against Greg."Yeah...she's a lot smarter than we give her credit for." John chuckled.Greg chuckles softly. “Getting excited, my darling?”Sherlock hums and nods.Mycroft nodded. "You always excite me.""So...what do you wanna watch?" John asked.“Should I help you get off so you can sleep? Tabitha did say orgasms help you and the babies.” Greg nuzzles him.“You pick.” Sherlock cuddles into Johns chest, clawing gently at his shirt."What about you?" Mycroft asked softly."How about some Doctor Who?" John suggested.“What about me?” Greg rubs his belly.“Okay.” Sherlock licks John’s cheek."Its not fair that I get off and you don't." Mycroft answered.John pulled up an episode on his laptop and set it on the bed.“I kinda get off on making you feel good.” Greg blushes.Sherlock purrs softly."Alright...if you're sure...I'd like to get off and then have a nap." Mycroft replied softly.John scratches Sherlock's head gently as they watched Doctor Who.“What would you like?” Greg rubs his hips.Sherlock mewls, relaxing."Anything." Mycroft breathed.John pulls the tray of snacks closer to them.“Would you like me to use my hands? Or mouth? Or cock? You can have anything. All of me.” Greg rubs the inside of Mycroft’s thighs.Sherlock licks at Johns throat."Your hands...touch me." Mycroft panted.John chuckled. "That tickles."Greg gently rubs his thumb over Mycroft cock and his belly.Sherlock laughs softly, standing on Johns chest and licking his face."That feels good." Mycroft moaned.John giggled. "Now you're doing it on purpose."Greg holds Mycroft close, slowly increasing the pressure of his thumb.“What? No. Never.” Sherlock laughs.Mycroft squirmed against Greg's touch, moaning.John laughed. "You are..."“Want me to lick you?” Greg asks.“Maybe.” Sherlock’s smiles.Mycroft whined and nodded.John smirked and began tickling Sherlock back.Greg moves and leans in, kissing Mycroft’s belly gently.Sherlock blushes and giggles, pressing closer.Mycroft squirmed and pressed himself against Greg's lips.John continued to tickle Sherlock further.Greg gently licks his cock.Sherlock blushes and giggles, hopping around.Mycroft moans and fists his paws in Greg's hair."Come here you." John chuckled, chasing Sherlock with his hands.Greg holds him close, licking his cock.Sherlock laughs and hops around the bed, evading Johns hands.Mycroft whimpered and rocked against Greg.John caught one of Sherlock's legs and held it in one hand as he tickled it with the other.Greg holds his tongue out and let’s Mycroft rock against it.Sherlock squeals and tries to push Johns hands off with his little paws, laughing.Mycroft moans and presses his cock harder against Greg's tongue. "You're so good to me."John smiled. "Give up yet?"Greg holds Mycroft close and sucks him gently.“Never!” Sherlock grins and makes himself bigger, about the size of a lapdog.Mycroft let his head fall back as Greg began to suck him off.Sherlock's ankle slipped out of his hand and John had to scrabble to keep a hold of the dragon.Greg rubs Mycroft’s belly as he sucks him., ramping it up.Sherlock laughs as he flaps his wings, flying above John teasingly.Mycroft whimpered at the contact, his climax hitting him with surprise.John smiled and laughed. "Alright...you win."Greg groans softly and licks him clean.Sherlock grins and drops down onto Johns chest.Mycroft squirms. "Too much...""Uoff. You got me." John chuckled, running a hand over Sherlock's head.Greg gently pulls back.“Mm..” Sherlock purrs and nuzzles into Johns hand.Mycroft let go of Greg's head and licked his face.John smiled and continued to pet Sherlock.Greg smiles and nuzzles Mycroft.Sherlock melts against John, cuddled close."Thank you, love you." Mycroft said softly.John holds Sherlock close to his chest. "I like that noise...the happy one...its like...like a purr."“Anything for you.” Greg holds Mycroft in his nest.Sherlock feels his face heat. “I’ve never made that noise with anyone else before..”"We're going to have to buy some supplies when we return home." Mycroft said softly."Really?" John asked surprised. "I like it."“Like what?” Greg pulls the heated blanket around Mycroft more.“Really.” Sherlock nods. “I’m glad.”"The biggest thing will be the incubators...but...I'm going to need nesting materials. Lots. And a stockpile of meat and fruit." Mycroft replied softly.John smiled. "You're just too adorable."Greg nods. “I have a friend who runs a meat packing place. He’ll get us the best cuts he’s got.”“Shush.” Sherlock hides his face with his paws.Mycroft nodded. "That would be nice." He smiled."Awww, Sherlock...you know you're cute." John kissed the top of John's head.“Good.” Greg kisses Mycroft’s head.“I didn’t know I was cute to you.” Sherlock mumbles.Mycroft purred and nuzzled Greg."You are...promise." John replied softly.Greg smiles softly and cuddles Mycroft. “Nap?”Sherlock purrs and curls up on John’s chest. "Yes please." Mycroft nodded curling up against Greg's chest.John held him close. "Happy?" He asked softly.Greg holds Mycroft close, covering him with the heated blanket.“Mmhmm..” Sherlock purrs happily.Mycroft closes his eyes and begins to drift off, purring happily in his sleep.John smiled. "Good." He said, turning his head back to the laptop to watch the remainder of the episode.Greg cuddles Mycroft close, dozing off with him.Sherlock slowly falls asleep slowly on Johns chest.
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A few hours later both room were being woken up for dinner.Greg carries Mycroft out to the table.Mycroft sits on Greg's lap when he sits at the table.John offers the same to Sherlock.Greg smiles softly, feeding Mycroft as he eats.Sherlock relaxes in Johns lap.Mycroft smiled happily as they ate together.John attempted to feed Sherlock little bites while he ate.“What do you want more of? Or less of?” Greg asks, smiling down at Mycroft.Sherlock eats frugally, licking John’s fingers.Mycroft points to the roast in front of them.John feels a tingling sensation go through him when Sherlock licked his fingers.Greg smiles and cuts more roast, offering small chunks to Mycroft.“What’s the matter? You made a face.” Sherlock looks up at John.Mycroft smiled and eagerly took the offered roast bits."Just tickles..." John smiled softly at Sherlock.Greg smiles, petting Mycroft happily as he feeds him.“Oh.” Sherlock giggles.Mycroft smiled, purring happily as he was fed."Oh, no you don't...don't even think about it." John smiled.“Good?” Greg smiles.“Think about what?” Sherlock asks innocently.Mycroft nodded, rubbing his tummy."You know what...tickling me on purpose." John chuckled.“Full?” Greg lets him.“Ohhhhh.” Sherlock plays coy.Mycroft nodded with a sappy smile.John tucks his hands into his armpits to keep Sherlock from licking them.“Good.” Greg kisses his head.Sherlock jumps up and licks John’s nose.Mycroft purrs and leans his head up for a proper kiss."Hey!" John chuckles, wiping at his nose.Greg kisses Mycroft’s snout.Sherlock laughs happily, smiling up at John.Mycroft grins and nuzzles into Greg.John scratches Sherlock's head.Greg smiles and cuddles Mycroft happily.Sherlock purrs softly."Lets go for a walk." Mycroft said quietly.John smiled and went back to eating and occasionally feeding Sherlock.Greg nods and stands, carrying Mycroft outside. “Your mum was very quiet.” He hums. “She didn’t say anything all dinner.”Sherlock eats happily, licking Johns fingers coyly.Mycroft shrugged. "She got what she wanted in the end."John just rolls his eyes at Sherlock's antics.“Which was?” Greg raises his brow.Sherlock prances around happily on Johns lap."Sherlock having a partner." Mycroft replied quietly.John pushed his plate away. "I'm full..."“Ah.” Greg nods.“So am I.” Sherlock hums."Her intentions are good but her methods are crap." Mycroft sighed.John nodded, holding on to Sherlock and standing.“Yeah.” Greg nods. “I.. When we go back home we should go talk to my parents.. Or my adoptive parents that is..”Mrs. Holmes watches them."They raised you, and loved you...they're your real parents." Mycroft said softly.John carried Sherlock out of the dining room. "Now what?"“I know. It’s just.. They never told me.” Greg sighs softly. “You’ll like them though.”“Dunno.” Sherlock hums, wrapping his tail around John’s wrist."I'm sure they're wonderful." Mycroft smiled softly."More Dr. Who?" John suggested.“Should.. Should we tell them?” Greg asks softly.“Sure.” Sherlock smiles."Thats up to you. I don't think you should let this new knowledge skew your view of them." Mycroft replied softly.John nodded, walking back up to their room. “That too but I meant about the babies..” Greg says softly.“What did you mean when you said no sex?” Sherlock asks."Oh...I don't mind if we tell them." Mycroft replied.John froze. "I...uh...I've never been attracted to men..."“Okay. Good.” Greg smiles softly.“What about Sholto?” Sherlock frowns.Mycroft nodded. "I hope they'll be...happy." He said quietly."We never had sex...of any kind." John replied. "He was my mentor and nothing else."“Of course they will. They’ll love you. You make me happy.” Greg kisses Mycroft’s head.“But you loved him.” Sherlock frowns.Mycroft leaned his head back and licked Greg's cheek. He smiled softly.John raised an eyebrow. "According to who? We were friends, nothing more."Greg smiles and nuzzles him.“I saw it. I saw how you pined for him. It’s then I realized..” Sherlock clamps his mouth shut. “Never mind.”Mycroft purrs happily."I was pining for you, idiot." John replied. "Sholto was, is my friend. I don’t have any feelings for him."Greg smiles happily as they walk, carrying Mycroft and holding him close.“You looked at us the same way. Like we were something far away that you’d never be able to touch.” Sherlock frowns. “That’s when I knew you loved me. After you married Mary...”Mycroft relaxes into Greg.John sighed. "You said you were married to your work. I didn't think it was possible...for us. I did love her in a way...it just wasn't the same...being with her didn't compare to being with you."“Want to walk anywhere in particular?” Greg asks, wandering through the garden.“What was I supposed to say?” Sherlock flicks his tail nervously."No, this is nice." Mycroft replied softly."I don't know. You could have mentioned your feelings at any time after that. I married Marry because...I couldn't have you and she was the closest I'd ever get to you..." John replied.“Okay.” Greg smiles softly.Sherlock stays quiet, looking away."I'd like to stay here a little while longer...maybe we could invite your parents?" Mycroft suggested."Sherlock?" John asked softly. "I'm sorry...I...maybe I'm not gay...but, maybe I'm Sherlock-sexual." He said quietly.“Sure. Maybe they could come for dinner?” Greg asks.“I don’t.. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want. Sex has never been a big part of my life. But I know it if for you.” Sherlock mumbles.Mycroft nodded. "That would be nice."John sighed. "I lied...when we were sitting at the dinner table...and you were licking my fingers...I lied about it tickling...I found it arousing."“I’ll have to ask your mom.” Greg hums.“Oh.” Sherlock blinks.Mycroft nodded. "I don't think she'd argue about it.""I don't know if I can...go all the way...but I'm willing to...uh...experiment..." John said softly.“I don’t think she would either but I’ll still ask.” Greg says softly.Sherlock blushes and nods.Mycroft nodded. "We can ask tomorrow. Let Mummy recover from the days events."John kissed the top of Sherlock's head. "I love you." He said softly.“Probably best.” Greg agrees.“I love you, too..” Sherlock whispers.Mycroft smiled. "I'd like to go back to the nest now..."John smiled. "Are we okay?"“Okay.” Greg nods and takes Mycroft back to the nest. “Better?” He smiles softly once they’re all snuggled in again.Sherlock nods. “Better than we’ve ever been.” He smiles shyly.Mycroft nodded. "Very...cozy." He purred.John smiled and nodded "Good."“Good.” Greg smiles and kisses his head.Sherlock cuddles into John happily.Mycroft licked Greg's cheek and nuzzled into his chest.John scratches behind Sherlock's ears.Greg hums happily and snuggles Mycroft close.Sherlock purrs softly.Mycroft closed his eyes and began to fall asleep.John sat on the bed and set up the laptop again, putting on another episode of Dr. Who.Greg cuddles Mycroft close, making sure he’s warm.Sherlock curls up on John’s chest.The next morning Mycroft woke in his human form, snuggled in Greg's arms.John had fallen asleep with Sherlock on his chest.Greg holds Mycroft close as he sleeps, on arm wrapped around his shoulders and the other with a hand on Mycroft’s belly protectively.Mycroft shifts closer to Greg in his sleep, nuzzling into the man's neck.“Mm..” Greg holds him close.Mycroft smiled in his sleep.Greg cuddles Mycroft close, making sure he can feel him.Mycroft whimpered and pressed against Greg, just needing to make sure he was still there.“Love..” Greg mumbles softly, pressing Mycroft to his chest.Mycroft purred in his sleep, shifting against Greg.Greg slowly wakes, peeking down at Mycroft.Mycroft rolled in Greg's arms, nuzzling his mate.Greg smiles softly and gently kisses his head.Mycroft slowly wakes up. "Greg-gory..."“Morning, love.” He says softly.Mycroft purred and snuggled closer. "You smell good."“Yeah?” Greg chuckles softly.Mycroft nodded, licking Greg's neck and purring.Greg chuckles and tips his head back giving Mycroft more room.Mycroft began licking and sucking his way down Greg's chest.Greg’s chuckle soon turns to a groan.Mycroft made his way down to Greg's hardening cock. He licked a long stripe sown the shaft.“Oh love..” Greg moans, his cock twitching.Mycroft envelopes Greg's cock with his mouth.Greg moans, his cock throbbing.Mycroft sucks vigorously, rubbing his own cock against the mattress.Greg gasps and comes hard.Mycroft swallowed Greg's release and crawled back up his mates body.“I love you so much.” Greg kisses his face.Mycroft purred, and kissed Greg lovingly.Greg kisses him back, holding him close.Mycroft smiled into the kiss, running his hands up Greg's back.“I love you so much.” Greg mumbles against his lips and wraps his arms around him. “Huh..”"Love you too." Mycroft whispered.“Love.. You have a little bump.” Greg says softly as he feels Mycroft’s belly presses against him.Mycroft looks down at himself under the covers. "Oh...they're growing fast." He said quietly.Greg smiles softly and gently rubs Mycroft’s belly.Mycroft pushes into Greg's hand with a purr. Greg grins and kisses Mycroft happily. “Our babies.” He rubs Mycroft’s belly.Mycroft kisses Greg back, holding him close. Greg smiles and holds Mycroft, nuzzling him. “I love you. So much.”"I love you too." Mycroft replied with a loud purrr.Greg kisses Mycroft again.Mycroft gently pushes Greg onto his back and straddles him.“Mm Hello.” Greg smiles up at Mycroft, rubbing his hands over Mycroft’s hips.Mycroft runs a hand over his bump. "It'll only be a few weeks before the eggs come."Greg nods. “Are you okay with that?” He asks softly.Mycroft nodded. "Are you?" He asked softly. "Eggs are a lot of time and effort."“I am.” Greg nods, gently rubbing Mycroft’s belly. “I’m.. Excited.”"It will be an adventure." Mycroft smiled, placing one of Greg's hands over his bump.“Our adventure.” Greg smiles happily up at him.Mycroft nodded, leaning over and kissing Greg.Greg kisses Mycroft back tenderly.Mycroft moves to lay, stretched out on top of Greg.Greg cuddles Mycroft, pressing gentle kisses to his skin.Mycroft relaxes into Greg's touch and just allows himself to feel.Greg runs his hands over Mycroft’s back.Mycroft purrs and nuzzles Greg's neck.Greg smiles softly and kisses Mycroft’s head. “Do you need me to get you anything?”"Maybe some breakfast." Mycroft replied softly.“What would you like?” Greg nuzzles him."Whatever..." Mycroft mumbled.“Eggs and bacon?” Greg suggests.Mycroft nodded. "Sounds good."“Want to stay here or come out with me?” Greg asks."Stay here." He said, cuddling under the blankets.“Okay.” Greg kisses Mycroft’s head and tucks him in after getting up.Mycroft smiled at Greg. "Lots of bacon..."Greg chuckles and nods. “Lots of bacon.” He goes to make Mycroft breakfast.Mycroft purred and rolled in the sheets, basking in his mate's smell.Anthea scratches at the door gently a few minutes later. “Myc?”"Anthea? What is it?" Mycroft asked softly, wrapping the sheet around himself and answering the door.“Just wanted to see how you’re doing.” Anthea says softly."Oh...uh...I'm fine. The eggs have begun to grow faster." He said, placing a protective hand over his bump.“Oh wow. That’s a good sign. Tabitha said she should have some results by this afternoon.” Anthea smiles.Mycroft nodded. "Good." He paused. "I'm not going to like...passing...these eggs, am I?"“It’s not the most comfortable thing no..” Anthea sighs a bit. “If your mate holds you it’s not as bad. And if you’re in your biggest form.”"It'll be rather hard for him to hold me in that form." Mycroft sighed, sitting down on the bed.“I know.” Anthea sighs. “I.. I was a surrogate.” She says softly. “Before you knew me.”"Really?" Mycroft asked in disbelief. "I wouldn't have ever guessed."“It put me through Uni.” Anthea shrugs.Mycroft's eyes widened. "You got pregnant for someone else...to pay for university?" He asked shocked. "I wish I'd known you then...I could have helped." He said quietly.“It was fine. I’m an orphan and being a waitress wasn’t cutting it so it was either be a surrogate or go into porn.” Anthea laughs softly. “I birthed four eggs in total. After I passed them the parents would take them and incubate them. It’s always a little sad after but they have good families.” She smiles softly.Mycroft nodded. "...have you never wanted hatchlings of your own?" He asked quietly.“Maybe someday.” Anthea shrugs.Mycroft nodded. "Is there...anything I should be...uh...concerned about? Or anything I should know?"“For the first few days after you’ve birthed the eggs you’re going to absolutely hate anyone that comes near then except for your mate.” Anthea hums. “Even me.”"Ah...good to know. I hope you don't take it personally." Mycroft replied softly.“Of course not.” Anthea smiles softly and sits on the edge of the bed. “It’ll be okay. You’ll see. You’ll be so happy.”Mycroft nodded. "Is there anything else I should be ready for?"“When you get close to birthing the hatchlings you’ll be desperately horny. Almost as bad as a heat.” Anthea laughs softly. “It’s just your body trying figure out what’s happening. Having your mate fuck you helps. Your mate’s cum helps sooth your body.”Mycroft blushed at her bluntness. "Good to know...though I suppose being horny isn't a huge change."Anthea hums and nods. “Not that much. But it’s different. When you’re in heat it’s more to be soothed of the cramping and the pain. But with this it’s.. it’s to know you’re safe?”"So...making love vs the need to fuck. Got it." Mycroft nodded with a smirk.“Exactly.” Anthea laughs softly."I'm going to need help, when the hatchlings are...out. Greg will go back to work, and so will I. Will you help me with keeping the hatchlings at work?"“Of course.” Anthea nods, zero hesitation."Thank you." Mycroft said with a small smile. "That means a lot to me."Anthea smiles softly and nods. “You know I’m here for you. Always.”Mycroft nodded as Greg entered the room.“Breakfast.” Greg smiles, carrying in the tray. "Thank you Gregory." Mycroft smiled softly.“Of course.” Greg smiles and sits on the bed with Mycroft.Mycroft reaches for a piece of bacon. "Mmmm. Thats good."“Good.” Greg smiles and feeds Mycroft.Anthea smiles softly. “Mycroft was just asking me questions.”"She's very knowledgeable." Mycroft smiled, continuing to eat.“Oh that’s good.” Greg smiles, feeding Mycroft.“I’m always happy to help.” Anthea smiles."Thea says I'm going to have to pass the eggs while in full form." Mycroft said between bites.“Okay.” Greg nods. “How big is that exactly?”"Too big for you to hold." Mycroft answered.“Oh.” Greg nods. “So big then.”Mycroft nodded. "You'd probably only be able to hold onto my leg."“I’ll do whatever I can.” Greg kisses his head. "Which I appreciate." Mycroft said softly.Greg smiles softly, wrapping his arm around Mycroft.Mycroft leaned into Greg. "You're so good to me." He smiled.“I try to be.” Greg cuddles Mycroft, Anthea having left them be.Mycroft kissed Greg's cheek before returning to breakfast.Greg kisses Mycroft’s head and feeds him."You're such a good mate. I'm very lucky to have you." Mycroft said between bites.“I hope so. I’m trying my best. You’ll have to tell me if I’m doing something wrong.” Greg says softly."I will. You're doing wonderful do far." Mycroft replied softly.“I’m glad.” Greg kisses Mycroft’s head softly. “Just let me know if I’m not.”"I will." Mycroft smiled. "You know you don't have to...uh...be here all the time. Not that I don't want you here. I do, very much...but I also know your work is important to you...so, I suppose what I'm trying to say is that if you wanted to go back to work, I wouldn't be offended." He said softly.“Tomorrow I’ll go back to work and then when you get close to having the hatchlings I’ll take time off. I’m sure Anthea can get me more time off.” Greg kisses his head. “I don’t want you to feel stifled by me. I know you’re independent so I want you to have your space.”"If I return to London, I'll be bringing Tabitha and Anthea with me." Mycroft replied softly. "I'll need them to help and keep an eye on the pregnancy." Mycroft kissed Greg's cheek. "I want to be close to you...or have the ability to be so when I need it."“Anything you need, love. We’ll do it.” Greg nods and smiles softly.Mycroft nodded. "Will you move in with me, if I go back to London?" He asked quietly.“I want to be as close to you as possible.” Greg nods.Mycroft nodded. "I'd like that." He purred.Greg smiles and kisses Mycroft’s head."So...we can return to London together then." Mycroft replied, leaning further into Greg's embrace.“If you want.” Greg smiles softly.Mycroft nodded. "Please." He said softly. "Rub my tummy?"“With pleasure.” Greg smiles and holds Mycroft close, gently rubbing Mycroft’s belly.Mycroft purred, feeling content with his mate.A week later Mycroft returned to his London flat. He'd found that Greg had already moved in, the man's scent lingered throughout the house. He called out to his mate, but found no answer. Mycroft came to the conclusion that Greg was at work.“Is there anything I can get you, Myc?” Anthea asks as she sets down the bags.Mycroft looked at Anthea. "I'm a little hungry...would you mind fixing something while I begin work on a nest?" He asked quietly.“Of course.” Anthea smiles softly. “Greg should be home within the hour.”"Thank you." Mycroft nodded, before heading upstairs to his bedroom. He opened the door to find...a huge nest of pillows and blankets on the bed. Mycroft shifted and jumped into the nest.Greg has left a huge pile of blankets and pillows with his used shirts mixed in for Mycroft when he arrives home. He also left a note.Mycroft opened the letter Greg had left and smiled. He snuggled down under an old shirt and between a couple of pillows, to read.‘Hello, my darling. If you’re reading this that means you made it home before me. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to greet you. Hopefully the best I piled up will suffice. I’m not sure if it’s to your liking but you can teach me when I get home. I’ve been reading up on things. I’m sure you noticed the stack of books at the bedside. I’ve made notes as well that I want to talk to you about. I love you and I’ll be home soon. Always yours, Gregory.’Mycroft hugged the letter to his chest when he heard Anthea enter the room. Mycroft poked his head out of the nest and looked at her.“Oh wow that was fast.” Anthea says as she walks in carrying the snack tray, not expecting Mycroft to be done already making the nest."Gregory made it for me." Mycroft smiled, holding out the note to Anthea.Anthea reads the note. “Aww.” She smiles. “You have a good mate.”Mycroft nodded, looking at the tray. "Anything good?" He asked softly.“Lots.” Anthea sets down the tray with meats and cheeses and fruits and breads."Oh...yummy." Mycroft grinned. "Eat with me?"Anthea nods and sits with him."Thank you." Mycroft said, grabbing some food off the tray. "I hope you found the guest room to your liking."“It’s perfect. Thank you.” Anthea smiles. “When is Tabitha arriving?”"Within the week." Mycroft answered, eating a bite of fruit. "She wanted to get a few things before coming to London."“Oh alright. That’s good.” Anthea smiles softly."She said something about crystals and herbs." Mycroft smiled.“Ah she’s going old school. Your mum must have told her.” Anthea hums."Told her what?" Mycroft asked curiously.“That your mum prefers the old school way.”"Yes. Always traditional, Mummy." Mycroft replied softly.Anthea hums and nods."Except with Gregory, of course." Mycroft smiled.“Completely out of left field there.” Anthea laughs."But not unwelcome." Mycroft replied around a mouthful of food.“Definitely not.” Anthea smiles softly."I love him...and I think Mummy's happy with that." Mycroft replied.“I’m sure she is.” Anthea nods."And you? Are you pleased with my choice of mate?" Mycroft asked softly.“I am but you know you don’t need my approval.” Anthea smiles softly. “If anything you have more discerning taste than I do.”"Oh? Why is that?"Mycroft asked curiously.“Let’s just say I can be a bit of a slut during my heats.” Anthea laughs softly.Mycroft blushed. "...I was that way with Gregory." He said quietly.“But you already had feelings for each other. I have multiple different partners during my heats.” Anthea blushes.Mycroft shrugged. "If thats what you like...I'm not judging." He smiled.“I do.” Anthea blushes more."Are they always the same or someone different every time?" Mycroft asked.“Different. Sometimes one for a whole heat but usually different. Sometimes they call friends over for a turn as well.” Anthea mewls a bit excitedly."Kinky." Mycroft smiled softly. "Not that there's anything wrong with kinky."Anthea laughs and smiles. “I get by.”Mycroft blushed, continuing to eat the snacks that Anthea had brought him.“Variety is the spice of life. I just haven’t found someone I can settle down with yet.” Anthea sighs."You'll find that special person." Mycroft smiled softly. "What about the quiet nerd in the tech department? The one who makes all the gadgets for MI6?"“He’s like us?” Anthea raises a brow. “I did think he smelled good..”"He's a good man." Mycroft replied with a smile.“Maybe I will then. My heat is in a week anyway so we’ll see.” Molly giggles.Mycroft smiled. "He'd be lucky to be with you."Anthea blushes and smiles softly. “You think?”Mycroft nodded. "You're an amazing woman, anyone would be luck to have you." He said softly.Anthea blushes and smiles. “Thanks, Myc.” She hums. “Should I text him?”"You're welcome. Yes, you should." Mycroft replied softly.Anthea blushes and pulls out her phone. “What should I say?”"Ask him out. Coffee, lunch, dinner, or a movie." Mycroft suggested.“Coffee. Coffee is good.” Anthea nods and texts him for a coffee date. “Would it be weird if I mention my heat is soon? I don’t want him to think I’m using him but also I don’t want him to think I’m weird for disappearing.”"I would say that you may be unavailable for some time after your date due to a scheduled heat." Mycroft replied.“Okay.” Anthea nods and sends the text. “We’ll see how it goes.” She smiles.Mycroft nodded and waited for a reply to the text. When Anthea's phone vibrated he shifted in anticipation. "What did he say?"Anthea opens the phone and looks at the text. “He said yes!”"Good for you." Mycroft smiled. "See, I told you I'd work out."“You did.” Anthea laughs."Don't worry, it'll be great." Mycroft smiled, leaning against Anthea.Anthea smiles softly and runs her fingers through his hair.Mycroft purred softly. "Thank you for keeping me company until Gregory gets home." He smiled.“Of course. You’re my best friend so I like that we can hang out outside of work.” Anthea smiles."We'll be spending a lot of time together in the coming months..." Mycroft replied.Anthea smiles and nods. “Worried or excited?”"Both. I'm glad you'll be here, but I worry about how my hormones might make me irritable and make you hate me." Mycroft replied quietly.“You know I couldn’t hate you.” Anthea laughs softly. “How about we have a code word for when you feel I’m boing annoying or when I think your acting a bit hormonal?” Anthea suggests."Alright...any suggestions? Penguin?" Mycroft asked.“Penguin. I like it.” Anthea smiles and nods."Its not something I'd use in everyday conversation, unless we were talking about the zoo or a documentary."Anthea nods. “It’s good.”Mycroft nodded. "I miss Gregory..." He said quietly.“He’ll be home soon. Wanna watch him on a camera?” Anthea offers.Mycroft nodded eagerly. "Yes please." He smiled.Anthea laughs softly and pulls out her phone, bringing up the secret camera in Greg’s office.Mycroft gently paws at Anthea's phone screen. "When is he supposed to be home?" He asked, watching his mate.“Soon. He’s finishing up now.” Anthea nods.Sally comes into Greg’s office with a file."Make her go away...she'll only brings him more work." Mycroft whined.Greg reads the file and shakes his head before handing the file back to her.It looks like she’s arguing with him but Greg just shakes his head and waves his hand like it’s not his problem.Mycroft watches as Sally stomps out of the room. "Will you call him and ask him to pick up some takeaway?" He asked as Greg was grabbing his coat and things.“Sure. What do you want?” Anthea asks."Tell him to go to Marcos and get a little bit of everything." Mycroft replied.“Okay.” Anthea smiles and nods, calling Greg.“Hey, everything okay?” Greg asks as he answers his phone.“Yeah everything is fine. Mycroft just wants you to grab takeaway. A bit of everything from Marcos.”Mycroft nodded with a smile. "Thank you." He said softly.“I’ll grab it. Tell him I’ll be home soon.” Greg smiles and hangs up.“He’ll be here soon.” Anthea smiles."Good. Can you take me back downstairs to the living room to wait for Gregory?" Mycroft asked softly.“Sure.” Anthea nods and scoops Mycroft up, carrying him downstairs on one of Greg’s shirts.Mycroft burrows his nose into the shirt. "Thank you." He mumbled.“Of course.” Anthea sits on the couch with Mycroft in her lap."You can watch whatever you want on tv." Mycroft offers.“Alright.” Anthea nods and turns on the tv, flipping through the channels.
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Mycroft smiled, dozing lightly when the door opened.“Hey.” Greg smiles softly, carrying in a few backs of takeaway.Mycroft looked up. "Gregory!" He smiled, leaping from Anthea's lap and rushing towards his mate.Greg smiles and scoops Mycroft up, peppering him with kisses. “Hello my darlings.”Mycroft licks Greg's face happily. "I missed you!" He smiled.“I missed you too.” Greg chuckles and holds Mycroft close.Mycroft leaned up and whispered in Greg's ear. "Feed me, then I need you to fuck me."“My pleasure.” Greg kisses Mycroft’s neck. “Is Anthea joining us for dinner?”Mycroft nodded. "She's going to be staying with us for the duration of the pregnancy and incubation."“Great.” Greg smiles softly and carries Mycroft to the coffee table in the living room, setting the food out. “Hey, Ant.” Greg smiles.“Evening, Greg.” Anthea smiles.“What do you two want to drink?” Greg asks as he takes the containers with one hand and holds Mycroft with the other."Flavored sparkling water." Mycroft replied, curling his tail around Greg's wrist.“Glass of wine.” Anthea nods.“Coming right up.” Greg smiles and goes to the kitchen, carrying Mycroft close. “I’m happy you’re back in my arms. How was the nest? Was it okay?”"I'm glad to be home too. The nest was perfect. Thank you." Mycroft smiled softly.“I’m glad.” Greg smiles as he pours their drinks."Mummy has been almost intolerable...poor Sherlock couldn't take it anymore and left not long after you did." Mycroft said softly.“Ah I see.” Greg nods. “Is she.. always like that?” He asks gently, not wanting to say anything against Mycroft’s mother."Yes. She's always been like that...a control freak." Mycroft nodded. "I once invented a boyfriend in university, just to avoid coming home for the holidays."“Oh god.” Greg frowns and pets Mycroft’s head. “I’m sorry.”"Yeah...she could get bad sometimes. She's worse now because I've mated and Sherlock hasn't..." Mycroft sighed.“Oh..” Greg nods, carrying Mycroft out with the drinks. “Did she expect Sherlock to first?”"I don't know what her expectations were...now because we have each other, she's insisting that Sherlock settle down and mate as well." Mycroft replied. "All she's doing is making him miserable...I mean, he and John just admitted their feelings for one another...mating is a big step..."“But John isn’t like you and Sherlock, right?” Greg frowns."Correct. He's human. But if Sherlock is happy, I'm happy for him." Mycroft replied softly. “i will support him."Greg nods. “So will I but your mum won’t.”"I'm hungry." Mycroft said, changing the subject.Greg nods and takes Mycroft back into the living room where Anthea was plating their food.Mycroft smiled. "Looks good. Smells delicious."“Good.” Greg smiles and sits, setting their drinks on the table. He holds Mycroft and their plate, hand feeding Mycroft.Mycroft takes the food Greg offers, licking the man's fingers with every bite. He hummed in pleasure as he ate the delicious bounty Greg had brought home.“Is it good?” Greg smiles.Mycroft nodded. "Very good. Thank you."“Good.” Greg smiles, feeding himself between bites for Mycroft.Mycroft closed his eyes savoring the flavor of the food. "Hmmmm. So good."Greg smiles, gently scratching Mycroft’s scales as he eats.When full, Mycroft curled close to Greg. Holding onto the man's shirt tightly.Greg cuddles Mycroft as he eats, kissing Mycroft’s head from time to time.Mycroft nuzzles his head into Greg's chest. Happy to be in his mate's arms again.Greg smiles softly and cuddles Mycroft close.Mycroft lifts his head to lick Greg's neck, lovingly.Greg hums happily and tips his head back, giving Mycroft more room.Mycroft licked a bit of sauce from the corner of Greg's mouth.Greg blushes a bit and kisses Mycroft’s head.Mycroft grins and presses his head against Greg's neck.Greg chuckles and holds Mycroft close.“You guys are just too cute.” Anthea smiles.Mycroft blushed. "'M not cute." He said into Greg's neck.Greg chuckles softly and rubs Mycroft’s back. “You’re right. You’re not cute. You’re breathtaking.”Mycroft blushed harder and pressed his nose into Greg's neck. "Take me to bed." He whispered.Greg nods and scoops Mycroft up, carrying him to bed.Once in the bedroom Mycroft jumped from Greg's arms into his nest. He smiled up at his mate.“Happy?” Greg smiles, starting to pull off his work clothes. “I hope it’s okay.” He nods to the nest."Its perfect." Mycroft smiled, snuggling and rolling in the nest.Greg chuckles and strips down to his pants before getting on the bed.Mycroft shifted and rolled onto Greg. "I missed you." He said wrapping his arms around his mate.“I missed you too.” Greg holds Mycroft close. He smiles softly as he feels Mycroft’s small baby bump presses against him.Mycroft pressed closer and kissed Greg lovingly. "You smell so good."“Yeah?” Greg chuckles softly, running his hand over Mycroft’s side and hip.Mycroft nodded, sniffing at Greg's neck. He licked a strip from Greg's clavicle to jaw. "Hmmm, taste good too."“I’m all yours.” Greg lays out on the bed.Mycroft wriggles against Greg's body. "You feel amazing...you're amazing."Greg smiles softly and holds him close. “You’re the amazing one.”"I want you!" Mycroft purred.Greg chuckles. “You have me. Take what you want.”Mycroft kissed Greg deeply, rutting against him greedily.Greg kisses Mycroft back, rolling onto his back so Mycroft is on top of him.Mycroft finds Greg's hard cock, trapped in his trousers. He makes quick work of opening the fly of said trousers, and pulling out Greg's cock. Mycroft licks his lips before moving to take the ridged shaft inside of him.Greg groans as Mycroft takes his cock out. “Oh yes, baby.” He holds Mycroft’s hips, helping him sink down into his cock.Mycroft let out a noise of content as he took all of Greg inside him. He stayed still for a moment, before beginning to move. "You feel...wonderful." He moaned, bracing his hands on Greg's chest, so he could get the right leverage to properly fuck himself with Greg's cock.Greg plants his feet in the bed so he can rock up into Mycroft as he comes down onto his cock. “Missed having you like this. Having you close. Being part of you.” He moans, squeezing Mycroft’s hips gently."I missed you as well. Next time I want to be inside you..." Mycroft moaned, closing his eyes momentarily, before looking back down at Greg.“Anything you want, baby.” Greg leans up and kisses Mycroft deeply.After a moment, Mycroft pulles back from the kiss and begins rattling off a list of things, "I want to have sex while I'm in dragon form...or partially shifted....I want...I want to see my dragon cock sliding in and out of you...oh, Fuck Gregory! I love you!" Mycroft rides him in earnest.“Anything you want, baby. It’s yours. All of it.” Greg rocks up into him."Ah, Fuck!...I'm close." Mycroft whimpered.“Come for me, baby. Let me have it.” Greg praises.Mycroft let out an undignified grunt as cum spurted from his cock, covering Greg's stomach and chest.Greg groans and comes hard into Mycroft as he’s coated with Mycroft’s cum.Mycroft whimpered as he was filled with his mate's cum. "Gregory..." He breathed, before collapsing on top of Greg.Greg pants a bit and holds Mycroft close. “You’re perfect..”"Not like you..." Mycroft said with a tired smile.Greg chuckles, kissing Mycroft’s neck gently.Mycroft felt the eggs inside him shift. He placed Greg's hand on his bump.“Okay?” Greg asks, gently feeling.Mycroft nodded. "Just shifting...should be soon for them to...come out. Maybe another week or two."“That’s so fast..” Greg says softly, gently rubbing Mycroft’s belly."Once the eggs are out they still have growing to do." Mycroft smiled softly.“I know. But you just look so... cute like this.” Greg smiles.Mycroft snorted. "If you say so." He smiled. "There's an indoor pool at the back of the house...care for a swim?"“I do. You’re gorgeous.” Greg kisses Mycroft’s cheek. “I’d love to.”Mycroft nodded, getting up and putting on a robe. He tossed one to Greg. "The water is kept warm, just so you know."“Perfect.” Greg smiles and puts on the robe, following Mycroft out.Mycroft lead Greg through the house to the pool room at the back of the house. He grabbed two towels from the rack and placed them on a chair next to the pool.“This is a nice place. I haven’t had the chance to explore much of it though.” Greg hums, watching Mycroft’s hips saw as he walks.Mycroft dropped his robe and walked into the pool. "Feels good...nice and warm."Greg follows him into the water. “Mm very nice.”Mycroft swims over to the far wall and waits for Greg.Greg smiles and swims over to Mycroft.Mycroft shifted into his small dragon form and 'doggy paddled' through the water, circling Greg.“You’re so lovely.” Greg smiles, watching Mycroft.Mycroft smiled and crawled up Greg's arm, up to his shoulder, and jumped back into the water.Greg chuckles and smile. “Very graceful, my love.”Mycroft spit water at Greg with a smile. "I enjoy the feeling of being almost weightless."Greg laughs. “You look like you’re having fun.”"The warmth of the water is soothing." Mycroft replied.“Being cold is bad for you.” Greg hums."It is. The cold drains us of strength and magic." Mycroft replied softly.“Oh.” Greg nods, remembering having read that in one of the books Anthea got him.Mycroft smiled and dove under the water momentarily before popping back up. He purred. "Feels good." He looked up at Greg.“You’re adorable.” Greg grins.My smiled. "I'm glad you think so."“Oh, love. I think a lot of things about you.” Greg smirks."Like what? I mean besides the obvious?" Mycroft asked.“I think you’re brilliant and witty and captivating. I think you’re wonderful and kind and you underestimate how much I know you love me.” Greg chuckles.Mycroft leaned in close and butted his head against Greg's hand, playfully.Greg chuckles and scratches Mycroft’s head.Mycroft purred, closing his eyes. "You're too good to me."“Hardly.” Greg chuckles, holding Mycroft close and runs his hands over his body.Mycroft purred before yawning. He looked up at Greg tiredly. "Take me back to the nest?"“Of course, love.” Greg takes Mycroft inside and makes sure he stays warm.Mycroft curled into Greg's body. He dives into the nest when they get upstairs.“Happy?” Greg chuckles."Very." Mycroft nodded with a smile. "Cuddle me?"Greg smiles and crawls into the nest with Mycroft, cuddling him.Mycroft promptly fell asleep.A couple of weeks later, Mycroft was beginning to feel signs of needing to birth the eggs. He woke up alone in bed, as Greg was out working a homicide. Mycroft called out to Anthea in pain.Anthea was at Mycroft’s side in a moment. “I’m here. It’s alright.” She says softly, getting things ready."Hurts..." Mycroft whimpered. He was shifted into his medium size dragon form, laying on the bed on his side.“Do you want something for the pain?” Anthea asks as she dials Greg’s number.Mycroft nodded. "Please..." He hissed in pain as the eggs shifted inside him.Anthea nods and starts an IV between Mycroft’s scales, slowly pushing pain medicine.Mycroft whimpered at the iv needle, but soon relaxed. "Gregory...where's he?"“I’m calling him.” Anthea assures him."I don't think I can wait much longer..." Mycroft groaned.“Just breathe. You’re not dilated enough yet to push. Just breathe.” Anthea tries to keep Mycroft relaxed as Greg finally picks up the phone. She tells him to come home immediately or else he’s going to miss the birth and Greg leaves the homicide that instant. “He should be here soon. Just breathe.” She tells Mycroft.Mycroft nods and does his best to relax. Tears roll from his eyes as he waits for his mate to arrive.Greg gets there a few minutes later. “Oh love.” He crawls into bed with Mycroft.Mycroft whined, burying his snout in Greg's chest.“I know, baby. I know.” Greg holds Mycroft close as Anthea work. Anthea gently pushes a few fingers into Mycroft’s hole to check his progress.Mycroft made a startled noise when he felt Anthea's fingers. "Please...tell me I can push them out..." He whined.“You’re to tense. You need to relax.” Anthea frowns.Mycroft nodded, breathing in Greg's scent, hoping it would calm him.Greg rubs Mycroft’s hips.Anthea ups the pain meds a bit. “If you’re mate was to.. touch you it would help you relax.” She suggests.Mycroft nodded, looking up at Greg. "Please...help me."“I don’t know what.. Oh. Oh?” Greg blinks. “You want me to touch your?”Mycroft nodded, embarrassed. He hid his face in Greg's neck.Greg holds Mycroft close and gently wraps his hand around Mycroft’s cock.Mycroft groans. "Please Greg...I need...it hurts."“I’ve got you. Just breathe.” Greg starts to stroke Mycroft.Mycroft whines and whimpers as Greg touches his cock. He slowly begins to relax.“Good boy. Let me take care of you.” Greg kisses Mycroft’s neck gently as he strokes his cock steadily.Mycroft panted into Greg's neck. "Faster...I'm close."Greg strokes him faster and holds him closer.Mycroft cries out, covering Greg in his release. He went tense for just a moment, before then relaxing. Mycroft panted into Greg's neck.Greg holds Mycroft. “You’re doing so good. Almost done.” He kisses Mycroft’s head.“Actually, we are done.” Anthea smiles, holding two eggs.Mycroft groaned in relief. "Not doing this again." He smiled tiredly at Greg. "How are they?" He asked Anthea.“No more. I promise.” Greg chuckles and kisses Mycroft’s head.“Perfect.” Anthea cleans them off and hands them to Mycroft.The eggs are smaller than they had felt, but still larger than a human baby. They had hard, shiny, dark green scales."There...I don't know how to describe them." Mycroft said softly.“Ours.” Greg says simply.Mycroft nodded. "We should get them into the incubators..." He said softly, passing one egg to Greg.Greg nods and takes the eggs gently, going to put it in the incubator.Mycroft watched tiredly. "I thought they'd be red, like mine...Green is a rare color."Anthea hums and nods. “You know the stories Myc... Green is royalty..” She says to him softly."But there hasn't been a royal family for centuries." Mycroft replied, looking at Greg. "Your lineage..."“Mm?” Greg looks at Mycroft."You must be a descendant of dragon royalty...somehow" Mycroft said softly.Greg frowns. “But I’m not a dragon?”Mycroft looked at Anthea. "I don't recall any royalty in my family...is it possible to sire royal children otherwise?"“Only if they have a predetermined destiny like in the stories..” Anthea frowns. “I’ll look into it more.”"Have our blood analyzed again...just in case." Mycroft replied, reaching for Greg.“I will.” Anthea nods and cleans everything up. “Rest. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.”Mycroft looked at Greg. "Alright?" He asked softly.“Alright.” Greg nods and cuddles Mycroft after settling both eggs into the incubator. “How are you feeling?”"Exhausted...sore." Mycroft replied, settling into Greg's embrace.“You did beautifully.” Greg holds Mycroft close."...I'm serious though...I will not be going through this again..." Mycroft sighed.“Of course. No more eggs.” Greg nods.”Mycroft hummed, falling asleep.Greg holds Mycroft close.Mycroft wakes a few hours later, still sore and a little cold. He gently nudged Greg. "Need warm water..." He whispered.Greg gets up and goes Mycroft the warm water.Mycroft shivered with the cold.Greg holds Mycroft close and runs a warm wash cloth over Mycroft’s scales."Thank you." Mycroft replied quietly, beginning to feel some warmth.“Should I have Anthea bring in a heating pad?” Greg asks as he tries his best to warm Mycroft.Mycroft nodded. "And some meat, please."Greg nods and texts Anthea.Anthea comes in a few minutes later with a large heating pad and an even bigger selection of meats. “How are we feeling?” She smiles softly."Cold, tired....hungry." Mycroft replied with a small smile. "Thank you." He said as Anthea and Greg covered him with the blanket. He looked at Greg. "Feed me?"Anthea turns up the blanket all the way as Greg starts to feed Mycroft.Mycroft ate what Greg gave him, snuggling under the blanket. He let out a purr.Greg chuckles softly, feeding Mycroft chunks of meat.Anthea smiles and goes to check on the eggs."How are they doing?" Mycroft asked around a mouthful of food.“Beautifully.” Anthea smiles. “Maintaining a perfect temperature and color.”Mycroft nodded. "Good. Thats good." He said relaxing a bit more.“So I’ve done some research.” Anthea hums and shows Mycroft her tablet. “Apparently a few hundred years ago one of the royals was rumored to have an affair with a human woman. She claimed that she got pregnant from the affair. No one believed her because it was unheard of that one of our kind could impregnate a human woman.” She explains. “But the two of you have done the same thing just opposite.”"You're say its just a rare and special occurrence?" Mycroft asked softly. He licked Greg's fingers as his mate fed him.“I think so. I also think Greg could possibly be a descendent of the woman. A decadent of her bastard child.” Anthea hums.Mycroft nodded. "That is a strong possibility. Would account for that anomaly we found in his blood."“Exactly.” Anthea hums.Mycroft looked at Greg. "You could be royalty after all." He smiled softly. "Either way, I love you."Greg chuckles and kisses Mycroft’s head."My Prince." Mycroft smiled.Greg chuckles and nuzzles Mycroft.Mycroft pulled him close and licked his cheek with a purr.Greg chuckles and smiles. “Adorable.”" 'm not." Mycroft replied, yawning.“You are.” Greg smiles softly as he cuddles Mycroft."Tired...sleep now." Mycroft mumbled, purring before dropping off.Greg holds Mycroft as he sleeps.The next morning Mycroft wakes with a start. He looked over at the eggs, relieved that the incubators were keeping them both safe and warm. He tucked his head back against Greg.“Mm you okay?” Greg mumbles as he feels Mycroft move."Yes...just checking on our eggs." He said quietly.“Are they okay?” Greg asks."As far as I can tell from here. Both still in the incubators, which seem to be functioning normally." Mycroft replied“Good.” Greg pulls Mycroft closer."I need to shift and clean off." Mycroft said quietly. "Probably change the sheets."“Alright. How can I help?” Greg asks."I...it's going to be painful to shift so soon..." Mycroft replied. "Just...carry me to the tub after?"Greg nods and carries Mycroft to the bathroom.Once in the bathroom Mycroft concentrated on shifting back to human form. It took longer than normal. He made a loud whimpering noise as he shifted. Then he lay on the floor in his human form, exhausted.“Easy, love.” Greg scoops Mycroft up and lays him in the bath."Food and pain meds...please...I'll be okay for now." Mycroft said, looking up at Greg.“I’ll be right back.” Greg nods and goes to get the things.Mycroft sinks down to his neck in the warm water. He waited patiently for Greg to return.Greg soon comes back with the pain medicine and food.Mycroft smiles up at Greg. "Thank you, love."“You’re very welcome.” Greg smiles, giving Mycroft his medicine and feeding him. “So I was thinking. Do you have any names for the eggs?”Mycroft willingly ate and took the medicine. "I don't have any at the moment. It’s hard to name them when we don't know the gender."“You’re right.” Greg nods. “I was just wondering if you had any names you liked.”"We'll need something regal." Mycroft replied, thinking. "How about you?"“I don’t know.” Greg shrugs."We have time to figure it out." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles softly and nods. “How long?”"About nine months."“Plenty of time.” Greg nods."We can buy a book of names." Mycroft suggested.“Sounds good. We can circle and cross out what we like and don’t like.” Greg smiles."Exactly." Mycroft smiled. "I'm partial to Catherine and Agustus."“That’s quite nice. I like those.” Greg smiles."I was trying to think of old, somewhat original, less used, royal names."“They’re nice. Augie and Cat.” Greg smiles."You're not going to shorten them like that are you?" Mycroft asked quietly.“Not if you don’t like it.” Greg shakes his head. “But nicknames will happen regardless.”"I've never been particularly fond of shortening names...but I suppose I can make an exception for you." Mycroft replied softly.“I’ll call they by their given names.” Greg kisses Mycroft’s cheek."Thank you." Mycroft smiled. "I should get out, the water is getting cold." He said, trying to stand.Greg nods and helps Mycroft out of the bath. He gets him dried off and back in their bed, having had Anthea change the sheets while they were in the bathroom.Mycroft took the pills Greg had brought and began eating. "Thank you."“You’re welcome, love.” Greg smiles and sits with him."We should tell Mummy and Sherlock they're here." Mycroft indicated the eggs.“Would you like a nap first and then we’ll call her? You know she’ll be here in a flash and won’t want to leave.” Greg says softly.Mycroft nodded. "Sherlock first. I don't mind him being here while I rest. He'll just want to inspect the eggs...which reminds me...they need to be turned twice a day."“I think Anthea has been turning them. I’ll call Sherlock whenever you’d like.” Greg nods."Call him now, before I fall back asleep, please." Mycroft said with a tired smile.Greg nods and calls Sherlock."Make it quick I'm in the middle of an experiment." Sherlock growled.“You’re an Uncle.” Greg smirks.Sherlock dropped what he was working on. "I'll be right over." And hung up.“He’s on his way.” Greg chuckles and outs down the phone."Good." Mycroft smiled. He pulled the heated blanket up over himself. "Will you bring them here so I can see them?"“Of course.” Greg smiles softly and brings the eggs over so Mycroft can cuddle them.Mycroft held them close. "Its so strange...I never thought...they're beautiful." He said smiling at Greg.Greg smiles and kisses Mycroft softly. “We made them. You made them.”"They're so big...I can't believe I passed these. They're going to get bigger...then we'll have two dragons to look after." He smiled at Greg. "Would you like to hold them?"Greg smiles and nods. He sits next to Mycroft and holds the eggs when Mycroft hands them over.Mycroft smiles and leans into Greg. "What do you think of our babies?"“They’re perfect.” Greg grins.A few minutes later, Sherlock barged into the room. "They're green..."“Welcome, come on in.” Greg chuckles.Sherlock moved ro Greg and Mycroft's side. "How are you?""Tired...but good." Mycroft said with a small smile.Sherlock nodded. "And the eggs?"“Anthea says they’re healthy.” Greg nods."Thats good...can I hold one?" Sherlock asked quietly."Of course you can." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles softly and passes one to Sherlock. “Careful. They’re hot and heavy.”Sherlock takes the egg from Greg. "Feels like a rock...must have been hell trying to pass these."Mycroft nodded.“Mycroft is a trouper.” Greg smiles and kisses Mycroft’s head.Sherlock smiled. "They're a pretty shade of green.""A special color or so we've been told." Mycroft replied.“I didn’t know colors meant things until they were born. What color were you?” Greg asks Mycroft."My egg was red." Mycroft replied."Mine was an iridescent black." Sherlock replied.“Oh wow.” Greg nods.Sherlock smiled proudly. "Mycroft's egg was bigger though...""Don't start making fat jokes or I'm throwing you out." Mycroft warned.Sherlock nodded.“Which translates to I’d be the one doing the throwing.” Greg chuckles.Sherlock nodded. He looked back at the egg. "I've never held one before...are they normally this rough in texture?""Its made of hard scales...for protection. Like a rock with precious gems inside." Mycroft replied.“Impenetrable from the outside.” Anthea hums as she comes in carrying a tea tray.Sherlock stands and puts the eggs back in the incubator. "How long until they hatch? Are they born human?""Several months...no, they're born in dragon form." Mycroft replied, putting the other egg back into its incubator.“It will take them a few weeks because they can shift.” Anthea passes out the tea cups.Mycroft smiled. "Thank you." He said taking his tea."A few weeks? What do you do with them before then?" Sherlock asked.“You’re welcome.” Anthea smiles.“Nurture them I suppose.” Greg hums.Sherlock nodded, taking his own tea."They'll need to be watched and kept close. They need to feel safe and loved. Baby dragons respond better to having their mother in dragon form for at least the first week."“That’s true.” Anthea nods."Do they act like babies?" Sherlock asked.“Not exactly.” Mycroft replies.“How then?” Greg asks."They act like dragons...a little wild. Which is why mums should stay close, to keep them out of trouble. They'll be curious and mischievous. More like toddlers."“Ah I see.” Greg nods."You'll get the hang of it." Mycroft smiled“I hope so.” Greg chuckles, a bit nervous."They'll recognize you as their father, by scent." Mycroft assured him.“Good. That’s good.” Greg smiles softly.Mycroft took Greg's hand and squeezed it gently."So when can I play with them?" Sherlock asked“A few months.” Anthea laughs."Are you making fun of me? I meant after they're born." Sherlock huffed.“No. I mean even after they’re born.” Anthea hums.Sherlock pouted."Its alright, Lock. You can still visit with them...but you have to be careful." Mycroft said softly.Sherlock nodded.Greg smiles softly and rubs Mycroft ms back.Mycroft smiles at Greg."What color do you think they'll be? Green like the eggs?" Sherlock asked."Most likely." Mycroft replied“It’s a bit strange. Like they’re here but not here here yet.” Greg says softly."It is...a little off putting. Like waiting till Christmas so you can open a present." Mycroft replied.Greg nods. “Exactly!”"We'll be able to listen to them with some special equipment, after a few months." Mycroft smiled“Okay.” Greg smiles.Sherlock looked at Anthea. "Is there anything I can do?"“Talk to them so they get to know your voice.” Anthea smiles softly.Sherlock nodded. "I can do that."“Good.” Anthea nods.
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A few months later Mycroft was sitting in his office when the eggs started to move.“Anthea!” Mycroft called.Anthea races in. “What?”"The eggs...they're moving!" Mycroft cried“They’re hatching!” Anthea grins. “Shift! Quickly!”Mycroft shifted. "Quick take a video, so Gregory doesn't miss out on the birth..." he replied, curling his tail around the incubators.Anthea does as she’s told.Mycroft watched as the first egg began to break open, small cracks at first, then a large chunk popped off. A head hesitantly poked out. Mycroft smiled and purred gently.Anthea grins as she watches and films, texting Greg with her spare phone to come immediately.The first hatchling called back to Mycroft who snorted in response. The hatchling jumped out of the egg and towards Mycroft. He easily caught the baby dragon. They both waited for the second egg to hatch. It didn't. There was movement on the inside, but the second hatchling didn't come out. Mycroft looked at Anthea concerned.“Give it a moment.” Anthea watches."What if they can't get out?" Mycroft replied, on the verge of panic.“It will. Talk to it. Let it know you’re here. Motivate your hatchling.” Anthea nods.Mycroft nuzzled the egg and whispered softly. "Please come out, little one."Anthea gasps as the egg cracks a bit.Mycroft nuzzled the egg some more. "Come out and meet you sibling..." H said softly.The egg cracks more and soon a little head pops out.Mycroft pressed his nose to the baby's face. "Hello, little one." He said softly.The hatchling makes a whirring clicking happy noise.Mycroft smiled and licked the baby gently, before lifting the hatchling out of its egg. Now Mycroft had both his hands full of baby dragons. He smiled at Anthea.“Congratulations.” Anthea grins, still videoing.Mycroft curled his tail around himself protectively. "Gregory?" He asked Anthea.“He’s on his way.” Anthea nods.Mycroft nodded, holding the hatchlings close. He purred and chittered at them.Greg soon gets home and bursts through the bedroom door, nearly tripping over himself.Anthea had helped Mycroft move from the office into the nursery. He sat there and let the hatchlings crawl over him, as they familiarized themselves with their mother's scent.“Oh Myc.” Greg gasps softly.The hatchlings looked up at Greg and chittered at him. Mycroft purred and beckoned Greg closer.Greg slowly makes his way to Mycroft. “They’re perfect..”Mycroft leaned into Greg's touch. "Let them smell you...know your scent...as their father."Greg gently pets Mycroft, letting the hatchlings smell his free hand.The hatchlings sniff at Greg tentatively before rubbing their heads on his hand.Greg chuckles softly and pets them gently. “Hello, loves.”The hatchlings chittered and purred. One crawled up Greg's arm to his shoulder and nuzzled their father's cheek.“Adventurous.” Greg chuckles and nuzzles the hatchling."They get that from you." Mycroft smiled.“If you say so.” Greg chuckles and kisses the hatchlings head.The hatchling purred. The other snuggled back into Mycroft's side.“Do you know what they are?” Greg asks.Mycroft shook his head. "Not yet. "But I have a feeling that we got twin girls."“How can you tell?” Greg chuckles."Just a feeling." Mycroft replied softly.Greg hums and nods. “They’re beautiful.”"Emerald green." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles and nods."There big too. Nice and strong." Mycroft smiledGreg smiles. “I’m glad.”"As am I. Will you be able to get time off work?" Mycroft asked softly.“Yeah. I told them when I was leaving.” Greg nods.Mycroft nodded. "Good. We're going to need you. We need more for the nest in here. This is where we'll be spending most of our time."“Alright. What do we need?” Greg asks."Some more blankets and pillows..."“I can gather the ones around the house or we can order more?”"From around the house is fine." Mycroft replied.“Alright. I’ll get them as soon as she’s done.” Greg chuckles as he looks at the hatchling.The hatchling squawks at Greg, licking his cheek, before going back to Mycroft.Greg chuckles and goes to get more pillows.Mycroft cuddles the hatchlings as he waits for Greg to return. He pulls a blanket over them.“How are we feeling?” Anthea smiles softly."Happy...nervous. I'm afraid to do something wrong." Mycroft replied quietly.Anthea shakes her head. “Your instincts won’t let you.” She smiles softly.Mycroft nodded. "I hope so." He smiled. The hatchlings yawned and curled into their mother's side.Anthea smiles. “They’re beautiful.”"They are...would you phone Mummy and Sherlock for me, please?" Mycroft asked.“Of course. Shelrock first I presume?” Anthea nods.Mycroft nodded. "Possibly put Mummy off till later."“Yes, Sir. I’ll let you know when shelrock arrives.” Anthea smiles and leaves the room, holding open the door for Greg who carries in every pillow and blanket from around the house.Mycroft nodded to Anthea and chuckled at Greg. "Thank you, love." He smiled.“I didn’t know how many you wanted so I got them all.” Greg grins happily, putting his armfuls on the bed."I thinks that's plenty, love. Just arrange them in and around the nest. Maybe cover us with another blanket." Mycroft replied.Greg nods and does his best. “How’s that?”"Perfect. Thank you." Mycroft smiled. "Join us?"“Of course.” Greg smiles and gets into the nest, cuddling Mycroft."The smaller one came out late...I was afraid they wouldn't be able to get out." Mycroft replied quietly.“Oh.” Greg nods, looking at the smaller one. “They seem alright though, right?”"Seems to be, yes." Mycroft nodded, nuzzling the hatchling.“Alright. We’ll watch.” Greg says softly.Mycroft nodded. "They'll nap for a while...I think...they should be hungry when they wake."“Alright.” Greg cuddles them as they sleep.
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About two hours later the hatchlings woke and started nibbling on Greg's fingers.Greg mumbles and slowly wakes. “Mm hungry?” He chuckles softly.Mycroft smiled. "I think they know who provides the food." The hatchlings continued to nibble at Greg's fingers.“What should I get?” Greg nuzzles Mycroft."There should be some lean meat chunks in the fridge." Mycroft replied softly.“I’ll be right back.” Greg kisses Mycroft’s head before getting up and going to the kitchen.The hatchlings began to follow Greg. Mycroft snorted and they turned around, coming back to their mum. Mycroft purred and nuzzled the hatchlings.“That was so sexy!” Greg laughs and goes to the kitchen.Mycroft waited for Greg to return, cuddling their hatchlings close. He looked up and smiled at Greg when he returned carrying a tray of food.Greg sets the tray on the bed and sits with Mycroft.The hatchlings sniff and curiously walk towards the tray of food. They look at Greg, then at the food, then back at Greg. The smaller one made a whimpering noise.Greg picks up a piece and offers it to the little hatchling.They both go after the same piece...the smaller hatchling wone the scuffle, wolfing down the chunk of meat. The bigger hatchlings huffed and looked at Greg.“Sorry.” Greg chuckles and issues both hands, feeding them both.Mycroft nudged Greg and licked his cheek. "Food?" He asked quietly.“Right. Sorry.” Greg feeds Mycroft.Mycroft takes the meat, cleaning Greg's fingers with his tongue. The hatchlings squwaked, looking at Greg expectantly.“Alright alright. Patients.” Greg chuckles and feeds the hatchlings too.When they were all fed, the hatchlings fell back asleep. Mycroft put them in their own small nest before getting up. "I need to stretch my legs...they'll sleep for a while if you want to walk around the house with me."“Sure. They’ll be alright?” Greg asks, getting up and stretching.Mycroft nodded. "Anthea's in the other room...she can keep an eye on them via cctv." Mycroft replied, getting up carefully. The hatchlings continued to sleep when they left the room. He pulled Greg towards the bedroom.Greg smiles happily and follows Mycroft.Mycroft shifted into his human form and looked at Greg. "I'm nervous..." He said quietly.“About what, love?” Greg asks, frowning."Being a mum..." Mycroft said quietly.“I think your doing wonderful so far. We just have to take it one day at a time. I’m here with you. Always.” Greg nuzzles Mycroft.Mycroft relaxes. "Kiss me?" He asked quietly.Greg pulls Mycroft close and kisses him tenderly.Mycroft relaxes against Greg. "Thank you." He said softly“Of course.” Greg holds Mycroft close and kisses his head."Anthea said she was going to tell Sherlock about the hatchlings...and tell Mummy tomorrow." Mycroft said softly. "I think he might be a little over excited...help me keep him calm when he gets here?"“Sure. Whatever I can do.” Greg nods.Mycroft nodded. "Thank you." He said kissing Greg softly.Greg smiles and kisses him back gently."Think we could fit in a quickie before Sherlock gets here and the hatchlings wake?" Mycroft suggested.“Oh I think we could.” Greg scoops Mycroft up.Mycroft clung to Greg. "Good." He smiled.Greg smiles and kisses Mycroft, laying him back in the bed.Mycroft smiled up at Greg before kissing him.Greg kisses Mycroft back, deepening the kiss.Mycroft wraps his arms around Greg as they kiss, burrowing one in the man's hair.Greg groans and presses Mycroft against the bed.Mycroft presses up against Greg with a moan.Greg kisses down his body."Gregory..." Mycroft whined, arching into the man's touch.“Mm?” Greg asks, kissing Mycroft’s cock."So good...." Mycroft moaned, running a hand through Greg's hair.Greg sucks Mycroft’s cock gently.Mycroft clutches the bedsheets and gently rocks into Greg's mouth.Greg bobs his head slowly.Mycroft covers his mouth with the back of his hand, muffling the noises he was making.Greg slowly eases a finger into Mycroft as he sucks his cock.Mycroft spreads his legs and arches against Greg. He whimpers in pleasure.Greg slowly rocks his finger, taking Mycroft’s cock deeper.Mycroft moaned and pushed down onto Greg's finger. "Please..."“You’re so wet.” Greg groans and pulls back, stripping."Please..." Mycroft spread his legs wider. "Fuck me."“Need a condom.” Greg goes to the drawer.Mycroft nodded, taking a moment to cool down as Greg gets the condom. He watches as Greg rolls it over his cock.“Ready.” Greg grins and climbs back into bed.Mycroft nodded laying back and spreading his legs wide. "Please."Greg kisses him and slowly pushes his cock into him. He’d started wearing condoms after Mycroft birthed the eggs. He didn’t want to accidentally knock him up again even if he wasn’t in heat.Mycroft kissed Greg lovingly. "Its alright...I don't mind you being cautious." He breathed.“I just don’t want to do that to you again unless you want it and you already said you didn’t.” Greg nuzzles him, finally all the way inside him.Mycroft nodded. "Thank you..." he gasped. "For respecting my wishes."“I never want to do something you don’t want.” Greg nuzzles him, stilling.Mycroft nodded. "I know you wouldn't." He replied softly, running his fingers along Greg's spine.“But I wouldn’t give up our hatchlings for anything.” Greg slowly rocks his hips.Mycroft nodded and gasped. "I know..." he clung to Greg.Greg holds Mycroft close, rocking in and out of Mycroft as he slowly picks up the pace.Mycroft whimpers. "Yes...more...please more..."Greg thrusts faster.Mycroft whimpered. "Yes...just like that." He moved his hips against Greg's.Greg holds Mycroft close and rocks deeper."Close..." Mycroft gasps, moving a hand down between them to stroke his cock.“Come. Come for me, Myc.” Greg snaps his hips deep and hard.Mycroft cried out, tilting his head back as he came, covering them both in his release.Greg groans and comes hard, filing the condom. “Good boy.” He groans, holding Mycroft close.Mycroft whimpered kissed Greg's neck. He whispered, "love..." without realizing it.Greg grins and kisses Mycroft deeply.Mycroft kisses back, holding Greg's face in his hands.Greg continues to kiss Mycroft until he hears one of the hatchlings calling out.Mycroft looked at Greg. "Would you?...I'll clean up." He asked with a blush.“Mm yeah.” Greg gives Mycroft one last kiss before getting up, dressing quickly before going to the hatchlings.Mycroft hurried to clean up and get dressed, before proceeding to the nursery. "Is everything alright?"“Oh yeah. They just woke up is all.” Greg smiles, the hatchlings crawling all over him.Mycroft smiled and moved to sit next to Greg. "They're very receptive to your human form..."“I don’t really have any other form.” Greg chuckles."I know...usually hatchlings waver around humans...just another check in the colum of how extraordinary you are." Mycroft smiled softlyGreg smiles and kisses Mycroft happily.Mycroft was surprised, but smiled into the kiss.Greg hums happily and nuzzles Mycroft.One of the hatchlings pawed at Greg's shirt, not liking being ignored.Mycroft smiled when the other climbed on his shoulder and nudged both their cheeks with its head.Greg chuckles and pets the hatchling.Mycroft smiled into the kiss and pets the other hatchling, who immediately calms with the attention.Greg cuddles the hatchling, petting it gently.Mycroft smiled. "They're quite attached to you." He said softly. "Usually they prefer the mother."“I’m glad.” Greg smiles, loving their children.Mycroft smiled softly. He cuddled the second hatchling. "They're perfect."“They are.” Greg grins. “They’re probably hungry after their nap.”Mycroft nodded. "We should go to the kitchen and get them something to eat."Greg nods and stands, holding his hand out for Mycroft.Mycroft takes Greg's hand, standing and walking with him down to the kitchen. The hatchling standing on his shoulder.Greg carries the other hatchling. “what should we make?”"We have leftovers of that stew from the other night?" Mycroft suggested.“Sounds good. I’ll heat it up.” Greg smiles and starts to get thing out.Mycroft nodded. The hatchlings watched Greg curiously.Greg hands the hatchling her was holding to Mycroft as he works just in case.Mycroft takes the other hatchling and places it on the opposite shoulder of the other.Greg heats up the stew and stirs it.The hatchlings make little chittering noises as Greg cooks. Mycroft smiles.“Can you understand what theyre saying anything or is it like baby talk?” Greg asks."Its baby talk...though I'm sure they understand each other...likely they're complaining about being hungry." Mycroft smiled softly.Greg laughs and grins. “Brilliant.” He chuckles and pours the stew into bowls once it’s finished.The hatchlings climb down to the counter and look at Greg expectantly.Greg smiles and feeds them by hand.The hatchlings take turns eating from Greg's hand. They make happy little noises.Mycroft smiled. "You're a very good and nurturing parent."Greg blushes a bit and smiles. “They deserve the best I can give.”"So do you." Mycroft replied without thinking, caught up in the moment.Greg raises a brow. “What do you mean?”Mycroft blushed. "Are you happy with our arrangement?" He asked softly.“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” Greg frowns."Do you want to be with me?" Mycroft asked quietly. "Officially?"“Sweetheart, I thought we were.” Greg says softly.Mycroft blushed and nodded. "You're right..." He replied, kissing Greg's cheek.Greg pulls Mycroft close and kisses him. “I want you. All of you. Everything you’re willing to give me. I’m yours.”Mycroft smiled softly. "And I am yours." He said in a whisper.Greg grins and kisses him again.Mycroft kissed Greg lovingly. The hatchlings nipped at Greg's fingers.Greg chuckles and goes back to feeding the hatchlings in between kisses.Mycroft smiled.The door flew open and Sherlock strode in with John following behind him.Mycroft looked up. "Sherlock...close the door behind you when you enter this house...the hatchlings could catch a chill."“Sorry.” John closes the door.Greg chuckles and holds the hatchlings close as they look at Sherlock suspiciously."They're green..." Sherlock said flatly."Well spotted, Sherlock." Mycroft replied."You had trouble with the second hatchling...smaller." Sherlock said, stepping closer. He offered a hand for inspection.Greg holds the hatchlings so they can go to Sherlock if they wanted.The hatchlings made their chittering noises and sniffed at Sherlock's hand. They recoiled immediately."Go wash your hands of whatever nasty thing you've been playing with." Mycroft hissed.Sherlock scurried to the sink.Greg chuckles and kisses the hatchlings heads.“They look healthy.” John smiles."They are...they eat and sleep a lot in the beginning." Mycroft smiled, petting them both.“I’m glad.” John smiles.Sherlock came back with clean hands. "Okay, I'm ready." He said, holding out his hand again.Greg holds out the hatchlings.The hatchlings sniff Sherlock again,before hesitantly going to him.Mycroft pat them on the heads. "Its alright...this is your uncle." He said softly.Greg holds them, letting them do what they want.The hatchlings step into Sherlock's hand, sniffing and looking up at him. Sherlock smiled and cautiously pet them.Greg smiles and wraps his arm around Mycroft’s waist.Mycroft smiled as the hatchlings crawled around Sherlock. They sat on his shoulders.“I think they like you.” John smiles."Yeah..." Sherlock smiled as the hatchlings rubbed their noses on Sherlock's cheeks.John smiles as he watches."They're very cuddly." Sherlock chuckled."They are." Mycroft nodded with a smile.“Oh if you guys are hungry I just heated up some stew.” Greg offers."Sounds good." Sherlock nodded, moving to sit at the table. Mycroft did the same.Greg pours them all bowls and John takes them to the table.The hatchlings see the bowl set in front of Sherlock and climb down to the table. They look at him expecting to be fed. Sherlock looked at Mycroft and Greg.“They like to be hand fed.” Greg chuckles and sits."Oh..." Sherlock nodded and picked out a pice of meet, offering it to the hatchlings.The hatchlings gobble it up."Was I like this?" Sherlock asked Mycroft."You tried to bite my fingers quite often." Mycroft smiled.“I can imagine it.” John chuckles.Sherlock blushed. "Sorry." He said, feeding the hatchlings a bit more.“Don’t be sorry. It’s cute.” John smiles.The hatchlings chittered and attempted to crawl into the bowl to get more food."Hey..." Sherlock said, offering them more food.Mycroft smiled and leaned against Greg.Greg chuckles and wraps his arm around Mycroft’s shoulders, kissing his head."How long until we know the genders?" Sherlock asked."A while yet. When they're able to shift." Mycroft answered.“So a few months or week?” John asks."A few weeks I believe...I'll check with Anthea on that." Mycroft answered.John nods. “I don’t know much about dragon... Science? Anatomy?”"Honestly, this is all new to me as well. I mean, I know about dragon anatomy...but hatchlings are new. I only remember bits and pieces from when Sherlock was a baby." Mycroft replied. "If you're interested, I'm sure Anthea can provide some reading material."“That would be great.” John nods."When she gets back from the office, we can ask her about it." Mycroft replied."We can learn more together." Sherlock said to John, feeding the hatchlings some more.“Perfect.” John smiles, watching the hatchlings.When the hatchlings were done eating they licked Sherlock's fingers, before wandering over to John.Mycroft ate a small bowl of the stew that Greg had heated up.John smiles and lets the hatchlings sniff his fingers.Greg rubs Mycroft’s back gently.The hatchlings chittered and looked at John curiously.Mycroft purred and kisses Greg's cheek.John smiles and lays his hand on the table for them to inspect.Greg blushes a bit and nuzzles Mycroft.Sherlock ate the remaining stew, before offering his bowl to greg for more.The hatchlings sniffed at John's hand, curiously.Mycroft smiled at Sherlock.Greg gets up and gets more stew.“They’re so curious.” John smiles.Sherlock smiles as he watches John."They are. And naturally mischievous...or at least Sherlock was." Mycroft smiled.The hatchlings pawed gently at John's hand and sleeve.“Oh yeah?” John smiles, wiggling his fingers a bit.The hatchlings tried to catch John's fingers.Mycroft smiled. "He liked to hide and jump out at you."John chuckles and wiggles them a little faster. “Always up to something.” He laughs.Greg brings back bowls of stew.The hatchlings jumped and played with John's fingers.Mycroft smiled at Greg. "Very playful."John grins. “Just like these two.”"They're very inquisitive." Mycroft smiled.The hatchlings chittered and nibbled on Johns fingers when they caught one.“Must be genetic.” John chuckles.“Obviously.” Sherlock nods.Mycroft chuckled.The hatchlings let go of John's hand before moving back towards Greg. They yawned.Greg smiles and scoops them up.They lean against Greg, yawning."Nap time again. I think we should make a portable nest for them." Mycroft suggestedGreg nods. “They’re sleepy.”Mycroft left the room briefly before coming back with a large scarf tied over his shoulder. He scooped the hatchlings up and gently placed them inside.Greg smiles softly. “That’s cute.”"I didn't think to get a papoose." Mycroft replied softly.“I like it.” Greg kisses Mycroft’s cheek. “And I find it hot as well.” He whispers and pulls back, chuckling.Mycroft blushed. He put a protective hand over the hatchlings with a smile.Greg smiles and rubs Mycroft’s back.“Have you told Mummy they hatched yet?” Shelrock asks."I believe Anthea was going to." Mycroft replied. He knew it was a cop-out, but he really didn't feel like seeing his mother so soon.“Give yourself a few days to enjoy it at least.” Sherlock sighs."Thats what I told her. I honestly don't feel like having Mummy around right now." Mycroft replied.Sherlock nods. “Take some time. Get used to it.”Mycroft smiled and looked at Greg. "We'll have to invest in more scarves like this."Greg smiles and nods. “They seem to like it.”"Probably reminds them of being in the egg." Mycroft smiled.“They’re so cute.” Greg rubs Mycroft’s back."So is that all they do? Eat and sleep?" Sherlock asked.“For the first few week, yes." Mycroft smiled.“They also like cuddles.” Greg grins happily."Indeed they do." Mycroft smiled.Sherlock glanced at John before looking at Greg.John raises a brow at the look.Greg smiles happily and rubs Mycroft’s back.The front door opens. “Anybody home?” Anthea calls out as she comes in"In the kitchen." Mycroft answered with a smile.“Who wants ice cream?” Anthea smiles carrying a tub of ice cream.Sherlock whipped his head around and grinned.Mycroft chuckled. "I think that would be everyone."Anthea laughs and starts scooping ice cream and putting it in bowls."What flavor?" Sherlock asked."Does it matter?" Mycroft replied, looking at Sherlock.“Vanilla but I have all kinds of toppings. Hot fudge, sprinkles, whipped cream, nuts, banana, strawberries, Carmel drizzle.” Anthea smiles and brings the bowls over with the toppings."I'll take all the above." Sherlock smiled.Mycroft drizzled some chocolate over his and some strawberries.Anthea laughs as they make up their bowls."Thank you, Thea. " Mycroft smiled. "This is a lovely treat."“I’m glad. I wanted some ice cream so I figured you guys would too.”"Its a great way to celebrate." Mycroft smiled."Best way!" Sherlock said around a mouthful of food.John laughs and wipes shelrock face with a napkin."Thanks." Sherlock smiled.Mycroft shook his head and looked at Greg.Greg raises a brow.Mycroft offered Greg a scoop of icecream.“Thank you, love.” Grey smiles.Mycroft smiled. "You alright?" He asked softly.“I’m good.” Greg smiles.Mycroft finished his icecream. "I'm going to nap for a bit." He said softly.“Want company?” Greg asks.Mycroft nodded, "please." He smiled.Greg smiles and follows him up as the others enjoy their ice cream.Mycroft goes to the nursery and places the hatchlings in the nest. He shifted and lay down next to them.Greg cuddles all of them close.Mycroft nuzzled Greg. "Love you." He whispered softly.“Love you, too.” Greg kisses his head.Mycroft falls asleep. He wakes a bit later to the sound of the hatchlings chittering.The hatchlings are talking to each other moving around a bit.Mycroft puts a claw out and pats them on the head. "Sleep well?" He asked quietly.They cuddle up to him."Hungry, my loves?" Mycroft asked softly.They chitter excitedly.Mycroft turned and grabbed the scarf. He scooped the hatchlings up and quietly left the nursery for the kitchen.Greg mumbles softly and pulls Mycroft’s pillow to his chest.Mycroft walked to the fridge and pulled out some meat. He set the hatchlings on the counter. He prepared their food.The hatchlings nails click against the counter as they explore.Mycroft set a plate of meat and fruit on the counter for the hatchlings.The hatchlings pounce on the plate, eating happily.Mycroft smiled and moved to fix himself a little snack.Greg comes down and presses against Mycroft’s back. “Morning..”"Morning...hungry?" Mycroft asked with a smile.“Mm yeah.” Greg hums happily."What would you like?" Mycroft asked softly, turning in Greg's arms.“Anything.” Greg kisses Mycroft’s cheek."I'm just having some bacon and fruit..." Mycroft replied.“That sounds good.” Greg smiles. “I was wondering how often do you have heats? I’ve been reading the books and stuff Anthea brought over but it says heats vary from person to person.”Mycroft froze before answering. "Usually aver few months...meaning I'll be having one soon. Why?"“I wanted to know what you wanted to do. I know you don’t want any more babies. So how can I help you through it? We can get toys or I could leave you alone but I don’t think you’d like that.” Greg rubs Mycroft’s sides gently. “Whatever you want to do we’ll do. I just want you to be safe and comfortable.”"I...I had considered suppressants..." Mycroft replied quietly.“Ah I see.” Greg nods. “But they’re not the best for your health?”Mycroft nodded. "I could look into birth control options." He offered.“I can too. I could get snipped.” Greg suggests."You'd do that?" Mycroft asked surprised.Greg nods “I have you and our two babies. What more could I need?”"If you're sure...I'd appreciate it." Mycroft smiled softly.“Yeah of course. I’ll make an appointment. Should be healed up by the time your heat comes.” Greg smiles.Mycroft smiled and kissed Greg. "Thank you, love."“Anything for you.” Greg smiles and kisses him back. “Then I can help you through your heats without worry.” He chuckles."I liked having you to help me through my heat." Mycroft blushed.“I liked it too. Even though I wasn’t really sure what to do.” Greg chuckles softly and nuzzles Mycroft."We can get some toys so I don't wear you out." Mycroft smiled softly.“Okay.” Greg smiles."Thank you, love." Mycroft nuzzled Greg.“Thank you.” Greg smiles and rubs his back."Eat something..." Mycroft smiled.Greg nods and starts to eat, watching the hatchlings.A small black dragon wandered in."Sherlock...you're still here?" Mycroft asked.The dragon hopped on the counter. "Feed me."Greg makes Sherlock a plate and sets it on the counter."You're extra grumpy this morning." Mycroft commented.Sherlock whips his tail behind him and begins to eat.“Not a morning person?” Greg chuckles.Sherlock huffed."Fight with John?" Mycroft asked softly."I don't want to talk about it." Sherlock replied between bites.“Did John go home?” Greg asks."I don't know...he just stormed out." Sherlock replied.Greg frowns. “And Anthea?”"Guest room." Sherlock replied.“What happened?” Greg sighs."We got to talking about the hatchlings..." Sherlock didn't finish.Mycroft sighed.“What? I don’t get it?” Greg frowns."They argued over hatchlings..." Mycroft tried to hint at Greg.Sherlock bit into his food with malice.Greg frowns. “Oh. Oh! Oh..”Greg nudges Sherlock.Sherlock huffed, a little puff of steam came out his nose.“Sorry..” Greg says softly.Sherlock didn't reply, simply finished his food and wandered off again.Mycroft sighed. "He wants hatchlings and John can't give him that...I'm guessing Sherlock suggested donor sperm."“Right..” Greg frowns. “And John probably didn’t like the idea of that.”"Its very likely that John had a problem with that." Mycroft nodded. "He's upset he can't give Sherlock hatchlings."“Is there anything we can do to help?” Greg frowns, not liking seeing them in pain."Talk to John...I'll speak with Sherlock. Then we make them talk to each other." Mycroft suggested.Greg nods. “You want to take the hatchlings or?”"I'll see if Anthea can keep an eye on them for a bit." Mycroft replied softly. "If you're alright with that?"“Yeah of course. She probably knows how to handle them better than me.” Greg chuckles softly.Mycroft waited for the hatchlings to finish their food before taking them to Anthea's room. He knocked softly.“Come in.” Anthea says, wrapped up in her nest of sheets."Thea...would you be able to watch the hatchlings while Gregory and I sort out Sherlock and John?" Mycroft asked softly, from the doorway.“Yeah of course. Bring me the babies.” Anthea grins and opens her arms.Mycroft hands the scarf holding the hatchlings over to Anthea. "Thank you." He smiled, before leaving the room and going to find Sherlock.Greg walks around the block looking for John.John was sitting against one of the buildings, knees up and head in his head. He looked up when Greg approached.Mycroft knocked on Sherlock's door.Greg goes and sits against the building with John. “I’m here if you wanna talk or not. Either way I’m here.”“I don’t want to talk about it!” Shelrock calls out."I can't give him what he wants...and he has the audacity to say he'll get a donor!" John replied angrily.Mycroft opened the door. "I know you don't...but I also know you really do." He said softly.“John it’s not about you. They have a different biological system than us. Maybe Sherlock is close to a heat and he’s not thinking straight?” Greg suggests.Sherlock is curled up in his nest, hot one moment and freezing the next. “I don’t want to. He’s going to leave me.”"I know they do...but he's insisting anyway." John paused. "Maybe you're right...""He's not going to leave...unless you keep insisting on using another's sperm to get knocked up. Thats not really fair to John." Mycroft sat on the bed next to Sherlock.“What happened between me and Mycroft was a total accident. If I know now what I did then... I wouldn’t take back the hatchlings but I do feel guilty for having gotten Mycroft pregnant without his permission even though neither of us knew.” Greg sighs. “You have a good thing with Sherlock. We can try and find a way around his biological needs.”Sherlock sighs and nods. “It just feels so empty all the time..”John nodded. “I know..”Mycroft placed a gentle hand on Sherlock's back. "You're warm...are you close to your heat?" He asked concerned.“So what do you want?” Greg asks.Sherlock whines and nods. “Stupid stupid heat..”"I'm not gonna lie, I'd love to have kids with Sherlock..." John sighed. "But...I...I know we can't and I don't want anyone else's kids."Mycroft nodded. "You should wait to have this conversation with John...when your head is clear of hormones. Maybe then you can find a proper solution." Mycroft replied softlyGreg nods. “I’ll talk to Anthea and see if she knows something.”Sherlock shakes his head. “We’ve tried talking about it a few times.”"I would appreciate that." John nodded."We'll figure something out." Mycroft replied softly.“Of course.” Greg nods.Sherlock sighs and nods."Maybe we should get back..." John stood."John will be back soon." Mycroft said softly.Greg nods and follows him.“I don’t want him to see me like this.” Sherlock burrows further into the blankets.John stopped when they reached the house. "Do you think he's still mad at me?""Sherlock...don't you want him to help you through your heat?" Mycroft asked gently.“I don’t think Sherlock has ever been mad at you longer that a breath.” Greg chuckles softly.“I don’t want to upset him.” Shelrock frowns."I just think this time is different...because he wants something I truly and honestly can't physically give him. Its worse then when he wants drugs.""Sherlock...John loves you. And I'm sure he feels terrible for not being able to give you hatchlings. You two need a bonding moment...and when your heats over We'll figure out what to do next."“Then be logical. He’s can be logical at the moment so do it for him. Remind him how much he loves cases and freedom and dangerous experiments. All of that would have to change for hatchlings. Remind him that his body may be telling him he wants it but the rest of him probably doesn’t right now.” Greg nods.Sherlock nods. “I want to go home with John..”John nodded as they entered the house. "Okay...""Let me take you to him..." Mycroft replied softly.“Just remember it’s not your fault and we’ll figure something out.” Greg nods.“Please..” Sherlock nods."I know." John sighed.Mycroft scooped Sherlock up and walked downstairs with him.Sherlock looks at John nervously. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.”John gently scooped Sherlock into his arms. "I know...we can talk after your heat...lets get you home." He said kissing Sherlock's head.Sherlock sniffles and nods.John held him close. "Lets go home." He turned and headed for the door.Mycroft looked at Greg.Sherlock nods and relaxes in johns arms.Greg smiles softly and wraps his arm around Mycroft’s waist.John takes shelrock hime.Mycroft sighed and leaned into Greg.Greg rubs Mycroft’s back."Hope they'll be alright." Mycroft said quietly.“They will.” Greg nods.Mycroft nodded and shifted. "Hold me?"“Of course.” Greg smiles. “Bed?”"You think Anthea will be okay with the hatchlings?" Mycroft asked.“I’m sure. Besides she’ll come get us if they need anything.” Greg smiles softly and carries Mycroft to bed.Mycroft nodded. He jumped onto the bed and crawled under the covers. "Cuddles?" He asked, voice muffled by the blankets.“Cuddles.” Greg chuckles and cuddles with Mycroft.Mycroft nuzzled Greg, getting as close as he could.Greg cuddles him close and kisses his head.Mycroft purred happily.“I love you. So much.”"I love you too." Mycroft smiled.Greg hums softly, kissing Mycroft’s head.Mycroft falls asleep in Gregs loving arms.
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Sherlock stays presses close to John as they go home, the shaking getting worse."We're almost home, love." John said softly, as the can neared 221b.Sherlock whines softly but nods.Soon John is taking Sherlock inside. He placed Sherlock in bed. "We're home...safe in your bed." He said kissing Sherlock's forehead.Sherlock quickly pulls together a nest using the blankets, the shivering getting a bit better."Do you want me to stay?" John asked cautiously.“Please. It’s better when you’re close.” Sherlock looks up at him.John nods and sits down on the bed next to Sherlock.Sherlock presses against him.John runs a hand over Sherlock. "You know I love you, right? And I'd give you anything I possibly can."“I know. I know that.” Sherlock nods.John lay down next to Sherlock. "I'm here for you, Sherlock." He smiled.Sherlock cuddles close and tires to relax. He sighs, uncomfortable. He crawls out of the nest and under Johns shirt. “Mm better.” He mumbles, his little dragon head under John’s chin.John runs a hand along Sherlock's back, through the fabric of his shirt. "Good...you'll let me know if you need anything..." He said softly.“I could use your cock.” Sherlock mumbles."Of course...its all yours, love." John smiled softly.Sherlock purrs happily and wiggles under John’s shirt."You're going to have to shift if you want it though." John said softly.Sherlock shifts while still in John’s shirt, ripping the buttons open."Hey...that was one of my good shirts you know." John complained, now with a lap full of Sherlock Holmes.“I’ll buy you one. Or five. Or ten. However many you want.” Sherlock grinds against John and kisses his neck.John groans as he gets hard. He pulls Sherlock into a kiss.Sherlock mewls against his lips and kisses him back deeply.John holds Sherlock close, one hand tangling in the dragons curls.“Please John. Please. I need you so bad.” Sherlock begs."Strip and I'll fuck you just the way you like." John replied softly.Sherlock gets off John and strips immediately.John strips and pulls Sherlock to him as soon as they're both naked.Sherlock presses close to John, whimpering needy.John lays them back on the bed, positioning Sherlock on top of him. "Ride me, Sherlock." John groaned, rubbing up against Sherlock's arse."Sherlock kisses John deeply as he sinks down onto his cock, dripping wet.John groaned and held Sherlock's hips. "Fuck you're wet."Sherlock whines and starts to ride John desperately."Thats it, love...take what you want...ride my cock for you own pleasure." John groaned.Sherlock rides excitedly, leaking.John occasionally thrust up into Sherlock. "You feel good."Sherlock leans in, licking and sucking at John’s neck. “Mm please takes me from behind. Need you to fuck me.”John nodded and maneuvered them into position before thrusting into Sherlock. He began a fast pace.“Oh John!” Sherlock moans, pressing back against him."You like my big cock fucking you?" John groaned, gripping Sherlock's hips tight.“Yes! Want you to make me full. So so full. Please John. Please!” Sherlock begs, dripping around John’s cock.John thrusts hard and fast, leaning over Sherlock's back and kissing his neck. "So good. Going to fill you up..." John panted.“Yes yes please. I know you can. You have such a wonderful perfect cock. You fit inside me so perfect. Stretching me and fucking me. I love it. I love your cock. I love you. I love when you cum inside me and I can feel it leaking out for ages.” Sherlock purred."Fuck, Sherlock...I'm close." John Groaned. "Going to give you my cum."“Do it. Do it John. Give me your cum. Please!” Sherlock begs.John thrust a few more times before filling Sherlock with his cum with a loud shout.Sherlock groans and comes around Johns cock, collapsing onto the bed.John lay on top of Sherlock, spent. He kissed Sherlock's neck. "You're amazing."“Mm so are you.” Sherlock mumbles, so relaxed he’s nearly boneless.John rolled off Sherlock and pulled him close. "I love you so much."“I love you too.” Sherlock curls into John’s chest."I'll always be here." John replied softly, kissing Sherlock gently.Sherlock blushes and nuzzles him."Rest...you'll either want to go again soon or be hungry." John smiled.“Mm..” Sherlock yawns.John kissed Sherlock's forehead. "Sleep." He picked up his phone and texted Greg.Mycroft paced around the house nervously.Sherlock falls asleep easily, exhausted.“Everything okay?” Anthea asks Mycroft.'Everything is good so far.'-JW"Sherlock and John had a fight...over having hatchlings." Mycroft replied, looking at her a bit helplessly.“Oh Myc.” Anthea frowns a bit and goes to hug Mycroft.“John says everything is alright.” Greg hums as he tests John back. ‘How is shelrock?’—GL'Passed out from a good fucking.'-JWMycroft hugs Anthea back. "Thats good news."‘How are you?’-GL“They’ll be okay.” Anthea rubs Mycroft’s back.'Okay...not sure how things are going to play out, but he seems to have forgiven me for now.'-JWMycroft sighed.‘Good. That’s good.’-GL“Not eveyone can find a magic partner who accidentally knocks them up.” Anthea smiles softly.'For now.'-JW"I know. I just want him to be happy." Mycroft replied quietly‘We’re always here if you two need anything.’-GL“Maybe they’ll reconsider adopting.” Molly shrugs.‘Thank’-JW"Maybe." Mycroft nodded, stepping back and looking at Greg.Greg smiles softly at Mycroft. “They seem okay for now.”Mycroft nodded. "I think I'm going to take some sleeping pills and call it a night."“Let’s have a cuddle.” Greg takes Mycroft to bed.Mycroft nodded. "You don't mind keeping the hatchlings overnight?" He asked Anthea.“No no. I’ve got them. Go relax with your lover boy.” Anthea smiles softly."Thank you." Mycroft smiled and let Greg take him upstairs to their bedroom.Greg smiles softly and strips Mycroft before putting his pajamas. He scoops him up and settles him in bed before getting in with him.Mycroft cuddled up to Greg. "Love you."“Love you too.” Greg holds Mycroft, rubbing his hand over his back.Mycroft kissed him softly.Greg kisses him back softly, cuddling him close."Night." Mycroft mumbles, nuzzling Greg.“Sleep tight, love.” Greg holds him close as they sleep.Mycroft wakes up to find Greg gone, his side of the bed cold. Mycroft frowns and gets out of bed. He grabs a robe and puts it on before searching the house.Greg was out in the garden with the hatchlings watching them chase each other in the grass.Mycroft gets up to search for Greg and the hatchlings.Greg rolls around in the grass with them, grinning as he plays with their babies.Mycroft enters the garden with warm buns and coffee for him and Greg. "Good morning." He smiled.“Morning, love.” Greg grins, looking up at him from the grown were he let the twins pin him."Having fun?" Mycroft asked setting the try on the table and taking a seat.“Lots.” Greg laughs and smiles, slowly getting up and sitting with Mycroft as the hatchlings continue to chase each other."Coffee and warm buns." Mycroft smiled, taking a sip of his own coffee.“Mm thank you.” Greg smiles and takes a bite of a bun before a sip of coffee."The hatchlings are very active this morning." Mycroft smiled watching them.“They are. Gave them some breakfast and they tried running around the house so I thought it was safer out here in the soft grass.” Greg smiles happily."Yes...less for them to hurt themselves with." Mycroft nodded.Greg nods. “Plus Anthea said outside is good for them too. Helps them get acclimated to sounds and smells in a safe environment.”"Good. Speaking of Anthea...did she go into the office?" Mycroft asked softly.“Yeah. Said she had some paperwork to do and some errands to run.” Greg nods."She needs some time to herself...I do appreciate everything that she's done for us so far...maybe we can do something nice for her."“Vacation maybe? Or set her up on a date? She was saying how the dating pool is very slim.”"She showed interest in one of our younger quartermasters."“That so?” Greg smiles. “Which one?”"Quentin. He's the youngest we have." Mycroft smiled.“I think we should set them up on a blind date.” Greg chuckles."I think thats a brilliant idea." Mycroft smiled.“She works so hard. She deserves some fun.” Greg smiles."I agree. We should send them off to dinner." Mycroft nodded. "I'll text Q and set it up."“Perfect.” Greg smiles.Mycroft texts Q and tells him to ask Anthea out for dinner.‘Ask our Anthea? I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I mean I don’t even think she’s interested in me.’-Q"You went on one date Q. Take her on another one, make it special."-MH‘Alright. Is she free tonight?’-Q'As far as I know. Go to my office and find out.'-MHQ paces nervously before finally heading to Mycroft’s office. He blushes when he sees Anthea sitting at her desk. He takes a few deep breaths to calm his nerves before going to her. “Hey, Anthea. Still here?”Anthea looked up and smiled. "Hey Q...what's up?"“Oh the usual.” Q smiles, trying not to let on how nervous he was. “Umm you busy tonight? Maybe Wanna grab a bite with me when you’re done working?”"I'll have to check in with Myc and Greg, but I'm pretty sure I'm free tonight." Anthea smiled.“Alright great.” Q smiles. “I’ll be in my lab so just come by when you’re ready to go.”"Alright. May be a little while, I've got some things to take care of here first." Anthea smiled.“That’s okay. I’ll be here.” Q smiles and nods before going back to his work.Anthea checks in with Greg to make sure they won't need her for the night, that she had a date.Greg texts her that they’re good and to have fun.Anthea smiles and sets about her work. A few hours later she walked into Q's office. "Hi." She smiled.Q looks up from his computer and smiles. “Hey, all done?”Anthea nodded. "All done. Ready?" She smiled.“Ready.” Q smiles and nods.Anthea smiles and follows Q out to his car. "Did you have any place special in mind?"“A little dinner and a little dancing?” Q smiles.Anthea smiled. "That sounds lovely."“Great.” Q smiles and opens the car door for her.Anthea gets in with a smile. "Thank you."“You’re welcome.” Q smiles and closes the door before going around to drive.Anthea puts her seatbelt on and waits for Q to drive them to their destination.Q drives them to a nice restaurant, the kind with private booths and low jazz music barely louder than the soft lighting."This is nice...very intimate." Anthea smiled.“Like it?” Q asks, a bit nervous."Yes, I've always been a fan of Jazz. How'd you find this place?"“A little searching.” Q shrugs, he’d actually been looking for places to take Anthea that she’d like for quite some time.Anthea smiled. "Well, I think its wonderful." She picked up a menu. "What's good here?"“I was thinking we could share the taster menu. It’s a little of everything.” Q smiles.Anthea nodded. "Sounds good to me." She put the menu down. "Variety is the spice of life."Q smiles and nods. “How’ve you been?” He asks, not having seen much of her lately around the office."Good. I've been helping Mycroft and Greg with the hatchlings...Mycroft made me firemother to his hatchlings." Anthea smiled. "What about you?"“That’s wonderful!” Q smiles, happy for her. “Working on a few problems and projects. Same old same old.”"Anything new and exciting?" Anthea asked with a grin.“A genome mapping program actually has some promise. Connecting dragon types with comparable mates based on genetics and hormonal compatibility.” Q chuckles."So...matchmaking with dna?" Anthea asked.Q nods. “Exactly that.” He says, not saying how he tested their DNA and got a 99.9% match."So what was our match?" Anthea asked on a whim.Q blushes brightly. “99.9% with a .01% chance of error. So basically 100% match.”"You're kidding!" Anthea smiled. "Who would have thought...how long have we danced around each other at work?"“A long time.” Q laughs, happy she’s not mad he checked."Just out of curiosity...can you match people who are...not both dragons?" Anthea asked softly.“I hadn’t thought of it but yeah with some adjustment.” Q nods. “Why?”"Sherlock and John..." Anthea said quietly. "And others like them."Q nods. “I’ll see what I can do.”Anthea nods. "Thank you..." She smiled.“Of course. I’d do anything for you.” Q says and then blushes brightly.Anthea smirked. "Anything?" She placed a hand over Qs.“Anything.” Q nods vigorously."Good to know." She smiled. "I may take you up on that some day."“Please do.” He smiles."Lets order...I think I'd like some wine too." Anthea smiled.“Of course.” Q smiles and nods for the waiter.The waiter took their order before bringing them a bottle of wine and some glasses.Anthea took a sip of her wine. "Thats good." She smiled.“Mm good.” Q smiles and takes a sip.The food arrived a few minutes later."Look at all this food..." Anthea paused. "It smells devine." She smiled at Q.“You pick first.” Q smiles.Anthea made up a plate of food. "I can't wait to try all this."Q smiles and nods. “Same here.” He makes a plate. “So how do you like being a fire mother?”"Its good...I was a surrogate a few times during university, to pay for it...I've never been able to spend so much time with hatchlings before...its been nice." Anthea smiled.“Did you like being pregnant?” Q asks as he eats."I was well cared for by the people whose hatchlings I was carrying...the hardest part was giving them up...once the egg was out, the parents took over. It was...lonely afterwards. I buried my self into my studies to keep from feeling that way." Anthea paused, feeling a bit sad. "I suppose the best thing about being pregnant was all the sex..."“I can’t imagine how had that must have been.” Q says softly. “The sex?” He blushes.Anthea smiled. "It makes you a bit horny, the pregnancy."“Oh.” Q blushes and nods."Too forward of me?" Anthea smiled.“No. Never. You could tell me anything and I’d be hanging on your every word.” Q smiles."Perhaps I'll go into details later." Anthea smirked. "So, any new gadgets you've been working on?"“Such a tease.” Q grins and sips his wine. “A string of communicators.”"I'll make good on it someday." Anthea smiled. "New communicators? What do they do?"“Some times it’s difficult to get a hold of agents in the field so I’m working on some new options to reach them.” Q smiles."That's wonderful...especially if you can get agents like bond to answer when told." Anthea smiled.“Some day’s I think that man is a lost cause.” Q laughs."He works Mycroft into such a tizzy sometimes." Anthea chuckled.“It’s worse when he hasn’t properly fucked anyone in a heat. He gets absolutely nuts. Poor Mycroft.” Q laughs."Maybe we can find someone for Bond?" Anthea suggested.“Well I do have the DNA match maker.” Q smirks.Anthea smiled. "You do...and I think there are plenty of people willing to give bond a good fuck."“Wouldn’t doubt it.” Q chuckles.Anthea smiles and continues to eat, occasionally taking a sip of her wine.Q eats as well. “You look beautiful by the way.” He says softly."Thank you...you're a very handsome man." Anthea smiled.Q smiles. “Thank you.”Anthea finishes eating. "That was very good." She smiles.Q nods, full. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”"Shall we go for a walk before you take me to Mycroft's."“I’d love to.” Q smiles and pays the check. He stands and offers his hand to Anthea.Anthea took his hand and stood. They left the restaurant and walked the streets for a bit.Q is quiet for a while as they walk, watching the people pass by on the street. “I.. I would like to keep seeing you if you’d like.” He says softly.Anthea nodded. "I'd like that." She smiled and kissed Qs cheek.Q blushes and in a moment of boldness pulls her in, kissing her softly.Anthea smiled and wrapped her arms around Q.Q nuzzles her and kisses her again, holding her close.Anthea let out a little desperate noise.“Okay?” Q asks softly.Anthea nodded with a blush. "Its been a while."Q smiles softly, still holding her close. “Same for me.”"I'd like to take it slow...Don't doubt that I want you though." Anthea smiled softly.“I’d never doubt you.” Q smiles softly."It's getting late...I should get going." Anthea smiled softly.“Of course.” Q nods and takes her back to Mycroft’s.When Q parked outside of Mycroft's Anthea turned to Q. She kissed him briefly. "Can I do something for you before I go? A token and a promise for the future?"“Sure.” Q smiles softly.Anthea places a hand gently on Qs inner thigh, rubbing back and forth.Q blushes and relaxes under her hand.Anthea presses his hand between Qs thigh, squeezing the mans growing arousal.Q groans and his head falls back against the car seat. “Oh Ant.”"Yes, Q?" Anthea smiled, opening Qs troubles and teasing him through his underwear.“Want to touch you.” Q whines softly."Not yet...soon. right now I want you to just feel." Anthea said gently as she pulled his cock out.Q gasps and moans. “Can I kiss you?”Anthea leaned in and placed her lips over Qs. She continued to stroke him.Q kisses her back deeply and rocks into her hand. He pulls back and bites his lip. “Mm stop. I don’t want to come if I can’t make you come.” He nuzzles her. “I’ll wait. However long you need. Forever.”"I want you to cum...then I can lick it off my hand." Anthea replied.“Oh fuck.” Q groans and comes over her hand from her words.Anthea smiled, stroking him through orgasm. "Good boy."Q moans softly and pants.Anthea kisses him briefly. She pulls her hand back and licks Qs cum off.“Fuck.” Q giggles and moans as he watches her.Anthea smirked. "You taste so good."Q groans and kisses her deeply, sucking in her tongue teasingly before pulling back.Anthea looked at Q with a blushing smile. "That was fun."Q smiles softly and nods, nuzzling her. “It was.”"I look forward to our next date." Anthea smiled, getting out of the car.Q gets re dressed and gets out of the car. “I should walk you to the door at least.” He says softly and walks with her.Anthea nods with a smile. "Thank you."“My pleasure.” Q smiles softly and walks her to the door.When they reached the door, Anthea kissed him one last time. "Thanks for tonight...see you soon." She smiled before disappearing inside.“See you soon.” Q echos and smiles as he walks back to the car.Mycroft was sitting in the living room with a book and sleeping hatchlings, in front of the fire. He looked up when Anthea entered. "Good date?"“Very good.” Anthea smiles happily, taking off her heels.Mycroft smirked. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He placed his book aside.“Alright. Out with it.” Anthea smiles and sits."Nothing...just the car sat outside for a while...snogging like teenagers?" Mycroft smiled“Can’t get anything past you.” Anthea giggles."I'm glad you enjoyed your date." Mycroft smiled.“Thank you for setting it up.” Anthea smirks, knowing when she’s been set up."You're very welcome...I want you to be happy." Mycroft said softly.“And I doubt you want to be the only one with pups.” Anthea laughs."I wouldn't presume to make that decision for you." Mycroft smiled.“I told him how I was a surrogate. It.. it didn’t gross him out.” Anthea says softly."That's wonderful." Mycroft smiled. "He's a good man."Anthea smiles softly and nods. “He is.”"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Mycroft replied. "Will you be going out again?"“He said he’d like to keep seeing me so that’s a good sign.” Anthea nods.Mycroft nodded. "Very good. Any idea where you'll go next time?"“Soon I think.” Anthea smiles. “How was your night?”"Quiet...well, for a bit." Mycroft smiled at the hatchlings. "I think I might have another heater installed in their room."“I can order one if you’d like?” Anthea says."Maybe one like the fireplace...they seem to like the light and sound it gives off." Mycroft replied“Alright.” Anthea nods and takes out her phone, ordering it. “Did Greg go out?” She asks, not hearing anyone else home.Mycroft nodded. "He should be back soon. He was having some cravings and decided to go out, he said he'd pick up ice cream too." He smiled.“Ohh good.” Anthea smiles."I thought you'd be pleased, especially since I finished off the mint chip." Mycroft chuckled.“That’s alright.” Anthea smiles and shifts into her small dragon form, stretching out."Better?" Mycroft asked with a smile. He looked up when he heard the door open again.“Mm yeah.” Anthea smiles.“I’m back.” Greg hums and takes off his shoes. “Oh Ant, you’re back. How’d it go?” He smiles.“Great.” Anthea smiles."Icecream?" Mycroft asked, licking his lips.“Right here.” Greg lifts the back. “I’ll get us all a bowl.” He goes to the kitchen after kissing Mycroft’s head.Mycroft purred and smiled.Anthea giggles."What?" Mycroft blushed.“It’s just really nice seeing you so happy.”"I don't think I've ever been this happy." Mycroft smiled.“I’m glad.” Anthea smiles.Mycroft grinned. The hatchlings stirred, but didn't wake. "I never thought I'd be a mother..."“It’s a good look on you.” Anthea giggles.Mycroft blushed. "Thank you."Anthea smiles softly as Greg brings in bowls of ice cream.Mycroft smiled. "Thank you, love."“My pleasure.” Greg kisses him and sits with him, careful of the hatchlings.Mycroft leaned up against Greg. "Anthea had a good time tonight...a very good time." He smirked.“Oh?” Greg grins.Anthea blushes and nods. “I was really nice.”"I'm sure Q enjoyed it." Mycroft smiled softly, taking a bite of ice cream.“I think so.” Anthea smiles.“That’s great. I’m glad it was good.” Greg smiles happily as he eats his ice cream.Mycroft smiled and looked at Greg. "Did you find the munchies you were looking for?"Greg hums happily and nods. “Yup.”"Good." Mycroft smiles, taking another spoonful ice cream.Greg smiles and kisses his head.Mycroft purrs. "Such a good mate." He smiles.“I try.” Greg chuckles and nuzzles him.“We’ll I’ve had a long day so I’m going to head to bed.” Anthea yawns as she finishes her ice cream.Mycroft smiled. "Sleep well." He said, taking her now empty bowl.Anthea smiles and heads off to bed.“Well I’m glad that went well.” Greg smiles."As am I." Mycroft smiled. "She deserves to be happy too."Greg smiles and nods, kissing Mycroft. “So I went out and got your ice cream. Still going to fuck me?” He chuckles.Mycroft nodded. "Help me set up the safety pen for the hatchlings first."“Really?” Greg smiles and helps him set up the pen.Mycroft nodded. "If thats what you'd like to do. I'm flexible." He smiled.“Yeah.” Greg blushes a bit."You only have to tell me how and what you'd like." Mycroft smiled as they finished setting up the safety pen.“Your cock in my arse.” Greg chuckles and kisses Mycroft.Mycroft nodded and led Greg upstairs to their bedroom. "Do you have a preference to my form?" He asked softly.“However you want.” Greg smiles softly, a bit curious about the dragon form."I'd like to try in my partially shifted form." Mycroft replied, undressing.“Okay.” Greg blushes and nods. “Anything I need to do? Besides lube.”Mycroft shakes his head. "Have you had anal sex before?"“Once or twice. Not in a long time.” Greg blushes a bit.Mycroft nodded. "You'll need extra time and care with the prep."“Show me?” Greg blushes, a little embarrassed but mostly excited."Lay on your back and spread your legs. I'll be gentle, promise." Mycroft smiled softlyGreg smiles and nods, laying back with his legs spread, his cock filling out a bit curious.Mycroft moved between Greg's thighs, holding the lube. He opened it and poured some of the contents onto his fingers.“I’ll admit the last time I did this I was wasted.” Greg chuckles."Not this time." Mycroft smiled, running his fingers over Greg's hole. "Now the first one." He said pressing a single finger into Greg.Greg gasps softly but quickly relaxes.Mycroft rubs Greg's thigh with his other hand. He pushed his finger gently, further into Greg.“I’ve wanted to do this with you for a long time.” He blushes."You only had to ask." Mycroft replied softly. He worked on opening Greg slowly, as not to hurt the man.“I know. I just.. I don’t know.” Greg blushes."Its alright. You can ask me anything...worse I could say is no." Mycroft replied. He slowly added a second finger.Greg moans and blushes. “Okay.”"You're doing great." Mycroft smiled softly. "Doing alright?"“Yeah feels good.” Greg blushes.Mycroft leaned over and kissed Greg as he stretched the man open.Greg kisses him back, holding onto him.After kissing for a while, Mycroft pressed another digit into Greg.Greg moans, his hips rocking needy.Mycroft breaks the kiss. "One more and you'll be ready for my cock."“Please. Need it.” Greg nods.Mycroft nodded, gently adding more lube and a fourth finger.Greg moans and arches a bit, his cock leaking against his stomach.Mycroft partially shifts. "Think you're ready for my cock?" He asks, lubricating his shaft.“Yes yes.” Greg nods. “Do you want me on my back or?”"On your back is fine." Mycroft smiled. He situated himself between Greg's thighs and slowly began to press in.Greg gasps and bites his lip, making himself relax and control his excitement.Mycroft stroked Greg's cock as he sheathed himself inside the man. "Alright?"Greg moans and nods. “Good. Really good. Does it always feel this good?” His cock leaks over Mycroft’s hand."Usually, yes." Mycroft smiled. "You're very tight...very good."“Like it?” Greg blushes."Very much." Mycroft purred, rocking into Greg.Greg wraps his arms and legs around him, holding him close."I...you feel wonderful..." Mycroft panted, beginning to rock in and out of Greg.Greg moans. “You do too. So big.”Mycroft kissed Greg as he picks up speed.Greg moans, his cock leaking excitedly."Tell me what you need." Mycroft mumbled against Greg's lips.“Harder. Touch my cock.” Greg groans, getting close.Mycroft began to stroke Greg's cock as he began fucking him with gusto.Greg moans loudly. “Close!”Mycroft groaned and tried to hit Greg's prostate with each trust. "Cum for me love."Greg cries out and comes hard, covering himself and Mycroft in cum.Mycroft groaned loudly and came inside Greg. The base of his cock swelling and locking them together.Greg moans, coming more.Mycroft whimpered. "I...I think..." He released inside Greg again. "...I knotted."“Feels stuck.” Greg mumbles, not really sure what he means."...we're stuck together...by my cock." Mycroft tried to explain.Greg blinks. “It can do that?”"Not with a human...but you're not all human." Mycroft replied, cock throbbing.Greg moans and rocks a bit. “It’s tight. Good. But tight.”Mycroft nodded. He cried out when another climax hit him.“Fuck.” Greg gasps."I have a feeling....it's going to be a big mess...after." Mycroft panted.“Just pull out of me in the shower.” Greg mumbles.Mycroft nodded, kissing Greg.Greg kisses him back deeply.Mycroft rocks into Greg, close to cuming again.“So much cum.” Greg moans."I know...you're going to be so full." Mycroft replied.“I like it.” Greg blushes.Mycroft smiled. "Me too!" He groaned, filling Greg one last time.“Myc!” Greg moans and comes hard again.Mycroft holds him close before walking them to the shower.Greg holds onto him tight.Mycroft turns on the water before pulling out and setting Greg down.Greg whimpers at the empty feeling, feeling less cum leak out of him than he thought."Alright?" Mycroft asked softlyGreg blushes and nods, looking down at his cum bloated stomach."You look delicious." Mycroft smiled, placing a hand over Greg's stomach.Greg blushes. “Yeah?”Mycroft nodded, pressing a little, making some more cum dribble out of Greg.Greg mewls, feeling cum leaking out of him."I like watching my cum leak out of you." Mycroft smiled.Greg blushes. “It’s hot.”Mycroft smiled and pressed more. "Very sexy."Greg blushes and giggles."We should clean up and get to bed." Mycroft replied.Greg nods, starting to wash both of them.Mycroft purred. "I love you."“I love you, too.” He nuzzles him.Mycroft smiled and helped Greg wash.“I’m gonna want you to fuck me more often.” Greg chuckles."I think I can agree to that." Mycroft smiled, pecking Greg on the lips.“Good.” Greg hums happily and rinses off, following Mycroft out of the shower.Mycroft puts on some pajamas and goes to get the hatchlings.They’re sleeping happily in their play pen where they were left.Mycroft looks at them. "They're so peaceful...lets just turn the monitor on and let them sleep." He says to Greg.Greg nods and follows Mycroft.Mycroft grabbed the baby monitor and turned it on before turning on their part of the monitor and going back upstairs to bed.Greg cuddles around Mycroft.Mycroft kisses him once again before drifting off to sleep.Mycroft kisses him back, falling asleep in his arms.Mycroft wakes to the sound of chittering over the baby monitor. He looks at the time. 5am. Not too bad, they slept through most of the night. Mycroft got up and went down to the living room. He stoked the fire. "Morning, little ones." He smiled, opening the pen and stepping inside.They chitter happily and run around his legs.Mycroft shifts and holds them close, nuzzling them both and purring.They purr back, nuzzling against him.Mycroft then led them to the kitchen where he shifted again and set them on the counter before beginning to make breakfast.They watch excitedly, hungry.Mycroft sears some meat in a pan with some eggs and veggies.They hop around the counter, wanting their breakfast.Mycroft kissed both their heads. "Want to go wake up daddy for breakfast?" He asked plating up their food.They chitter, hopping off the counter and running towards their parents bedroom.Mycroft smiled and finished making breakfast for them. Making Greg some coffee and himself some tea.Greg soon comes out, carrying the hatchlings as they chitter to him excitedly. “Morning, love.” He kisses Mycroft’s cheek, his belly still rounded from last night.Mycroft licked his lips. "Morning." He said, putting the hatchlings plate up on the counter with a bowl of water. "Hungry?"“Mm starving.” Greg nods and sets the hatchlings down to eat.Mycroft sit Greg down at the counter, placing a cup of coffee and a plate of food before him. "Its a protien scramble." He smiled, kissing Greg's cheek.“Mm thank you, love.” Greg hums happily and starts to eat."You're welcome." Mycroft smiled, drinking his tea and eating.“They’re getting better with sleeping through the night.” Greg smiles. “When do you think they’ll be able to shift?”"Soon, I hope." Mycroft smiled. "Then we'll have to get a nanny or ask Tabatha to watch them when we're at work."Greg nods. “I’d rather Tabatha than a stranger.”Mycroft nodded. "I'll call her today." He said , sipping his tea.“Good.” Greg smiles and nods, hand resting on his belly."Still pretty full?" Mycroft asked with a blush.Greg chuckles and nods. “Yeah. Some leaked out while I was asleep but most of it’s still in there.”Mycroft nodded with a blush. "It'll work its way out."Greg nods. “I’m not worried about it. I like it.” He blushes a bit and smiles. “Like feeling full of you.”Mycroft kissed Greg. "I like it too."Greg hums happily and kisses Mycroft back.Mycroft smiles into the kiss, cupping Greg's cheek.Greg nips at his lips and grins.The hatchlings, having finished their plate moved to Greg's.“Still hungry?” Greg chuckles, feeding them in between his own bites.Mycroft smiled. "Always hungry." He finished what he wanted of his breakfast and dumped the rest on Greg's plate to share with the hatchlings.They soon finish up eating.Mycroft rinses the dishes. "Do you need to go into work today?" He asked softly.“Yeah. My paternity leave is up.” Greg nods."Want us to take you to work?" Mycroft asked softly. "You can show off our beautiful hatchlings..."“I’d love that.” Greg grins.Mycroft nodded. "Let me get dressed an put them in their carrier." He smiled going back upstairs wit the hatchlings.Greg smiles and puts the plates in the sink before going up to get dressed.Mycroft puts on some dark brown trousers and a polo shirt. He then got the carrier for the hatchlings. "Inside, little ones." He smiles.They climb over each other into it.Greg chuckles and buttons up his shirt.Mycroft smiled and picked the carrier up. "I'll be downstairs when you're ready." He smiled.“Just have to get my shoes on.” Greg smiles.Mycroft grabbed his wallet and the baby bag.Greg follows Mycroft out with the hatchlings."Ready?" Mycroft asked, standing at the door.“Yup.” Greg smiles, getting his suit jacket on."You look handsome." Mycroft smiled, kissing his cheek and opening the door.Greg chuckles. “Had a hard time buttoning my trousers.”"Oh...do you extra underwear...just incase?" Mycroft asked softly.“Yeah.” Greg blushes and nods.Mycroft kisses his cheek and goes out to the waiting car. He got into the backseat with the hatchlings.Greg gets in after him.Mycroft tells the driver where to go. He looked at Greg. "Nervous?"“No. Well maybe? Not sure.” Greg thinks."Any way you feel is right. You can feel however you want about going back to work and leaving us home all day." Mycroft kissed Greg's cheek.“I dislike being away from you.” Greg sighs and nuzzles Mycroft."I know, love. I feel the same. You can video call us at lunch." Mycroft suggested.“Okay.” Greg nods.Soon they arrived at NSY. Mycroft got out with Greg and followed him inside to his office.The office clap and offer their congratulations. Greg’s office door all decorated in baby things.The hatchlings chitter and look around.Mycroft smiles.Greg smiles happily, letting Mycroft into his office."See, everyone is happy for you." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles and nods. “I’m glad.”Mycroft smiled. The hatchlings chittered as the carrier was put down on the desk.“Knock knock.” Sally smiles and stands in the doorway, flowers in hand.“Hello.” Mycroft smiles.The hatchlings looked at Sally with curiosity.“Congrats.” Sally smiles and hands Mycroft the flowers.Mycroft takes the flowers. "Thank you." He smiles.“So how’s it? Being parents?” Sally smiles.“Love it.” Greg smiles."A lot different than expected...but pleasant nonetheless." Mycroft smiled, running a hand over the hatchlings head.They chitter happily."Have you missed him much?" Mycroft asked Sally.“Not to bad.” Sally teases.Mycroft nudges Greg. "See she missed you." He chuckled.“Yeah yeah.” Greg chuckles and smiles."We should leave you to your work...call me at lunch." Mycroft smiled, kissing Greg's cheek and picking the carrier back up.“Thank you, love.” Greg smiles happily. “I’ll talk to you soon. And you two.” He lets the hatchlings heads.Mycroft smiled and gave Greg a little wave before making his exit. He went down to the waiting car.Greg takes a breath and gets back to work.Mycroft goes home and calls Tabitha.“Hello, dear. How are you?” Tabitha smiles as she answers."Doing well. Gregory went back to work this morning." Mycroft paused. "We were wondering if you would agree to be our nanny when the hatchlings start to shift and I have to return to work?"“Oh sweetheart, I’d love to!” Tabitha grins."Wonderful. Thank you." Mycroft smiled. "Should I wait until they start shifting or would you like to come and stay with us now? Anthea is here too."“No no. I’ll be over before dinner.” Tabitha smiles."We look forward to seeing you." Mycroft replied.“You too, dear. Bye bye.” She hangs up.Mycroft smiled. He sat down next to the hatchlings in the pen and scrolled through online sites to find a good heater for the nursery. That way he could keep that room warm enough for the hatchlings and not heat the whole house with the living room fireplace.“Mm morning.” Anthea says as she comes in."Morning...theres a breakfast scramble in the fridge for you. Just needs warming up."“Thank you.” Anthea goes to heat it up."You're welcome...oh, Tabitha will be joining us this evening. She agreed to be a nanny for us." Mycroft replied.“Oh good.” Anthea smiles."I'm looking at heaters for the nursery." Mycroft commented.“Good. I sent you a few links of one with good reviews and safety previsions.” Anthea comes in eating her breakfast.Mycroft looked at the links she sent him. "I like the fireplace one...they like the sound it makes."“Yeah the crackling is good.” Anthea nods.Mycroft smiled and pressed buy. "It should be here in a few days."“Great.” Anthea smiles. “How was Greg going back to work?”"Nervous. Didn't want to leave the hatchlings." Mycroft smiled.“He’s a good dad.” Anthea smiles. “Probably didn’t want to leave your cock either.” She giggles, having heard their adventures.Mycroft blushed hard. "That too."“What? There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Anthea smiles."I was surprised how much we both enjoyed it." Mycroft replied“You’ve never topped before?” Anthea asks.Mycroft shook his head. "Never had a partner who liked the idea."Anthea hums and nods. “How was it?”Mycroft turned even more red. "Good." He smiled.“Slag.” Anthea grins, teasing of course."Am not." Mycroft replied“Just teasing.” Anthea smiles."I know." Mycroft smiled.“I was thinking of going into the office for a bit.” Anthea days as she finishes breakfast."Of course...want us to come?" Mycroft asked with a smile.“Sure. We’ll have a field trip.” Anthea smiles.Mycroft smiled. "I'll pack them some snacks and then we can go." He stood and left the play pen.“Sounds good.” Anthea smiles and plays with the hatchlings.Mycroft packed some snacks for the hatchlings and put them in the baby bag. He then brought over the carrier.Anthea helps the hatchlings get situated int their carries.Mycroft picked up both the baby bag and carrier. "Ready?" He asked Anthea.“Yup.” Anthea follows him out.They get into the car and drive to the office. "I hope we don't run into Smallwood..."“I’ll handle it if we do.” Anthea nods."Much appreciated, my dear." Mycroft smiled, as they walked into the building.“Of course. All part of my fire mother duties.” Anthea smiles and presses the lift button.The elevator opens and is thankfully, empty. Mycroft steps in. "If I start to work when we get to the office, smack me."“Yes, Sir.” Anthea nods as they rise up.The elevator takes them up to Mycroft's office. He puts the hatchlings down on his desk. "I've missed this place...probably less than I'll miss these two when I have to come back."“Your work is a big part of you. That’s okay.” Anthea says softly.Mycroft nodded. He let the hatchlings out to explore.Anthea goes to her desk, reading through emails and reports.The hatchlings wander around. One jumps onto Anthea's desk and watches her work. The other finds a place to nap on a bookshelf.Anthea pets it’s head gently as she works.The hatchlings chitters happily. Mycroft sits on the sofa in his office, skimming a few reports.“Not working, right?” Anthea smiles softly. “Wouldn’t want to have to slap you.”"No. Of course not." Mycroft smiled, putting the reports away.Anthea is laughs softly as she works.The one hatchling presses the space bar on Anthea's keyboard.“You trying to work too?” Anthea giggles.The hatchling nuzzled Anthea's hand. The other one watched from the bookshelf, tail swishing in the air.Mycroft smiled. "They seem very comfortable here."Anthea smiles and nods. “A new place to explore and take over.”"Indeed." Mycroft smiled.Anthea smiles softly and after a while she stands and stretches. “Coffee?”“Please.” Mycroft nodded.The hatchlings watched Anthea with interest as she moved away from the desk.Anthea smiles softly goes to get them coffee.The hatchling on the desk moves to the keyboard and presses a few keys.Mycroft smiled.Anthea hands Mycroft his coffee, also carrying a treat for the hatchlings."Thank you." Mycroft smiled, taking the cup. The hatchlings look at Anthea, eyeing the treat in her hand.Anthea smiles and sits the doughnut on the desk.The hatchling on the bookshelf hopped down and ran to the desk to investigate. The hatchling on the desk sniffed the donut.Anthea breaks the doughnut in half for them.The hatchlings take small bites out of caution and curiosity.Mycroft chuckled.Anthea giggles and smiles. “I dunno if they like it.”"Its new...they're used to meat and vegetables for the most part." Mycroft smiled.The hatchlings chewed. When done they chittered to each other before taking another bite.Anthea smiles softly and sits with Mycroft, watching the hatchlings."They look like they're enjoying it." Mycroft smiled. He took a picture and sent it to Greg.Anthea smiles and nods. “A fun little treat.”Greg grins as he sees the picture. *They look like they’re having a good time. Miss them. And you.-GL*'Miss you too.'-MHMycroft looked at Anthea. "They mustn't get them too often though."“Yup. Just a treat cause they’re behaving so well.” Anthea nods."Its probably because this area smells like us...they're comfortable." Mycroft smiled.Anthea smiles softly and nods. “I’m glad.”"I'm going to be sad when I have to come back without them." Mycroft sighed.“I know. But they’ll be in good hands.” Anthea says softly."I know. That I don't doubt." Mycroft smiled.Anthea nods. “Plus if you want to you can work from home a few days a week as well.”"I might just do that...let you run the world from here." Mycroft smirked.“I’ve had an excellent teacher.” Anthea smiles."Hmmm, I wonder who that could be." Mycroft chuckled.Anthea laughs and nudges him. “I wonder.”The hatchlings wandered over towards them.Mycroft smiled and picked them up.“They’re just so cute.” Anthea smiles softly. “Shit I think you’re giving me hatchling fever.”Mycroft looked at her concerned. "Is that like going into heat?" He asked, having not heard of it before.“No no. It’s like when humans get baby fever from being around or seeing cute babies. Makes them want their own.” Anthea pets the hatchlings. “Something to do with biological clock nonsense.”"Ah...I can understand how that would do that." Mycroft replied.Anthea hums and nods."Did Q seem interesting in having hatchlings?" Mycroft asked.Anthea blushes a bit and nods. “Yeah he did.” She says softly."Do you think eventually you'd want hatchlings with him?"Anthea blushes more and nods. “Maybe yeah. He’s the only person I’ve ever considered it with.”Mycroft nodded. "Take your time...don't jump in head first." He warned gently.“I know. Slow.” Anthea nods.The hatchlings chittered at Anthea.“Am I not paying enough attention?” Anthea smiles softly and pets them.They nibbled on her fingers."I think they want more." Mycroft smiled.“They’ll be bouncing off the walls with the sugar.” Anthea giggles."Shall we give them something else?" Mycroft smiled, getting up and moving to the desk. He opened the baby bag and got out the snacks. Mycroft brought them back to the sofa. "Here we go." He opened the container.Anthea smiles and holds the hatchlings as they look at the container.Mycroft offers them some snacks. The hatchlings nibble at his fingers before taking the snack.“They’re just so so cute.” Anthea nearly squeals.Mycroft hands the snack box to Anthea. The hatchlings look at her expectantly.Anthea smiles and offers them some snacks.The hatchlings gobble the snacks eagerly."They eat so much...I didn't think hatchlings had such an appetite...I've been surprised." Mycroft smiledAnthea nods. “Hungry babies.”"I'll have to talk with Tabitha about feeding them as they grow." Mycroft replied.Anthea nods. “She always knows what to do.”Mycroft nodded. "You've been doing great with them too." He smiled.“I try.” Anthea smiles. “It’s mostly making sure they have what they need and not getting into anything harmful.”Mycroft nodded. "I've appreciated everything you've done to help us...just in case I haven't said it already."“Oh Myc. I know.” Anthea smiles softly.Mycroft smiled. "Good." He helped her feed the hatchlings.The hatchlings chatter happily as they eat.The sounds of shoes approached then someone cleared their throat.Anthea looks to the door."I have that report you requested, Miss. Anthea." An intern says nervously.Anthea just holds out her hand for it.The intern nodded and handed the folder to her, before he scurried off."You've learned how to scare them off like a pro." Mycroft smiled.“Again, brilliant teacher.” Anthea grins and opens the report."Anything important?" Mycroft asked.“May have to take a little trip.” Anthea shows him the report."Damn...I thought this was all sorted." Mycroft sighed.Anthea nods. “Doesn’t look to bad.”"Still..." Mycroft sighed. "Do you need me to go?"“No. I’ll have a look. If I need you I’ll let you know.” Anthea nods.Mycroft nodded. "Alright."“Don’t worry. It’s not my first solo mission.” Anthea smiles softly."I know. I still worry." Mycroft smiled softly. "You can handle it."Anthea smiles and nudges him. “Want me to take you guys home before I get ready?”"Please." Mycroft nodded. He took the empty snack container from Anthea and put it back in the bag. He then scooped the hatchlings up and put them in the carrier.Anthea nods and follows Mycroft out to the lifts."Thank you for letting us tag along...its nice to get out of the house...stretch the legs." Mycroft smiled.Anthea smiles and nods. “It’s good to get out and about.” She smiles and leads them to the waiting car, holding open the door for him."Thank you." He says walking through the door and to the car.Anthea nods and gets in after him.They arrive back home and Mycroft takes the hatchlings into the play pen in the living room. They automatically curl up with each other for a nap.“I’ll be gone two or three days. I’ll keep you posted.” Anthea hugs Mycroft.Mycroft hugged her back. "Be safe."“Always.” Anthea smiles softly and leaves. She gets her bag from her flat and goes back to HQ. she goes down to the tech lab and knocks on Q’sdoor gently."One sec...yes! Okay come on in." He turns from his latest project and looks at Anthea through sciency glasses.“Hi.” Anthea smiles softly as she comes in. “Aren’t you just a hard worker.” She giggles, finding his glasses cute."Hi Anthea." Q blushed. He hastily pushed his glasses up. "What can I do for you?"“I just wanted to drop by and tell you I’m gonna he gone for a few days for work.” Anthea smiles softly.Q nodded. "Need anything?" He asked with a smile.“No. Just wanted to see you.” Anthea blushes a bit.Q turned pink. "Oh...hi." He smiled awkwardly. "Would you like to go out to dinner again when you get back?”“Sure that sounds good.” Anthea nods.Q stood and hugged Anthea. "Be safe...let me know when you get back." He said softly.“I will.” Anthea hugs him back, relaxing into his arms. After a bit she kisses his cheek before pulling away."Good luck." Q smiled.“Thanks. I’ll see you soon.” Anthea turns and heads for the door.Q smiled and turned back to his project.Greg sighs, the day was dragging on and he just wanted to go home to Mycroft and the hatchlings.Mycroft texted Greg a picture of the hatchlings napping.Greg grins as he looks at the picture.*Our perfect babies.-GL*'Went to the office with Thea this morning. She's going on a mission for a few days. Tabitha will be here for dinner tonight.'-MH*Should I pick up something for dinner then?-GL*'Yes please.'-MH.*Alright. I love you.-GL*'Love you too.'-MHGreg smiles and finishes up his paperwork, picking up dinner on the way home.Mycroft is reading to the hatchlings in the living room when Greg came home.“Hello, my loves.” Greg grins happily.Mycroft smiled and the hatchlings chittered happily. "Hello, love."Greg goes and kisses all of their heads.Mycroft hums happily. "What did you get for dinner?"“Chinese. Is that okay?” Greg smiles."Perfect." Mycroft grinned. "Lets eat here...there's a footie match on tonight." He suggested.Greg grins and kisses Mycroft. “I really love you.”"And I love you." Mycroft smiled. "Just grab some plates and silverware."Greg smiles and nods, going to get the things. He takes off his suit jacket and tries it over the back of a chair, his belly still somewhat rounded.Mycroft watched Greg and licked his lips when he saw Greg was still full of his cum.Greg blushes as he sees Mycroft looking at him. “What?”"You're just so...handsome." Mycroft grinned.Greg blushes brighter. “Nothing else came out..” He mumbles."Do you want more, or help getting the rest out?" Mycroft asked softly.“More as in adding more?” Greg blushes and sits.Mycroft nodded. "Or I can stay in human form...it will be less cum though."Greg whines softly. “But I liked it..”"How about we empty you first, then I can fill you up with fresh cum." Mycroft suggested.“Okay.” Greg blushes and nods.Mycroft smiled. "Lets eat first. Don't forget that Tabitha will be here tonight."“Right right.” Greg nods and eats with Mycroft.Mycroft fed the hatchlings from their very own container of food. He smiled at Greg as they ate.Greg smiles happily, enjoying being back with his family.There was a knock at the front door."That's probably Tabitha...I'll get it." Mycroft smiled, standing. He moved to answer the door.Greg smiles and watches the hatchlings.Mycroft opened the door and smiled. "Hello Tabitha. Thank you for coming." He let her in.“Hello, dear.” Tabitha smiles and hugs Mycroft. “How are you?” She asks as she pulls back."We're doing pretty well." Mycroft smiled. "I'm supposed to go back to work soon."“How are you feeling about that?” Tabitha takes off her coat."Nervous. I don't want to leave them." Mycroft replied, taking her coat and hanging it up.“That’s normal.” Tabitha nods. “It’s a hard adjustment. I would suggest maybe half days in the beginning.”Mycroft nodded, leading her into the living room. "We're having quite the informal dinner this evening."“Oh don’t mind me. I want to meet the hatchlings.” She smiles.Mycroft opened the play pen and scooped them up. He brought them over to Tabitha. "They eat and sleep constantly."“Oh I bet.” Tabitha grins as she looks them over. “Oh Mycroft, they’re beautiful.”Mycroft blushed. "Thank you." He smiled.“They’re green..” She says, awed."We were surprised too." Mycroft smiled.Tabitha smiles and pets the gently.The hatchlings chittered at Tabitha.“They like you.” Mycroft smiled.“I’m glad.” She smiles happily.Mycroft put them back in the play pen with their food, before offering Tabitha a plate. "There's plenty if you're hungry."“Thank you.” Tabitha smiles. “How are you Greg?” She smiles and looks at him as she gets food.“Good. Really good.” Greg smiles.Mycroft went back to his food. "Anthea's been a great help."“She’s good like that.” Tabitha smiles and sits. “I tried to recruit her you know.”"I'm aware." Mycroft smiled softly.“She just likes you to darn much.” Tabitha smiles happily."We have a...fraternal like relationship." Mycroft replied. "She's a good friend."Tabitha smiles and nods. “Good. She’s a good worker. I’m sure the hatchlings adore her.”"They love their Fire Mother. Just this morning she was commenting on how it was making her biological clock tick, spending so much time around them." Mycroft smiled.“I’m not surprised. They’re wonderful.” She nods to the hatchlings."They are...keeping them comfortable has been a task. Though we found that the fireplace is where they like to sleep. I think they like the heat."“It will be some time yet before they can fully regulate their own temperature. Nests and fireplaces are good for them.”"I found a fireplace that I can install in the nursery for them. I think that might be more comfortable for them."“They’ll like that.”"I hope so." Mycroft smiled, finishing off his plate.Greg hums happily and sits back, full from his dinner and his belly still rounded with Mycroft’s cum.Mycroft smiled and leaned against Greg. "That was wonderful, thank you."“Good. I’m glad.” Greg cuddles Mycroft close.Mycroft kissed Greg's cheek.Greg hums happily and relaxes.The hatchlings finished eating and started chittering at Tabitha.Tabitha smiles and scoops them up.The hatchlings sniff her and climb up onto her shoulders.Mycroft watched with a smile.Tabitha smiles and pets them.They muzzle into her hand."They seem excited to see you...more so than with most people." Mycroft smiled.“They have good taste in people.” Tabitha laughs softly. “Hatchlings like me.”"Makes you good at what you do." Mycroft smiled.Tabitha nods. “It’s an important part for sure.”"Any advice? Are they healthy?" Mycroft asked.“Oh yeah. They look great. I can give them a proper exam tomorrow but for now I don’t see anything concerning.” Tabitha smiles.Mycroft nodded. "Alright. Thats good." He smiled.Tabitha smiles happily and plays with the hatchlings.Mycroft smiled. "I'm going to clean this up. Meet me upstairs after." He said quietly to Greg.Greg blushes and nods.Mycroft cleans up, putting the leftovers away and the dishes in the sink. He walked back into the living room."I think Gregory and I will turn in for the night. You have the second guest bedroom on the right." Mycroft said to Tabitha. He kissed the hatchlings good night.“Of course. Have a good night.” Tabitha smiles."You as well." Mycroft smiles and goes upstairs to find Greg.Greg blushes as he sits on the bed, naked."Lets empty you in the shower." Mycroft smiled, taking Greg's hand and leading him to the bathroom.Greg smiles and follows Mycroft. “Still can’t believe there still so much in me.”Mycroft stripped. "I did fill you pretty full." He smiled, turning on the shower.“I liked it.” Greg hums happily."Good. Come here and we'll clean you out so I can fill you up again." Mycroft replied, getting into the shower. He picked up the small smooth wand and turned it on.Greg nods and does as he’s told, spreading his legs.Mycroft gently presses the wand into Greg. He presses lightly on the bump.Greg mewls softly, the feeling strange.Mycroft removed the wand and let his cum flow out of Greg.Greg blushes and relaxes. “Feels weird.”"I know the feeling." Mycroft smiled. "Once more should do it." He inserted the wand again.Greg moans softly, feeling the cum run out of him and his belly deflate. “Does dragon cum usually get stuck?”"I'm sure you've noticed how sticky it can be...thats on purpose I think...so that pregnancy occurs." Mycroft replied.“Oh I see. Supposed to stick until they’re knocked up.” Greg nods. “So does that mean you can carry eggs and also get someone pregnant?”"I think its possible. I don't see why it wouldn't be. But most dragons have to be in heat in order to conceive." Mycroft removed the wand.“Ohhh.” Greg moans softly."There...that should be all." Mycroft smiled, putting the wand back.“Feels empty.” Greg looks at his flat stomach.Mycroft turned off the water and grabbed them both a towel. "Don't worry, I'll fill you up again soon."Greg hums happily and nods, drying off.Mycroft dried off and got into bed. He shifted and watched Greg.Greg smiles and gets on the bed, kissing Mycroft.Mycroft kisses Greg back, running a hand down to grip at the man's arse.Greg moans into the kiss and presses back against his hand.Mycroft broke the kiss. "Open yourself for me." He said grabbing the lube.Greg nods and starts to open himself up."You look beautiful." Mycroft said, stroking his dragon cock.Greg blushes and mewls. “I’ve been thinking of having you inside me all day.”"My fat dragon cock...my knot...my cum." Mycroft purred.“Yessss.” Greg whines and his cock leaks.Mycroft reached out and stroked Greg's cock. "You're positively gaging for it."“Can’t help it.” Greg whimpers, already working three fingers in and out of himself."Ready for my cock?" Mycroft smirked.“Yes. Please please.” Greg pulls his fingers out."How do you want it? Face to face or from behind?" Mycroft asked softly.“Behind.” Greg scrambles to get into position.Mycroft slicks up his cock and positions himself behind Greg. He slowly pressed into Greg.Greg moans and relaxes, pressing back against him.Mycroft puts a hand on Greg's hip and starts to move. "Good?"“So good.” Greg groans."You feel wonderful." Mycroft growled. He leans over greg as he fucks him. He kisses Greg's neck and back.Greg moans, rocking back against him."You feel wonderful..." Mycroft picked up his rhythm.“Love having you inside me.” Greg pants.Mycroft kissed Greg's neck as he began to pound into him. "I love you."“I love you I love you I love you.” Greg babbles.Mycroft panted into the back of Greg's neck. "I'm going to knot..."“Yes yes. Fill me up.” Greg begs, his cock dripping.Mycroft thrust forward hard, locking them together with a groan. His cock throbbing and filling Greg with Mycroft's seed.Greg moans and comes as he’s knotted.Mycroft groans and cums again. "Gregory!"Greg mewls and melts under Mycroft."Alright?" Mycroft asked, turning them on their sides.“Perfect.” Greg relaxes back against Mycroft.Mycroft placed a hand over Greg's stomach. "Wonderful." He smiled.“I love you.” Greg hums happily."I love you too." Mycroft replied, rocking into Greg.Greg mewls and rocks back against him.Mycroft reaches a hand down to Greg's cock. "So good for me."“Yours. All yours.” Greg rocks between Mycroft’s knot and his hand.Mycroft turned Greg's head and kissed him. He moved his hand faster.Greg moans and kisses him back, coming over his hand and squeezing his knot.Mycroft groaned and came in thick spurts inside of Greg. He panted into Greg's neck.Greg moans happily, his belly filling with more cum.Mycroft's knot began to deflate. He pressed a hand to Greg's bump. "So full with my cum."“Mm I love it.” Greg purrs."So do I...very sexy." Mycroft said possessivly.Greg hums happily. “I love you so much.”"I love you more than anything." Mycroft replied.Greg turns and cuddles into Mycroft.Mycroft holds him close and kisses him softly.Greg kisses him back, relaxing against Mycroft.Mycroft ran a hand down Greg's side to rest at the man's waist.Greg smiles softly and nuzzles him. “You’re so wonderful.”"So are you. I'm very lucky to have you as my mate." Mycroft kissed Greg's forehead.Greg hums happily and holds Mycroft close.They fall asleep in each other's arms.
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Anthea sighs, the mission shaping up to be a bit more difficult than it initially looked.Mycroft texted Anthea to check in with her.'How is it going?'-MH*There’s a mole. Someone has been feeding the other side info while we’ve been negotiating.-Ant*'Shit. Let me get someone on it.'-MHMycroft texted Q. 'We have a mole, I need you to find it."*On it.-Q* Q gets to work.Mycroft got dressed and went downstairs. "Tabitha, I have to go to the office. I don't know when I'll be back."“Alright. Be safe. I’ll watch the hatchlings.” Tabitha smiles, already feeding them breakfast."Thank you." Mycroft kissed the hatchlings before grabbing his briefcase and heading to the office.Tabitha smiles and keeps feeding them.Mycroft goes straight to Qs office. "Any ideas yet?"“Ruled out most of the attendees. Working through staff now.” Q nods."Someone want this to go terribly wrong." Mycroft replied, watching Q work.Q nods. “I need more information. Ask Anthea is anyone seems out of place or any staff being paid under the table.”Mycroft texted Anthea.'Is there anyone who doesn't seem to belong? Anyone on the staff who may be getting paid under the table?'-MH**I’ll check-Ant**"She's checking." Mycroft told Q.Q nods, typing away."This was supposed to be a routine mission." Mycroft sighed.“It’s always the routine ones.” Q frowns."Indeed...I knew I should have gone." Mycroft shook his head.Anthea calls Mycroft, the first sign that something’s gone wrong."Whats wrong? What happened?" Mycroft asked concerned.“The AV guy. He wasn’t the usual guy. Security tried to get him out quietly. He’s strapped up with Semtex. He’s let me evacuate everyone on the condition that I stayed.” Anthea says softly, staring at the man with the bomb strapped to his chest."I can get a sniper team there in ten minutes...can you hold out that long?" Mycroft asked.Anthea takes a deep breath. “I can’t tell if the bomb is real or not. There’s a timer but also a hand trigger.” She says quietly as the man paces. “Sooner than later would be good.”"We're on it. What are his demands?" Mycroft asked. He turned to Q. "Get a swat team with snipers to her location STAT."Q nods, doing as he’s told.“He hasn’t said anything. Just keeps pacing. I don’t know why he let me let everyone go.” Anthea says softly."Calmly ask him what it is he wants...if he reacts hostile, back off." Mycroft replied.Anthea nods. “Do you have any demands? What do you want?” She asks softly, calmly.The man stops and looks at her. "This treaty doesn't help anyone but the dictatorship of my country, it keeps us in oppression! You're not helping us! You're keeping us under their thumb!" He hissed. "Listen to the people!"“And you think I can make them listen? That’s why you kept me here..” Anthea sighs, she had been directing most of the conversations."I'm asking you to help us!" He pleaded. "Recognize our pain...and our chosen leader!"“Your chosen leader is a pawn. He has ties to multiple different crime organizations they will suck the wealth from this county and leave the people rudderless.” Anthea says softly."Its one dictator or another, is that what you're saying?" He asked."We have a team in place." Mycroft said.“Don’t do anything till I say.” Anthea says to Mycroft.“No. What I’m saying is that I don’t care. I don’t have an affiliation to any of these people or organizations or governments. What I’m saying is that no one will ever get 100% of what they want but I can help you get someone who won’t kill swaths of your countrymen.” Anthea says calmly.The man looked at Anthea. "Then don't sign this treaty with our government. Revise it...do something to help us." He pleaded.“Alright. I will. Can you tell me your name?” Anthea asks softly as she sits at the table, picking up a pen."Omar Havana." He replied. "Are you going to help us?"“I’m going to try.” Anthea nods and starts going through the documents, making notes. “That’s not a real bomb is it, Omar?”He shook his head. "Its a movie prop. I'm a baker...I don't know how to do something like this...even if I looked it up, I wouldn't know where to begin."“Okay.” Anthea nods. “Come have a seat. Take that off first.” She says softly.“Myc, call off the team but I need more time to work everything out. It’s all clear.” Anthea says softly to Mycroft.Omar takes off the vest and drops it to the floor. He moves to sit across from Anthea."Afirmative." Mycroft replied. He called off the team.“I’ll call you soon.” Anthea says softly and hangs up with Mycroft to continue working.“She’s okay?” Q asks, worried.Mycroft pocketed his phone. "She's alright. The bomb was a fake. She's going to try and help this man and his people."“Christ.” Q rubs his hands over his face.A few hours later Mycroft got a call from Anthea, updating him on the situation. "Did we achieve anything?" He asked with a sigh.“Some. Starting to make some headway.” Anthea sighs. “It’s better than before.”"And the treaty?" Mycroft asked.“I’m redrafting it as we speak.” Anthea nods."And the man? What has become of him?" Mycroft asked.“He’s here. He’s helping me.” Anthea says softly."Good. Keep me posted." Mycroft replied.“Will do. Everything is alright now.” Anthea says softly, knowing he’s nervous. “I have the best teacher, remember?” She smiles softly."Good...yes, I remember." Mycroft smiled.“Good. I’ll call you in a bit with an update then.” Anthea smiles."Good." Mycroft smiled and hung up. He looked at Q. "She's fine."“Alright.” Q relaxes."She'll be home in a few days." Mycroft said softly, giving Qs shoulder a squeeze.Q sighs and nods. “I hope so.”"She's strong and brave." Mycroft smiled. "When she's back you two should have a mini vacation or something."“Really?” Q blushes."Indeed." Mycroft smiled“Okay.” Q smiles a bit. “Thank you.”"You're welcome...she likes you a lot." Mycroft smiled.“Really?” Q blinks. “I mean I like her a lot too.”"Be good to her...otherwise you won't like the consequences." Mycroft replied.“Yes, Sir. I don’t plan on being anything but good to her.” Q nods."Good. Now the situation under control, I think I'll head home." Mycroft replied.“Alright. I’ll let you know if I hear anything.” Q nods."Good man." Mycroft nodded. He left work and returned home. It was early evening when he walked through the door.“Daddy’s home.” Tabitha smiles, she was getting the pram ready. “We were just about to go on a stroll before dinner. Want to join us?”"Of course." Mycroft smiled, putting his umbrella and briefcase away.“Good good. Gregory was called out on a case soon after you left. He said he may be home late.” Tabitha smiles, setting the hatchlings into the pram, their heads poking out curiously.Mycroft nodded. "I understand, I may get a call later regarding work."“Not a problem.” Tabitha nods and follows Mycroft out with the pram.Mycroft leads them through the park. "How were they today?"“Wonderful. Playful and hungry.” Tabitha smiles as the hatchlings chitter."That sounds about right." Mycroft chuckled. He pet the hatchlings.“We should set up a little agility course for them so they can practice.” Tabitha nods."I think they'd like that." Mycroft smiled. "Give them more room to play."Tabitha nods. “We can set it oo in the garden when they nap.”Mycroft nodded. "Thats a great idea." He smiled.“I’m glad you like it.” Tabitha smiles.Mycroft nodded. "It'll also keep them from destroying the house as they grow."Tabitha nods. “Plus we can add things as they get older to keep them entertained.”"An excellent idea." Mycroft smiled.Tabitha smiles. “So how was work? It seemed quite urgent.”"An incident...unfortunately I can't tell you more than that...but it has been for the most part resolved." Mycroft replied.“Good. I’m glad.” Tabitha nods, knowing better than to pry.Mycroft nodded. They walked for a little longer before returning home. "I should probably start dinner."“I can give you a hand after I put them down for their nap?” Tabitha smiles."I would appreciate that, thank you." Mycroft smiled.“Of course.” Tabitha smiles and goes to settle the hatchlings.Mycroft headed into the kitchen and got to work on dinner.Tabitha soon comes back. “What can I do?”"I'm making potato soup...can you cut after I peel?" Mycroft asked.“Of course.” Tabitha nods and gets to cutting. “I know it’s not my business but Greg’s belly looked quite round this morning.”"We...uh...we've been experimenting in the bedroom." Mycroft blushed.“I see.” Tabitha giggles."Its very intense." Mycroft added quietly.“Oh? How so?” Tabitha asks, curiously."I've never topped before." Mycroft replied quietly, a bit embarrassed.“I see.” Tabitha nods. “It’s new. And it can be overwhelming I’m sure. Is it pleasurable for you?”Mycroft blushed harder. "Yes...very."“Good. And I’m sure Greg enjoyed himself.” Tabitha smiles."He did...does, very much." Mycroft replied.“I’m happy for you.” Tabitha smiles."Thank you...did you ever figure out the abnormality in Gregory's DNA? I know Sherlock said you were both still working on it." Mycroft asked.Tabitha nods. “Greg’s DNA has a masking effect. It presents as completely normal human DNA but when we strip it of the masking it’s split down the middle. Human and dragon.”"So he's a hybrid...interesting." Mycroft hummed in thought.“Rare. Very very rare. Sherlock calculates it somewhere in the one in a million range.” Tabitha nods."That would sound about right." Mycroft replied, finishing peeling the potatoes.Tabitha nods. “You got lucky picking him.” She says as she finishes cutting the potatoes."I did. I couldn't have chosen a better mate." Mycroft smiled. He handed her an onion while putting some bacon in a pan and frying it up.Tabitha smiles and starts to cut the onion up. “I’m happy for you.”"Thank you." Mycroft flips the bacon. "I hope Gregory doesn't have to stay long on that case tonight."“I hope not. He’s going to miss a fantastic soup.” Tabitha nods."One of his favorites...a comfort food." Mycroft smiled, taking the bacon and putting it aside.Tabitha smiles and nods. “Where did you learn how to make it?”"I memorized it from a recipe card my mother had when we were little. I believe it was her mothers." Mycroft replied.“I see.” Tabitha smiles softly. “I always knew you were a smart boy.”Mycroft nodded. "The beef stew I make is also one of those recipes."“The hatchlings love that one.” She smiles.Mycroft nodded. "Its there favorite...next to just meat." He chuckled.Tabitha smiles and nods. “They’re healthy and strong. A good appetite is important.”Mycroft nodded. "Thats good, they eat quite often. I try and supplement their diet with more than meat."“Balanced diets help them grow even though they’ll favor the meat.” Tabitha laughs.Mycroft nodded. "They like fruit."“So did you.” Tabitha smiles."They'll eat vegetables if I mix it with other things." Mycroft smiled“Children will be children whether human or dragon.” Tabitha giggles.Mycroft chuckled. He added the potatoes to the pot, cooked them down, added the onion and bacon, the dehydrated milk, and bacon crumbles.Tabitha hums softly and makes them tea.Mycroft put a lid on the pot and let it cook, before adding uncooked biscuits to the top.Greg comes home a while later, tired.Mycroft greets Greg and brings him into the dining room. "I made our favorite." He amiled.“You’re wonderful.” Greg leans in and kisses him.Mycroft kissed him back. "Sit, I'll get you a bowl."“Thank you, love.” Greg sits happily.Mycroft grabs him a bowl and brings it out to him. "Here you are, love."“Perfect. Thank you.” Greg hums happily and starts to eat, his belly still full of Mycroft’s cum."How was your day?" Mycroft asked, eating his own bowl.“Alright. Long day. Still waiting on forensics to come back for the case.” Greg nods. “How about you? I didn’t see you go this morning. Everything alright?”"There was an incident on Anthea's mission. Everything is fine now...just a bit of a scare." Mycroft replied“I’m glad she’s okay.”"So is Q." Mycroft smiled.“I bet he was worried.”"Very. I'm giving them a holiday when she get back." Mycroft smiled.“Ooo that’s nice.” Greg smiles."I thought so."“They’ll love it.”Mycroft nodded. "I had a conversation with Tabitha earlier...she said that they finally figured out your dna...you're a hybrid."Greg blinks. “What’s that mean?”"You're one in a million. Half human, half dragon." Mycroft smiled.“Oh wow.” Greg blinks. “Is that good or bad?”"It is what it is..." Mycroft smiled.Greg nods. “As long as the hatchlings are healthy that’s all that matters.”"I agree." Mycroft replied, kissing Greg's cheek.Greg smiles and nuzzles him.Mycroft kissed Greg.Greg hums happily and kisses him back.They were interrupted by the sound of claws against wood floors.Greg pulls back, looking to the floor.The hatchlings chittered at Greg's feet, climbing up his legs."I think someone missed you." Mycroft chuckled“Hello, my little loves.” Greg smiles and scoops them up, cuddling them.The hatchlings nuzzle Greg.Greg kisses their heads.They make happy noises.“Love you both.” Greg smiles. “And you.” He nuzzles Mycroft.Mycroft smiled. "Let daddy eat dinner."The hatchlings hopped up on the table.Greg smiles as he eats, feeding them bites as well."I'm surprised they like it." Mycroft commented.“Oh? Why’s that?” Greg smiles."Its not meat." Mycroft chuckled. "Well maybe the bacon is."“Maybe they like it because you made it.” Greg smiles."Maybe...or because you like it." Mycroft replied.“I like everything you do.” Greg smirks a bit, teasing.Mycroft blushed. "Good to know."Greg smiles happily, finishing his soup.Mycroft did the same, before cleaning up. "The new fireplace for the nursery arrived this afternoon..."“Oh good. Shall I put it together?” Greg grins."It came assembled...want to see it?" Mycroft asked picking up the hatchlings.“I’d love to.” Greg smiles and follows him.Mycroft leads him up to the nursery. "Ta Da!" He smiled.“Oh wow!” Greg smiles. “That’s quite nice.”The hatchlings jumped down and snuggled together in front of the fake flames.“They like it.” Greg smiles, wrapping his arm around Mycroft.Mycroft smiled. "It keeps them toasty without the hazard of getting burned."“Perfect.” Greg smiles, rubbing Mycroft’s back."Lets get you cleaned up and ready for bed." Mycroft kissed Greg's cheek.“Mm sounds good. I’m on call for the case.” Greg says and follows Mycroft.Mycroft nodded and led him through the bedroom to the ensuite.Greg strips down, his belly bigger this time than the first time mycroft filled him.Mycroft stripped as well and got into the shower. He turned the shower wand.Greg gets in and kisses Mycroft softly.Mycroft kisses him back. He slid the wand between Greg's arse cheeks.Greg gasps softly and relaxes, letting Mycroft work.Mycroft gently inserted the wand. "I love you."Greg moans. “Love you too. So much.”Mycroft removed the wand and allowed his cum to flow out of Greg.Greg mewls and holds onto mycroft as the cum leaks out. “Is it silly it makes me a little sad to watch it go?”"I feel the same when I was your cum out." Mycroft replied softly.Greg nods and kisses Mycroft softly.Mycroft kisses Greg back.“I love you.” He mumbles against his lips."And I you." Mycroft replied, holding him close.Greg smiles softly and relaxes against him.Mycroft puts the wand away. "We should dry off and get to bed."Greg nods, following Mycroft to bed when they’re finished.Mycroft snuggles close to Greg.Greg kisses his head and cuddles him close.Mycroft quickly falls asleep.John hums softly, feeling around the bed for Sherlock.Sherlock was soaking in the tub, relaxing all his muscles from his heat.John gets you and goes to him. “Shoulda had me get the bath ready for you.” He says softly and pets Sherlock’s hair.Sherlock purred and leaned into John's touch. "You were exhausted."“Still I should have been taking care of you.” John chuckles softly, bending over and kissing Sherlock softly.Sherlock kissed John. "Join me." He said shifting.John gets into the tub, holding Sherlock.Sherlock purred. "Thank you for taking care of me...I'm sorry I got mad at you."“It’s not your fault.” John kisses his head.Sherlock nodded.“I just hope I was alright at helping you through your heat.” John says softly."You were wonderful."“Okay. Good.” John smiles softly.Sherlock smiled and splashed at the water with his tail.John chuckles softly. “Having fun?”"I like the bath more than the shower. I can enjoy the water more." Sherlock answered.“It’s like a pool for you.” John smiles.Sherlock nodded. "Nice and warm." He purred.“Spoiled.” John teases."Yep." Sherlock dove under the water.John smiles and watches him.Sherlock came back up and splashed John.John laughs before scooping Sherlock up and peppering him with kisses before putting him back in the water."Breakfast? Lots of favorite food." Sherlock smiled.“Perfect.” John smiles and nods.Sherlock pawed at John's cheat for a bit. "Hug."John hugs Sherlock close."Love you." Sherlock nuzzled him.“Love you too.” John smiles.Sherlock shifted again. "You're very cuddly."“I like holding you.” John smiles.Sherlock kissed John's face. "I think I'll get out now."“Alright.” John smiles and helps Sherlock out, drying him off.Sherlock puts some pajamas on and sits at the kitchen table.John starts to make them breakfast.Sherlock watches with a smile. "You were very good with my heat this time around...did I where you out?"“No. I’m a little sore but I’m sure you are too.” John smiles softly.Sherlock nodded. "I'm always sore after a heat."“How about a massage after breakfast?”Sherlock nodded. "I'd really like that."“Good.” John smiles and played up their breakfast, bringing it to the table.Sherlock licked his lips. "Mmmm...this smells wonderful." He takes a bite. "So good."“I’m glad.” John kisses his head and sits, eating happily.Sherlock shovels food into his mouth, making happy noises.“Remind me to make you eat more during heats.” John smiles softly.Sherlock nodded. "Okay."John squeezes Sherlock’s knee.Sherlock continues to eat, making little noises of pleasure.John smiles and watches him. “You’re so lovely.”Sherlock smiles, cheeks full of food.John chuckles and kisses his cheek.Sherlock finishes his breakfast. "That was good."“I’m glad.” John smiles, taking their empty plates.Sherlock stood and went to the bedroom. He stripped and lay down on his front.John follows him and gets out the massage oil.Sherlock purred, stretching out.John warms the oil in his hand before gently spreading it over Sherlock’s back.Sherlock moaned. "Yes...work those muscles.”John laughs, starting to work out Sherlock’s soreness and knots.Sherlock began to relax under John's touch. "Would you consider adoption?" He asked quietly.“I would be open to it.” John says softly.Sherlock nodded. "We'll think about it."“Okay.” John says softly and leans in, kissing Sherlock’s head softly."You know Tabitha and I figured out Greg's a hybrid." Sherlock mumbled.“Oh? So what’s that mean?” John asks as he massages."He’s half dragon and half human. It explains how he got Mycroft pregnant...though the chances of a hybrid is slim." Sherlock replied.“Oh wow. That’s crazy.”Sherlock nodded. He went still for a moment. "He could get pregnant..."“You don’t think..” John frowns and goes to get the phone.Sherlock sits up. "Don't panic him."John nods and dials Greg.Greg moans as he rides Mycroft, groaning as his phone starts ringing.Mycroft smirks and answers it for him. "Gregory Lestrades phone." Mycroft's voice is surprisingly steady for someone in the middle of a fuck.“Mycroft, hey. Sherlock’s John has a thought. Since Greg is a hybrid and he got you pregnant Sherlock thinks he may also be able to get pregnant.” John says, phone on speaker.Mycroft went dead still. "He just thought of that now?!?! Mycroft hissed.“I try not to think of my brother’s sex life!” Sherlock shouts at the phone.“Shit shit shit.” Greg gets off Mycroft."Thank you for the late warning!" Mycroft growled before hanging up. He looked at Greg worried.“I mean, it’s just a theory. He’s not sure.” Greg says evenly, trying not to worry them more."Its a sound theory...we should get you tested, just in case." Mycroft caressed Greg's cheek.Greg frowns a bit but nods, nuzzling him.Mycroft kisses him softly. "I'm sorry...I didn't think..."“Oh no. It’s not you’re fault, love.” Greg kisses him back, holding him close.Mycroft cupped Greg's cheek. "I love you."“I love you, too. So much.” Greg smiles softly.Mycroft cuddles him close.“It’ll be okay.” Greg whispers."You didn't...we didn't plan for this." Mycroft replied quietly.“We didn’t plan for the hatchlings either but that turned out alright.” Greg says softly.Mycroft nodded. "I'll take care of you."“I know. I’ve never doubted that.” Greg squeezes him softly.Mycroft nuzzled Greg.Greg nuzzles him back. “I guess we need to talk to Tabitha..”Mycroft nodded. "Lets get cleaned up first."Greg nods and follows him. “I really was enjoying riding you tough.” He pouts a bit."Do you wish to continue?" Mycroft asked softly.Greg bites his lip and nods. “Please?”Mycroft nodded. "Kiss me." He smiled.Greg grins and kisses Mycroft. “I mean it’s not like I could get more knocked up.” He mumbles. “We’ll just use a condom.” He nips at his lip.Mycroft nodded. "In the drawer." He replied.Greg gets one out and rolls it down Mycroft’s cock before sliding back down onto it with a moan.Mycroft grips his hips. "So tight even after taking my cock so many nights in a row."“Not my fault. You feel so good.” Greg moans, rocking his hips slowly.Mycroft rocked up against Greg. "So do you."Greg leans in and kisses him deeply. “Would it be so bad if you knocked me up?” He whispers."Not if thats something you want...we'd have a small brood of dragons." Mycroft replied.Greg blushes. “Probably not the best time to be having this conversation as I ride you cock.”Mycroft chuckled. He thrust up hard.“Oh fuck!” Greg moans. “Mm fuck me like you want to breed me.” He smirks.Mycroft nodded, gripping Greg's hips and continued to thrust upwards in to Greg.“My!” Greg moans, bouncing on Mycroft’s cock."Gregory!" Mycroft gasped.Greg smirks, pressing down more and taking Mycroft deeper."Yes." Mycroft groaned.Greg pants and moans, feeling Mycroft’s cock slide in and out of him."Such a good mate." Mycroft praised.“Yours. All yours.”Mycroft moved faster.“Yes yes. Fuck me.”"I'm going to put my brood in you..." Mycroft groaned.“Oh fuck yes.” Greg gasps."Good...close?" Mycroft asked, fucking him a little harder.“Oh fuck Myc. Right there.” Greg begs as Mycroft rubs his prostate, so close."Right...there..." Mycroft pummeled Greg's prostate.Greg cries out and comes hard, covering his belly and chest.Mycroft groaned and came, filling the condom.Greg gasps and mewls, disappointed Mycroft didn’t get to come in him.Mycroft pulls him in for a kiss.Greg kisses him back deeply.Mycroft runs hands up and down Greg's back.Greg nuzzles him. “Love you.”"I love you too." Mycroft smiled.Greg kisses him, pushing down the irritation he feels about Mycroft having come in a condom."We'll talk to the doctor and see if there's some kind of birth control we can get." Mycroft said softly.Greg hums and nods. “For some reason I’m weirdly irritated you have a condom on.”"I feel the same when you fuck me...I think its our body telling us its unnatural." Mycroft replied.Greg whines softly. “This is stupid.”"I know, love." Mycroft kissed Greg's cheekGreg relaxes a bit. “You’re so good to me.”"You're amazing to me." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles and kisses him. “I suppose we’ll get up now.” He sighs and slowly gets off Mycroft’s cock.Mycroft nodded. When Greg moved off him, Mycroft removed the condom and binned it.“Such a waste.” Greg sighs."I know you love being full of my cum." Mycroft said softly.Greg pouts and nods."Lets get cleaned up...we can talk to Tabitha after." Mycroft smiled.“Okay.” Greg follows Mycroft.Mycroft takes his time washing them. Loving on Greg.Greg hums happily, kissing Mycroft every change he gets."Such a good mate." Mycroft kissed him.Greg purrs and kisses him back.Mycroft turns the water off and drys them both. "Alright, love?"“Mm yeah. Better.” Greg smiles."Good. It think today is a pajamas day. " Mycroft smiled, getting dressed.“Yes please.” Greg smiles, getting dressed as well.Once dressed they walked downstairs to the kitchen.Tabitha is feeding the hatchlings breakfast. “Morning, Dears.”"Morning....um...we have a question..." Mycroft replied awkwardly“Of course, love. Anything ask away.” Tabitha smiles."Can Gregory get pregnant?" Mycroft blurted.“I..” Tabitha blinks. “I’m not sure..”Mycroft nodded. "Can you do a test, or should we see a doctor?"“No we can do a test and see if there’s anything conclusive first.” Tabitha nods and goes to her bag. “Gregory, if you’d have a wee into the cup.” She hands it to Greg.Greg blushes brightly and nods, taking the cup to the bathroom.“Is he having symptoms?” Tabitha asks Mycroft"No...but we've been like bunnies." Mycroft blushed.Tabitha smiles softly and nods. “Alright. We’ll just have to see then. No contraception I take it.”"We didn't think about it...we thought he was human until you said otherwise...pregnancy never crossed our minds." Mycroft replied nervously.“Alright. Well there’s no reason to work ourselves into a tizzy.” Tabitha runs his arms gently. “Remember what your mother and I told you when you were pregnant? The conception wouldn’t have happened unless their was hospitable environment.”Mycroft nodded. "I know. And it wouldn't be all bad...but the hatchlings are still so new...It'd be a lot to handle."“I know. But I’m here. It will be alright. We’ll figure it out.” Tabitha nods as Greg comes back.Mycroft looked at Greg.Greg hands the cup over to Tabitha and takes Mycroft’s hand.Tabitha adds a few drops of a chemical to the cup. “Blue, it’s just the flu. Pink, baby in the kitchen sink.” She hums, waiting for the color to appear.Mycroft held Greg's hand.Tabitha frowns when it turns a purpley color. “Huh..”"What does that mean?" Mycroft asked concerned.“Inconclusive.” Tabitha frowns a bit.“Inconclusive?” Greg blinks."So we need a doctor?" Mycroft asked.Tabitha nods. “Let me call one of my friends. She’ll get you in.”Mycroft nodded. "Thank you."“Just because it’s inconclusive doesn’t mean anything bad. Just have to try some different tests.” Tabitha says softly. “And it may also be a bit early to tell anything if there is anything to see.”Mycroft nodded, squeezing Greg's hand. "Alright."Greg squeezes back, he doesn’t know how to feel.Mycroft pulls Greg into a hug. "It'll be okay, love."Greg relaxes in his arms. “I’m scared and excited?” He sounds confused."I know...so was I." Mycroft admitted.Greg squeezes him tighter.Mycroft kisses Greg's cheek. "It's going to be okay."Greg nods and nuzzles him. “I know. I’ve got you.”"We'll get through this together." Mycroft replied.“I know.” Greg smiles softly."Good. Lets have some breakfast and worry later." Mycroft suggested.“That sounds good.” Greg nods and helps Mycroft get their breakfast.The hatchlings make noise at Tabitha.Mycroft cooks up some eggs.Greg goes to the hatchlings and cuddles them.Soon breakfast is ready. Mycroft places their plates at the table with some orange juice.Greg smiles softly and feeds the hatchlings."Eat, love." Mycroft said softly.Greg nods, doing as he’s told.Mycroft took Greg's free hand while they ate.Greg rubs his thumb over Mycroft’s knuckles."I love you." Mycroft said.“I love you too. So much.” Greg smiles softly.Mycroft nodded. "Our hatchlings are wonderful."“They’re perfect.” Greg smiles.The hatchlings, as if knowing they were the topic of conversation, made happy little noises.“Look at you. So observant. Just like you’re Daddy.” Greg praises them.The hatchlings chittered and went back to their breakfast. "Smart."“Geniuses. Just like you.” Greg smiles happily.Mycroft blushes.Greg smiles and kisses him.Mycroft cups Greg's cheek and strokes it gently with his thumb.“I love you.”"I love you my wonderful mate." Mycroft replied.Greg blushes and nuzzles him."Finish your breakfast and we'll have a cuddle."“Yes, Sir.” Greg teases and does as he’s told.Mycroft finishes his breakfast and watches Greg.Greg hums happily. “That was good.”"Good." Mycroft takes their plates and puts them in the sink.Greg follows him for a cuddle.Mycroft leads Greg to the sofa. He puts a blanket around them and turns on a Dr who episode.Greg slowly relaxes against him. He decides that being worried is silly. If he’s pregnant everything will be okay. If he’s not that’s okay too.Mycroft rubs Greg's side and kisses his forehead.“It’ll be okay. If I am pregnant it’ll be okay. If I’m not that’ll be okay too. We have each other and two beautiful hatchlings already.” Greg says softly."As long as you're okay with either scenario." Mycroft replied softly.“I am.” Greg nods."Good." Mycroft kissed his cheek. "We'll get though this together."Greg smiles softly and nods cuddling into him.A few hours later they were at the doctor Tabitha recommend.“Come on through.” The doctor smiles softly, leading them into the exam room.Mycroft sat down next to Greg, who was on the exam table.“I’m Dr. Williams. Tabitha filled me in. The home test was inconclusive.” Dr. Williams nods and gets the sonogram machine ready. “Tell me about your sex lives. How often. Contraception.”Mycroft blushed. "We used contraception when I...received...but not when he did, because we didn't know until Gregory was part dragon until the other day. We never considered he could get pregnant." Mycroft replied.“Alright. And how many times did you have unprotected sex when Gregory was receiving?” Dr. Williams types.“Four maybe.” Mycroft replied, not really sure.“Alright. And when was the first?” Dr. Williams asks."A week." Mycroft replied.“It may be to early to tell anything.” The doctor says softly. “I’m going to use an ultrasound wand to see if there’s anything going on inside, Greg. But since it’s so early it’s going to have to go inside you.”Greg bites his lip and nods."I'll be right here, love." Mycroft said, taking Greg's hand.Greg squeezes his hand gently as the doctor eases the wand inside him.Mycroft kisses Greg's hand. "I'm right here."Greg relaxes as the doctor works. “It’s not nice like your cock.” He smiles softly."I'm sorry, love. I'll make it up to you." Mycroft replied softly.Greg nuzzles him.Dr. Williams hums softly as she watches the screen."Anything yet?" Mycroft asked nervously.“Gregory does in fact have a womb.” Dr. Williams says softly, moving the wand a bit. “And it does appear to be in use.” She turns the screen towards them, a little tiny smudge on the screen. “It’s small and it is very early. Well have to wait and see if it remains viable and if any other fertilization happens. But Gregory is pregnant.”Mycroft nodded, kissing Greg's hand. "We're having another hatchling." He smiled at Greg.Greg smiles softly.“One for now. Depending on Greg’s window of fertility there could be more that we can’t see yet.” Dr. Williams says softly.Mycroft nodded. "When should we come back for a follow-up?"“Next week. We’ll have another look. For now take it easy. No stress, no drinking, no smoking, no raw fish.” Dr. Williams gently eases the wand out.Mycroft nodded. "I'll make sure he doesn't ingest anything he's not supposed to."Dr. Williams nods. “Good. I’ll get you some vitamins and things ready while you get redressed.” She smiles and leaves them.Mycroft looked at Greg. "Alright?"Greg nods. “Yes. Just processing.” He slowly gets up and dressed.Mycroft nodded. He waited for Greg to get dressed. He took Greg's hand and they walked out.“I’ve send the perception to your pharmacy. If you have any questions or concerns let me know.” Dr. Williams writes her personal number down on a business card for them. “And tell Tabitha the test came out as inconclusive because it’s still so new so she knows.” She smiles softly. “Oh and these are for you.” She offers them the pictures from the sonogram."Thank you doctor." Mycroft smiled taking the sonogram and showing it to Greg.“Such a tiny smudge..” Greg says softly."We'll have to wait and see."Greg nods. He was nervous and excited at the same time."Lets get that prescription and vitamins." Mycroft replied softly.Greg smiles softly and follows him.They get the rx and vitamins before heading home.“I’m actually really happy.” Greg says softly."As am I." Mycroft kissed his cheek.Greg smiles and relaxes, hand on his belly."We're going to need more baby things. Lucky we have the basics." Mycroft smiled.Greg laughs softly and nods. “We went from zero kids to a gaggle.”"Brood, I believe is the correct term." Mycroft chuckled.“That sounds right.” Greg giggles.They get home and Mycroft leads Greg inside.Greg follows him, carrying the sonogram pictures."Want to put them up somewhere?" Mycroft asked.Greg blushes and nods. “Yeah.”Mycroft takes the sonogram and puts it up with some other pictures on the mantel.Greg smiles happily."Perfect." Mycroft grinned, moving to Greg's side.Greg pulls him close and kisses his. “Does this mean you can fuck me without a condom?”"Yes." Mycroft kissed him. "You want my cock."“Always.” Greg nibbles on his lip.Mycroft pulled Greg with him to the bedroom. "How do you want it?"“You pick. You knocked me up. I’m doing all the work.” Greg giggles, teasing.Mycroft stripped. "On your back."Greg grins and strips, laying back.Mycroft grabs the lube and begins opening Greg up.Greg gasps softly and relaxes around Mycroft’s fingers.Mycroft kisses Greg's thigh as he opens Greg.“Oh I love you.” Greg purrs."I love you." Mycroft whispered, before taking Greg's cock into his mouth.“Oh fuck.” Greg moans and arches.Mycroft inserted another finger as he bobbed his head.Greg whimpers, rocking between his mouth and fingers.Mycroft pulled back. "Ready?"“Yes yes.” Greg pulls Mycroft up and kisses him deeply.Mycroft rocks against Greg before slipping inside of him.Greg moans, wrapping her legs around Mycroft’s hips.Mycroft kissed Greg deeply as he slowly fucks him.Greg moans. “You feels so good.”"So do you." Mycroft breathed. "Want me to knot you?"“Oh yes please.” Greg begs.Mycroft shifted into his partial form. His cock expanded inside Greg, stretching the man.“Fuck.” Greg moans happily.Mycroft groaned. "So tight."“You’re so big.” Greg rocks his hips."All for you...only you." Mycroft groaned, thrusting a little faster.“Mine.” Greg moans.Mycroft's knot grew as he fucked Greg. Soon he pressed it all the way inside Greg.“Oh fuck that’s nice.” Greg mewls as Mycroft’s knot presses on his prostate.Mycroft bit his lip as he rocked against Greg. It wasn't long before he was filling the man with his seed.Greg gasps and comes as Mycroft fills him, the sensation and the prostate stimulation to much to hold on.Mycroft leans over and kisses Greg.Greg wraps his arms around Mycroft and kisses him back deeply.Mycroft caresses Greg's cheek as they kiss.Greg blushes and squeezes around Mycroft’s knot teasingly.Mycroft groans. "So good."Greg moans happily.Mycroft rocks against Greg. "Going to fill you so full."“I want it. Every drop. All mine.” Greg purrs.Mycroft nodded, his cock throbbing and filling Greg again.“Do you think you could be making me more pregnant?” Greg asks, suddenly having the thought."I'm not sure...possibly..." Mycroft replied, cock twitching at the thought.“Wanna try?” Greg licks his lips."If you'd like." Mycroft noddedGreg nods. “Have at it.”Mycroft thrust the best he could, Greg's tight muscles squeezing his cock. Mycroft came again and again, filling Greg up.Greg moans, coming around Mycroft’s cock, watching his belly fill with cum.Mycroft fills him one last time before his knot goes down.Greg mewls and kisses Mycroft.Mycroft holds Greg close.Greg cuddles close."Love you."“Love you too.”Mycroft smiled. "Rest, love."Greg falls asleep cuddled into Mycroft.Mycroft smiled and watched his mate sleep.Greg’s hand rests protectively on his belly as he sleeps.Mycroft kisses Greg's head before falling asleep himself.“Hopefully Greg and Mycroft got everything sorted.” John hums as he reads the paper."Probably." Sherlock replied, from where he was sitting in his chair.John hums and nods, folding his paper. “I have a shift today at the surgery.”Sherlock let out a loud noise between a sigh and a groan.“Yes yes I know.” John chuckles."What am I supposed to do today?" Sherlock whined.“I don’t know. Spend time with Mrs. Hudson. Go pester Molly. See your nephew and or nieces.” John smiles."Fine...I'll go pester Mycroft." Sherlock sighed.“Good lad.” John gets up and kisses Sherlock before going to get dressed for work.Sherlock smiled and went to get dressed before heading to Mycroft's.“Hello, sweetheart.” Tabitha smiles as she opens the door."Hi. Mycroft here?" He asks walking in.“Back garden. We’ve set up a little course for the hatchlings.” Tabitha smiles."Oh...that's neat." Sherlock walked through the house and out to the garden.Mycroft chuckles as he watches the hatchlings run around."They seem active today." Sherlock commented.“Quite. They were getting bored inside.” Mycroft smiles."Well you built a good corse for them. They need to be able to stretch their legs and wings." Sherlock smiled.Mycroft smiles and nods. “Tabitha says they’ll learn how to fly before they learn how to shift.”"Really? That's interesting." Sherlock watched the hatchlings.“You did. Scares the life out of me and Mummy one day. We couldn’t find you anywhere until you started laughing from the rafters of granmarie’s vacation home.” Mycroft chuckles."I don't remember that...but it sounds like something I would do." Sherlock grinned.“You hopped from rafter to rafter every time we tried to catch you.” Mycroft chuckles."I should try that next time we have to go to Mummy's." Sherlock mused.“Now she’ll just make withering glances at you till you succumb.” Mycroft snorts."Maybe...or she'll stand there and yell at me." Sherlock replied.“That’s always a possibility.” Mycroft sighs. “Oh umm..” He says softly, trying to decide if he should tell Sherlock.Sherlock looked at Mycroft. "You have news?"“Gregory is pregnant.” Mycroft says softly.Sherlock went still. "Congratulations." He forced out.Mycroft nods. “After you called we went to the doctor for tests..”"Oh...well...uh...are you happy?" Sherlock asked looking at the ground.“We are, yes. Unexpected but taking it in stride.” Mycroft says softly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you or make you uncomfortable.”"John and I...we talked briefly about adoption." Sherlock replied, looking at Mycroft.“That’s wonderful.” Mycroft smiles softly. “You know I’ll help you in any way I can.”Sherlock nodded. "We still need to discuss it a bit more."“Alright. There’s no rush. Besides you have these two to practice on.” Mycroft chuckles as the hatchlings roll around.Sherlock nodded with a smile. "They are kind of adorable."“Shift. Run the course with them. They’ll love it.” Mycroft smiles softly.Sherlock grinned and shifted. He ran up to them, then past them to run the corse.Mycroft smiles as he watches. He knew Sherlock needed a way to let that nervous energy go.The hatchlings squeal and chase after Sherlock.Sherlock smiled, looking over his shoulder at the hatchlings. He ran faster through the course, feeling much more free.“They’re having fun.” Tabitha smiles and sits the tea try on the table next to Mycroft.Sherlock jumped up into a tree, looking down at the hatchlings.The hatchlings try to climb up after him.Sherlock's tail swishes at them teasingly.They jump around, trying to catch his tail.Sherlock smiled at Mycroft.Mycroft chuckles and smiles. “Seems like you’ve won.”Sherlock jumps down from the tree.The hatchlings tackle him.Sherlock squeaks in defeat.Tabitha laughs softly. “Come get your biscuits, loves.”The hatchlings race over to her for their treat.Sherlock trailed behind them.“And a biscuit for you too.” Tabitha hands Sherlock one.Sherlock takes it in his claws and munched on it.“Having fun?” Mycroft smiles, sipping his tea."Yes...thank you." Sherlock crawled up Mycroft to sit on his shoulder.“Want a sip?” Mycroft hole his cup up to Sherlock.Sherlock nodded. "Please."Mycroft tips the cup a bit so Sherlock can sips.Sherlock sips carefully, so as not to spill on Mycroft.Mycroft lowers the cup when Sherlock finishes."Thank you." Sherlock nuzzles Mycroft. "Best big brother."“Hardly but I try.” Mycroft pets Sherlock gently.Sherlock purrs. "I am happy for you."“Thank you, Lock. That means a lot to me.” Mycroft blushes.Sherlock hops down to the ground. "Good." He stretched out.One of the hatchlings follows him, watching him.Sherlock looked at the hatchling. He opened his wings.The hatchling blinks and inspects his wings."Do they not realize they have wings too?" Sherlock asked.“They do but we extend them for them. They have to work in the motor skills to extend them.” Tabitha nods.Sherlock nodded. "How long until they can fly?"“Fly fly? A few months. But soon they’ll be able to push off the ground and hover for a bit.” Tabitha nods. “Move your wings and show them you can move them on your own.”Sherlock nodded and flapped his wings in simple up and down movements.The hatchlings watches Sherlock’s wings and then looks at his own, opening them a bit.Sherlock nodded at them and did it again.They copy him.Sherlock grins. He flaps his wings a little harder.The hatchlings copies, a little hop off the ground.Sherlock hovers over the ground.The hatchlings hops around and flaps, trying to get off the ground.Sherlock chuckled. "Thats kind of the idea."The hatchlings hops around and flaps, chittering.Sherlock flew a little higher.The hatchlings flaps harder, getting off the ground a bit."There you go." Sherlock encouraged.The hatchling huffs a bit, getting tired.Sherlock lands.The hatchling goes to him and rubs against him.Sherlock shifts bigger and pulls them close.The hatchlings chitter happily and presses close.Sherlock covers them with his wing.They snuggle happily.Sherlock smiles up at Mycroft.Mycroft smiles softly. “They love their uncle.”Sherlock purred happily.Mycroft smiles softly as he watches them."They're almost ready to fly." Sherlock said.“They’re quite advanced already.” Tabitha smiles."I'll have them flying in no time." Sherlock chuckled.“I’m sure.” Mycroft chuckles.Sherlock basked in the sun with the hatchlings.They lay on their backs, wings stretched out.Sherlock tickled them a bit.They squeal and squirm."Oh, they're ticklish." Sherlock grinned.They tackle Sherlock, tickling him back.Sherlock lets out a string of laughs.Mycroft chuckles as he watches, deciding to shift and join them."Help me brother...your offspring have pinned me!" Sherlock giggled.“Not my fault they can best you already.” Mycroft chuckles and scoops up one of the hatchlings, tickling them.Sherlock flipped and pinned the hatchling down.The hatchlings chitter and squirms.Sherlock smiles. "This is fun...did we do this?"“All the time.” Mycroft chuckles.Sherlock nodded. "Thought it seemed familiar."Mycroft chuckles softly and smiles.Sherlock stopped tickling the hatchling, and pulled them in for a hug.They cuddle into him.Sherlock smiled and settled down with them.They yawn, tired out."Should we take them inside?" Sherlock asked.“Yeah we’ll put them down for a nap.” Mycroft shifts back into human form, scooping up Sherlock’s and the hatchlings.Sherlock smiled up at Mycroft.Mycroft chuckles and puts the hatchlings in their nest.Sherlock shifted. "That was fun, thank you."“I’m glad. They certainly enjoyed it.” Mycroft smiles, the hatchlings already fast asleep.Sherlock nodded. "Good." He smiled. "Got any biscuits?"“Asking if I have biscuits.” Mycroft scoffs. “It’s as if you don’t even know me.” Mycroft chuckles and walks to the kitchen.Sherlock follows Mycroft with a grin. "Do you have the gingerbread ones?"“Of course.” Mycroft chuckles and opens the pantry, pulling out the pack of biscuits.Sherlock licks his lips, bouncing on his toes a bit, not realizing he was doing it.“You did the same thing when you were little.” Mycroft chuckles and opens the packet for him.Sherlock looked at Mycroft before realizing what he was doing. He blushed embarrassed.“It’s cute. Im sure John enjoys when you do it.” Mycroft smiles and hands him the package of biscuits.Sherlock takes the package. "If he's noticed, he hasn't mentioned it." He stuffed a biscuit into his mouth.“Probably because he doesn’t want you to stop. He watches you. A lot.” Mycroft nods.Sherlock blushed more, eating another biscuit.Mycroft smiles and eats one as well. “Gregory is working a case.”"Anything good and he would have called me." Sherlock shrugged.Mycroft nods. “I worry. Now I know how he felt when I was pregnant.” He sighs."Do you want me to go babysit him?" Sherlock offered.“No no. I have him under surveillance.” Mycroft hums."So...stalking him." Sherlock smirked.“Keeping tabs.” Mycroft shrugs."He's going to be alright. They'll put him on desk duty when they find out he's pregnant." Sherlock placed a hand on Mycroft's arm.“He’s not going to like that.” Mycroft sighs."So we don't mention it." Sherlock replied.Mycroft hums and nods."I'll keep him safe." Sherlock replied.“I know.” Mycroft nods.Sherlock put a biscuit in front of Mycroft's mouth.Mycroft smiles and takes a bite."Good." Sherlock smiled.Mycroft chuckles. “Couch?”Sherlock nodded, finishing the biscuit and walking of to the sofa.Mycroft follows him, shifting into his partially shifted form.Sherlock puts the bag of biscuits down and shifted.Mycroft relaxes on the couch.Sherlock entangled their tails and shared his biscuits.Mycroft hums happily as they share. “Remember when we’d sneak into the pantry after mummy had gone to bed?” He chuckles.Sherlock nodded with a grin. "She thought we had mice."“That’s right.” Mycroft laughs.Sherlock munched another biscuit. "She would have never figured it out if we hadn't just eaten all the new sweets."“Surprised it took her that long to figure it out.” Mycroft chuckles.Sherlock smiled. "I thought we'd have gotten caught the first or second time. She was so frustrated."Mycroft laughs and nods. “She set out mouse traps and everything.”"The funny part was keeping up the farce of mice in the house. Oh, the numerous times she jumped on a chair and screamed when we mentioned mice." Sherlock chuckled.“We tortured her.” Mycroft laughs."We did." Sherlock grins.Mycroft chuckles and eats another biscuit.Sherlock leans into Mycroft.Mycroft cuddles Sherlock close."You have a lot to look forward to with your hatchlings." Sherlock smiled“Hopefully they’re not as bad as we were.” Mycroft chuckles"Who knows." Sherlock shrugged.“They’re still quite docile at the moment which is good. They learn so fast though.”"So...don't teach them a bunch of sneaky things." Sherlock smiled.“Oh god.” Mycroft laughs. “I know you will anyway.”Sherlock grinned. "Its my personal goal."“Mm fine but keep them out of trouble.” Mycroft chuckles."I promise."“Good.” Mycroft nods.Sherlock ate another biscuit.“Want to stay for dinner?” Mycroft offers."Yes please. I don't know when John will be home." Sherlock replied.“I can have someone pick him up and bring him here.” Mycroft hums. “Did he treat you well during your heat?” He asks softly."He did. It was very nice." Sherlock blushed. "I would appreciate it if you brought him here."“Good. I’m glad.” Mycroft nods, he types on his phone with his paws."I've never tried that." Sherlock smiled.“Takes a bit longer.” Mycroft chuckles. “But it’s easier then shifting.”Sherlock nodded "I'm going to try that sometime."Mycroft smiles and nods.Sherlock sits quietly, watching Mycroft type away.“What would you like to have for dinner?” Mycroft asks as he sends the text.Sherlock shrugged. "Anything...maybe that roast you make...with the veggies."“The chicken one or the beef?” Mycroft smiles."Beef, please." Sherlock smiled.“Alright.” Mycroft chuckles. “Want to help me? I’ll teach you how to make it so you can make it for John.”"Or you can write it down and give it to John...so he can make it for me." Sherlock smirked.“Lazy.” Mycroft laughs."Practical." Sherlock shrugged.“Yeah yeah.” Mycroft chuckles and stretches. “I’ll get dinner going then.”"I'll help." Sherlock smiled.Mycroft smiles and goes to the kitchen, shifting to his human partially shifted dragon form.Sherlock did the same.Mycroft got out what they needed, giving Sherlock instructions on how to help.Sherlock did as he was told.Mycroft hums happily.“Cooking?” Tabitha smiles as she comes in after check on the hatchlings."We're making Mycroft's famous roast."“Smells good already.” Tabitha smiles, poring herself some tea.Sherlock grinned. "It is."“Had to stop Sherlock from eating the raw meat.” Mycroft chuckles."I'm hungry...you're lucky that the hatchlings are sleeping, otherwise you wouldn't stand a chance."“Mm true. I’ll have to get baby lock for the the cabinets.” Mycroft chuckles."Yeah. Don't want a mice problem." Sherlock smirked.Mycroft laughs and nods. “That’s for sure.”Sherlock leaned against Mycroft. "Besides you already have one big mouse."“I think I’ll keep him around.” Mycroft kisses his head.Sherlock grinned.Mycroft chuckles, putting the roast in the oven.Sherlock moved to get some tea for himself.Mycroft gets some fruit salad out of the fridge for a snack for them while the roast cooks.Sherlock uses a fork to poke around the salad for what he wanted.Mycroft chuckles softly."What?" Sherlock asked.“Picky.” Mycroft smiles.Sherlock shrugged. "So."“Nothing.” Mycroft chuckles."I don't like pineapple nor that weird green melon stuff." Sherlock replied.“Honeydew?” Mycroft chuckles."Yeah. That stuff is yucky." Sherlock made a face.“You like the sweet things.” Mycroft nods."Very true." Sherlock stabbed a piece of strawberry.Mycroft smiles, happy Sherlock is eating."You're trying to feed me up." Sherlock said, setting the fork down.Mycroft shrugs. “Perhaps.”"Why?"“I like to know you’re taken care of.”Sherlock blushes. "You've always taken care of me."“It’s my job. I’m the big brother.” Mycroft chuckles."I know." Sherlock smiled.Mycroft smiles and nudges him.Sherlock smiled.“Anyone home?” John calls out as he comes in the house.Sherlock shifted and skittered off in John's direction.“Hello, love.” John chuckles and smiles.Sherlock jumps into John's arms.John snuggles him."Missed you...Mycroft's been mothering me." Sherlock replied.“Oh dear.” John chuckles."But he fed me...so its fine." Sherlock smiled.“I guess that’s forgivable.” John chuckles, going to the kitchen."We made a roast." Sherlock smiled.“Oh yeah?” John smiles.“Hello, John.” Mycroft nods.“Mycroft.” John smiles."Mycroft will share his recipe with you." Sherlock smiled.“Ah so I can make it for you?” John chuckles."Exactly." Sherlock grinned.John chuckles and kisses Sherlock’s head.Sherlock purrs.“Did you have fun with the hatchlings?”"I'm teaching them to fly." Sherlock replied.“Oh wow. That’s exciting.” John smiles."Mycroft made them a running course in the garden." Sherlock smiled.“They must have loved that.”"I did. Very much." Sherlock nodded.“Good.” John smiles, petting Sherlock gently.Sherlock nuzzled John.John smiles softly."Mycroft made a fruit salad. If you're hungry." Sherlock offered.“Mm I’m alright for now.” John nods. “Want to show me the course?”Sherlock nodded. He jumped out of John's arms and lead him outside.John chuckles and follows him.Sherlock runs the course, showing it to John.“That’s quite good.” John smiles. “You’re so fast.”Sherlock grins and shifts. He hugs John.John hums happily and hugs Sherlock close."Greg's pregnant." Sherlock replied.John blinks. “What?”"Pregnant..." Sherlock replied quietly.“Oh wow..” John nods. “Are we all happily about this?”"We are content." Sherlock replied.“Okay.” John nods, rubbing Sherlock’s back."We will talk about adoption later." Sherlock replied softly.“Of course.” John nods, kissing his head.Sherlock purred.John smiles softly. “I love you. So much.”"I love you too." Sherlock replied quietly.John holds Sherlock close, swaying a bit."We'll figure something out." Sherlock smiled.“I know.” John smiles softly."We'll have to convince mrs. Hudson to let us build a corse in 221C."John chuckles softly. “You’re lucky she has such a soft spot for you.”"I am." Sherlock nodded.John smiles and kisses his head. “She’ll be happy to.”"Good." Sherlock smiled.John hums softly, running his hand over Sherlock’s back."I think I know of a child be could adopt..." Sherlock replied.“Already have one picked out?” John smiles softly."He's an orphan in my homless network. Wiggins." Sherlock smiled.“How old?” John smiles softly."I'm not sure." Sherlock replied.“How tall?” John chuckles, wanting an idea."About this big." Sherlock put his hand up to his side, about waist high.“Maybe seven or eight?” John guesses. “What’s his story? Homeless kids are usually with foster parents.”"He's a runner, and very good at hiding." Sherlock replied. "He doesn't trust easily...but I've kept him fed."“Alright.” John nods."Mycroft can make it happen...I'll introduce you to Wiggins later." Sherlock smiled. "We can take him some of Mycroft's roast."“Okay.” John smiles softly and nods.Sherlock walked them back inside.“Evening, gents.” Greg smiles, just having gotten home."Evening." Sherlock nodded.“Hey, Greg.” John smiles.“You guys staying for dinner?” Greg smiles, taking his jacket off."We are." Sherlock nodded.“Great.” Greg smiles. “I’m going to shower quick.” He says to Mycroft and kisses his cheekMycroft nodded with a smile.Greg smiles and goes upstairs.“He looks healthy.” Sherlock says softly."He is." Mycroft smiled.“Good. Good.” Sherlock nods.Mycroft smiled. "He's taking everything rather well."“I’m glad. He’s gotten used to shocking things.” Sherlock chuckles."Thanks to you." Mycroft smiled.Sherlock smiles and nods.Mycroft checks the roast.“Boys, I have to go out for a bit and check on a patient. Will you be alright for a few hours?” Tabitha asks as she puts on her coat."We will, thank you." Mycroft smiled.“Okay. See you in a bit.” Tabitha smiles and heads out.Mycroft puts some bread in the oven to warm.Greg soon comes down, carrying the hatchlings. “Look who woke up.” He smiles.Mycroft smiled. "Hello, my darlings."The hatchlings chitter happily.Mycroft moves to hug Greg and the hatchlings.They cuddle into him.Mycroft kisses the hatchlings heads.They lick him."I love you too." Mycroft smiled.“Can I help with anything?” Greg smiles."No, everything is just cooking." Mycroft replied.“Okay.” Greg kisses Mycroft’s cheek.Mycroft smiled. "Good day at work?"Greg nods. “Case is progressing good.”"Good." Mycroft nods.“How was your day?”"Good. Tabitha and I put up a course for the hatchlings in the backyard." Mycroft smiled.“I’m sure they loved that.” Greg grins."So did Sherlock." Mycroft nodded.“Oh yeah?” Greg smiles. “Good.”Mycroft chuckled and moved back to check on dinner.Greg smiles and watches him, having missed him."You're hovering Gregory...do you need something, love?" Mycroft asked.Greg blushes. “Missed you..”"I missed you too." Mycroft replied softly.Greg blushes and nods.Mycroft smiled. He took the roast out, along with bread.“I may have taken one of your shirts from the dirty bin and sniffed it at work.” Greg blushes brighter."Oh, love." Mycroft replied softly.Sherlock took the hatchlings so Mycroft could give Greg a proper hug.Greg blushes and holds Mycroft. “Is that weird? It’s weird.”"I've done it...its a hormones thing." Mycroft replied softly.“Oh.” Greg blushes and nods. “That was fast.”"Its a comfort thing." Mycroft replied.Greg nods. “I really really missed you. Like I miss you when we’re apart but like this was extra missing you.”Mycroft pulled Greg close. "You're human body doesn't know what to do."“Just wanna be close to you.” Greg holds onto Mycroft."I understand, love." Mycroft replied softly.Greg kisses him softly. “I didn’t.. I missed this part. Of when you were pregnant..”"I know...I hid my hormone imbalance rather well...up until the nesting urge hit me." Mycroft replied.Greg nuzzles him. “I’m sorry.”"Its alright, love." Mycroft kissed his forehead.Greg wraps his arms around Mycroft’s shoulders, pulling him in and kissing him.Mycroft kisses Greg back.Greg relaxes. “There will be sex later, I hope you know.” He mumbles against his lips."I look forward to it." Mycroft smiled."Gross." Sherlock muttered.“You still here?” Greg teases."Yes, now stop snogging my brother and set the table. I'm hungry." Sherlock whined.“Mm even in our house you’re in charge.” Greg chuckles, teasing and goes to set the table.Sherlock held onto the hatchlings and went to sit down at the table.John pets the hatchlings."I'm teaching the hatchlings to fly." Sherlock announced.“Oh yeah?” Greg smiles.Sherlock nodded. "They can sort of hover."“Oh wow. That’s great, Sherlock.” Greg praises.Sherlock grins.“How do we keep them from flying away?” Greg asks."We can put a net up in the garden." Mycroft replied.“Okay.” Greg nods, worried about the hatchlings flying."They won't have the energy to fly far." Sherlock replied.Greg nods, feeling a bit better.Mycroft plated up the food. "Dinner is served." He smiled.John goes to help Mycroft bring everything to the table."Thank you." Mycroft said.“Course.” John smiles, sitting next to Sherlock.Mycroft sits next to Greg.Greg rests his hand on Mycroft’s thigh as they eat.The hatchlings make little happy noises as they ate.Greg chuckles and watches them, having missed them too.Mycroft smiled, happily. He was glad to have his family together.Greg smiles and squeezes Mycroft’s leg happily.Mycroft takes a bite of bread."So good." Sherlock comments.John hums and nods. “No wonder this is one of Sherlock’s favorites.”"Mycroft is actually a good cook." Sherlock replied.“He is.” Greg smiles happily and kisses Mycroft’s cheek.Mycroft blushed. "Thank you."Greg hums happily as he enjoys dinner, starving.The hatchlings finished and squawked for more.Greg chuckles and cuts them more food.They dance around happily.Greg chuckles, putting little chuckles of roast on their plate as well as potatoes and carrots.The hatchlings gobbled it up.“Hungry, babies.” Greg chuckles and pets them.The hatchlings licked his fingers.Greg smiles and cuts them some more dinner. “Don’t want you two to get a tummy ache.”"That's probably enough..." Mycroft agreed.Greg nods, watching them finish.Mycroft finished his dinner.Sherlock sat back, stuffed.“So full.” John sighs happily."Good." Mycroft smiled.“Good job, love. It was great.” Greg smiles, taking Mycroft’s hand."Thank you." Mycroft stood and collected their plates.Greg gets up to help him.Mycroft puts the dishes in the sink to soak. He then makes up a container for Sherlock and John to take home.Greg stays close to him, knowing it’s silly but he needs it."I'll give you something besides a dirty shirt to take with you tomorrow." Mycroft said softly.Greg blushes. “Sorry. I know I’m being clingy.”"Its alright, love." Mycroft smiled softly.Greg nuzzles him."We'll figure something out." Mycroft kissed Greg's cheek.Greg smiles softly and nods.Mycroft smiled and took the container out to Sherlock and John.“Thank you.” Sherlock smiles."You're welcome." Mycroft smiled.“We’ll see you later.” Sherlock takes the container."Have a good evening." Mycroft smiled softly.Sherlock nods and smiles before heading for the door.“Congrats again!” John smiles and follows Sherlock out.“You told them?” Greg blushes."I did. Was that wrong?" Mycroft asked quietly.“Not at all. I was worried I was going to have to.” Greg presses close.Mycroft holds Greg. "Sherlock is worried for you."“Really?” Greg asks, worried about how Sherlock was going to react."Though I think its somewhat self interest..." Mycroft replied.Greg nods. “He’s a good uncle though.”"He adores the hatchlings." Mycroft smiled.“He really does.” Greg smiles softly."He made a good point though. If the yard finds out you're pregnant...they'll put you on desk duty." Mycroft replied.“Ah..” Greg nods."And I know you hate the idea...but the way you're acting...it would be dangerous for you to be in the field." Mycroft said softly.“Yeah. Yeah I know.” Greg nods."I love you." Mycroft replied softly.“I love you, too.” Greg nuzzles him. “I’ll finish up this case and I’ll tell them before something else crops up.”Mycroft nodded. "You'll let me know if you need anything."“I will.” Greg nods. “For now I just need a cuddle with you and the hatchlings.”Mycroft nodded. He scooped up the hatchlings. "Living room?"“Mm yeah.” Greg smiles and follows them.Mycroft puts the hatchlings down in their pen and shifts.Greg sits and gets comfortable.Mycroft cuddles into Greg.Greg cuddles Mycroft close."Better?" Mycroft asked softly.“Much.” Greg breathes him in.Mycroft purrs loudly.“I love you. So much.” Greg smiles happily."And I love you." Mycroft wrapped his tail around Greg's wrist. The hatchlings chirped.Greg chuckles softly. “Should I scoop them up for a cuddle too?”Mycroft nodded. "I think they'd like that."Greg gets up, picking up the hatchlings and sitting back down on the couch.Mycroft snuggles back into Greg.Greg hums happily, petting them all.Mycroft nuzzled the hatchlings.The hatchlings cuddle into Mycroft on Greg’s chest.Mycroft purred happily.“The loves of my life all right here.” Greg smiles happily."We love you too." Mycroft replied.Greg kisses his head.Mycroft licks Greg's cheek.Greg smiles, relaxing with his family.Mycroft and the hatchlings doze a bit.Greg gently gets up, putting the hatchlings to bed before carrying Mycroft to their room.Mycroft cuddled greg close.“Sleep, love. I’ve got you.” Greg whispers, falling asleep as he holds Mycroft.Mycroft slept nice and cozy next to Greg.
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Sherlock gives John the container of leftovers to put away when they get home.John put it in the fridge. "That was nice...we should do that more often."Sherlock hums and nods. “We should I suppose.”"So...about this kid..." John started.“Wiggins.” Sherlock nods."Will you introduce me?" John asked softly.“Tonight?” Sherlock asks."Or tomorrow." John replied softly.“Up to you.” Sherlock blushes."Its going to be cold tonight." John replied.Sherlock nods. “Let me get some things.” He gets a bag and starts to gather things.John nodded.Sherlock puts food and blankets in the bag."Ready?" John asked softly.“Ready.” Sherlock nods and leads John out, bag slung over his shoulder.John follows with a smile.Sherlock leads John through the dark streets, the temperature subtly dropping as they go."He lives in this area?" John asked.Sherlock nods. “He has a few places he stays. This is the most recent he was spotted in.” He enters the abandoned building through a broken back doorJohn checks his gun, just in case, before entering the building.Sherlock leads John through the building, around people sleeping in their little makeshift beds. He takes him to the furthest corner of the building to what used to be a closet of sorts. He knocks gently, a distinct pattern.John is surprised when there is an answering knock. He looks at Sherlock.Sherlock grins. “He’s here.”The door opens slowly, a small boy peering out at them."Hi." John smiles.The boy looks John up and down before looking at Sherlock.“He’s cool. He’s with me.” Sherlock nodded.The boy nods and opens the door to let them into his small closet.John follows Sherlock inside. "Are you cold?" He asked softly.“Not very.” He nods to the thermal sleeping bag he has on the bottom shelf. He’s wearing gloves, a jumper, and hat."Okay...we brought you some stuff, just in case." John smiled softly.“You’re John.” Wiggins hums."I am, yes. And you're Wiggins." John nodded.Wiggins nods. “You love Sherlock.”"So do I...would...would you like to come home with us?" John asked softly.Wiggins looks around, knowing it’s going to be getting colder. “Just for the night..” He says quietly."We'll make sure the fire is on." John smiled.Wiggins nods and gathers some things before leading the way out.Sherlock smiles softly and takes John’s hand as they walk back to Baker Street, following the boy.When they get in, John makes a fire and sets up the sofa for the boy.“Off to the bath with you, little mongrel.” Sherlock hums.Wiggins laughs and goes to get cleaned up.John looked at Sherlock. "We're keeping him, right?"Sherlock nods. “If he’ll let us.”"Is he afraid we won't want him?" John asked softly.“He’s afraid we won’t want to keep him.” Sherlock says softly. “He’s like me and Mycroft.”"Oh...well that kind of makes me want to keep him more. Such a brilliant mind needs a good teacher." John smiled.Sherlock smiles and nods. “He’s had so many foster parents. Left all of them or they kicked him out. They didn’t understand him.”"Is he a dragon?" John asked.Sherlock nods. “That’s the other reason it’s hard to place him.”"Well...we don't discriminate. Though you are my favorite." John replied.Sherlock chuckles softly and smiles. “I’m going to run out quick and get him his favorite takeaway. Will you stay here for him?”"Yeah." John nodded. "Is he going to deduce me?"“Maybe. Probably. Definitely.” Sherlock chuckles and kisses John’s cheek before heading out.John shook his head with a smile. He moved to sit in his chair.Wiggins soon comes out of the bathroom, all clean and in fresh clothes.John smiled. "Feel better?"“Much. Hate the grime.” Wiggins hops up on the couch."Sherlock went to get some food. He'll be back shortly." John replied.“I know. He always tries to feed me up.” Wiggins nods. “Like you feed him. He used to be so skinny before you came. Now he’s just regular skinny.”John nodded. "He has someone who loves him to look after him...like he looks out for you."Wiggins nods. “He always gives me things. At first I thought he was like those weird old men who like little boys. But he’s not. He actually cares about me.”"You're a lot like him. He sees his younger self in you." John replied softly“He always tells me I can stay if I want. I just..” Wiggins shrugs."You're safe here...we won't judge you here." John smiles.“I know. If you can put up with him you can put up with me.” Wiggins smiles."I can...I'd like to." John smiled.“Maybe I’ll stay. For a bit.” Wiggins smiles a bit shyly."You can stay as long as you want." John replied.Wiggins nods. “He’s right. You’re a lot more fun to talk to than the skull.” He giggles. “Go put your gun away. It makes you sit funny pressing into your back.”John nodded. He went and put the gun away, before coming back.Wiggins is standing on the back of Sherlock’s chair looking at the book shelf."Hey. That's dangerous." John said, moving to grab Wiggins.“I’m fine.” Wiggins pulls one of John’s old medical journals from the shelf.John stands by, just in case.Wiggins sits down in the chair, opening the journal. “This is yours.” He says softly."It is." John nodded, sitting back in his chair. "Are you interested in medicine?"Wiggins nods. “Sherlock showed me how to cut open a frog and take out its organs.” He grins."Of course he did." John chuckled.“He said he’d teach me how to do a pig next.” Wiggins smiles brightly."Of course he did." John shook his head.“He said you wouldn’t like that.” Wiggins snorts, flipping through the pages of the journal looking for something."Anything in particular you're looking for?" John asked softly.Wiggins nods and gets up, going to John. “Metallic breath smell and sores on the legs.” He mumbles, looking at the pictures.John looked confused. "Why?"“Bertie‘s sick.” Wiggins says as if that explains everything."Is Bertie a friend of yours? Maybe I could help?" John suggested.Wiggins nods, flipping through the pages. “Ah! That! That!” He shows John the picture of diabetic ulcers."Oh...your friend needs to see a doctor...they have a very serious medical condition, that requires medication." John replied.“Bertie won’t take it. Says the government controls you through vaccines.” Wiggins rolls his eyes."Unfortunately medicine is the only treatment for Bertie's condition." John replied softly.“I know. He needs insulin.” Wiggins frowns and closes the book."How old is your friend?" John asked softly.Wiggins thinks. “Mm he can’t remember but but his hair is all white.”"Older man, then...we might be able to help him...but he got to want to help himself too." John replied.“He’s been in and out of the mental hospital a lot. He’s fine when he takes his medicine but sometimes he just stops.” Wiggins shrugs."He may have other mental problems...that's probably why he does that. He needs a lot of care." John sighed. "Have you talked to Sherlock about him?"“Sherlock makes sure Bertie goes back to hospital when it gets really bad. Otherwise Bertie won’t go if he has the strength to resist.” Wiggins nods."How bad is Bertie now?" John asked.“Bad.” Wiggins frowns.John nodded. "When Sherlock gets back, you'll eat and go to sleep. He and I will go looking for Bertie."“I have to go too. Bertie doesn’t know you. He’ll get upset.” Wiggins says."Okay...food first." John said softly.Wiggins nods. “Deal.” He agrees, much more amiable to eating than Sherlock."Good. He should be back soon." John paused. "So...anything you'd like to share with me?"“Share?” Wiggins raises a brow."About you...anything I should know about you? If not that's okay too." John smiled.Wiggins thinks. “What do you want to know?”John shrugged. "Anything I should know...I'm sure you hear this all the time...sorry. I'll learn about over time."“You don’t have to be sorry. How could you know unless I tell you? Not everyone is weird like me and Sherlock.” Wiggins shrugs. “I was left as a baby at a hospital. I’ve had twelve foster homes. I’ve been living on the streets for as long as I can remember.”John nodded. "You have a home here if you want it. Sherlock and his brother are dragons, and Mycroft's mate is half dragon...they have hatchlings together. It has been teaching us a lot."Wiggins frowns. “Half dragon?”"Yeah, we're still trying to figure out how that works...mostly he's human...but he has dragon dna and the ability to have hatchlings." John replied.Wiggins nods and goes back to the bookshelf, looking.John watched in curiosity.Wiggins pulls out different books, looking through them.Sherlock comes in, carrying a bag of takeaway."Dinner is here." John said to Wiggins.Wiggins nods, looking through the books trying to find something.“What’s he looking for?” Sherlock asks."Not sure...he was researching injuries of his friend Bertie...who is a diabetic and has mental health issues." John pauses. "I told him about Greg."“So Bertie is out of the hospital again.” Sherlock sighs. “What about greg?”"Greg is half dragon. I think I confused him." John replied.“If anything you’ve spurred on his curiosity.” Sherlock smiles and kisses John.John smiled into the kiss.“Found it!” Wiggins hops up.John smiled. "What did you find?"Wiggins gets up and shows John the page. “Hem.. Hemmap..” He tries to read it.“Hermaphrodite. Oh Wiggins! You’re brilliant!” Sherlock scoops the boy up and spins him around.Wiggins squeals happily.John looks confused. "So...he's not half dragon?"“No no he is. This just means that internally Greg is more dragon than he shows externally. Humans can also be hermaphroditic but usually they’re sterile. The dragon part comes into play making both sets of Greg’s sex organs work.” Sherlock grins."Oh...well aren't all dragons hermaphrodites then, since both their sex organs work?" John replied.Sherlock nods. “But we’re born with it. Gregory’s womb grew during puberty since when he had us appendix removed as a child there was no finding.”"Oh....got it. Thats interesting." John replied.Sherlock nods.“Could be a mutation. An adaption.” Wiggins smiles from here he’s being held on Sherlock’s hip.John nodded. "Something to think about. In the meantime, you should eat." John said softly.Wiggins wiggles down and goes to the bag, pulling out his container and sitting on the couch. “So are you two gonna get married?”"Uh...maybe someday." John smiled, looking at Sherlock.Sherlock blushes brightly as he eats.“Mm you should. You both want to.” Wiggins eats hungrily."We will, at the right time." John smiled.Sherlock blushes and smiles shyly.John kissed Sherlock's cheek.Sherlock smiles happily and nuzzles him."Love you." John said softly.“Love you too.” Sherlock blushes.John stole a piece of food from Sherlock.Sherlock steals a piece of John’s.John chuckled. He pretended to steal a bit of Wiggins's.Wiggnis catches John’s chop sticks between his own. “Gotta be faster than that.” He grins."Ah, you got me." John chuckled.Wiggins smiles happily, eating his whole container of food."Someone was hungry." John smiled.Wiggins nods. “Peanut butter gets boring.”"I'll remember that...no peanut butter." John smiled.Wiggins nods. “Hot food is better.”"I hear yah." John smiled. "Mycroft's giving me a roast recipe...there's some in the fridge for later if you want it..."“Maybe later.” Wiggins smiles, full for now."Of course. It's there if and when you want it." John looked at Sherlock. "Should we go look for Bertie now or tomorrow?"Sherlock nods. “Probably best. It may snow tonight.”John nodded. "Grab the blankets." He paused. "Should we ask Mycroft to borrow a car?"Sherlock nods and pulls out his phone.Mycroft texts back that he'll send a car.“Car should be here soon.” Sherlock nods.John nodded. "I'll get my medical bag." He walks off.Wiggins follows John, curiously.John grabs his medical bag from under the bed.“Whatcha got in there?” Wiggins asks."Lots of stuff." John set it on the bed and opened it. “Take a look...just don't touch, please."Wiggins nods and crawls up on the bed, looking in the bag."Mycroft gets me the supplies I need. Mostly to patch Sherlock up." John smiled.“He does do stupid things.” Wiggins grins.John laughed. "Yeah, and I'm crazy enough to go along for the ride."“But you keep him safe. He needs you. He didn’t really care what happened to him before you came.” Wiggins nods."I know." John said with a soft smile.Wiggins smiles and nods. “Let’s go.”John nodded, grabbing the bag and walking back to the living room.Wiggins follows him dutifully.They go downstairs to the waiting car.Wiggins tells them where to go.The driver takes the directions, driving slowly as they got to the area.Wiggins looks out the window as they pass alley ways. “There. There!” He points.The driver stops. They get out and follow Wiggins.He leads them to a man wrapped up in blankets in the corner of an alley.John stays behind Sherlock and Wiggins.“Bertie? Bertie.” Wiggins nudges him.The old man looks up at Wiggins groggy like. He moans and doesn't seem to register anything."He's going into diabetic coma." John said, moving closer. He pulled an IV bag and orange juice from his bag. "Wiggins, see if you can get him to drink this."Wiggins takes the bottle and opens it. “Bertie? Wake up. Come on.” He pours some juice in his mouth.“I’m going to call an ambulance.” Sherlock frowns and pulls out his phone.Bertie allowed Wiggins to give him the orange juice.John gets the iv into Bertie's arm.“John.” Wiggins frowns and points to Berties leg, his sores looking infected.John nodded. "We'll get him to hospital."Wiggins nods and makes sure Bertie keeps drinking.Sherlock goes out to the road to wave down the ambulance."Good job Wiggins." John gives him a small smile.Wiggins blushes a bit, not used to the praise."Sherlock where's my ambulance?!?!" John called.“Coming!” Sherlock leads the crew down the alley.John nodded. "Wiggins, lets give them room to work."Wiggins steps back, hiding behind John’s leg."Its okay...we'll make sure he gets the care he needs." John said softly as the paramedics showed up.Wiggins nods, holding onto John’s jeans.John lets the parametrics take over. He picked Wiggins up. "They'll get him the help he needs."Wiggins nods, pressing close to John. “He’ll be okay?”"I hope so. He's pretty sick though...we'll make sure he gets good care." John said, holding Wiggins snuggly.“Okay..” Wiggins calms down a bit. “Can we go home? It’s cold.” He asks quietly."Course we can, love." John walked back to the car. He looked at Sherlock. "You going with Bertie or home?"“Home. They have my contact information on his file.” Sherlock nods, following John.John gets into the car with Wiggins.Wiggins stays close to John.John rocked Wiggins a bit in his arms.Wiggins falls asleep in his arms.John looks at Sherlock. "He's upset."“It’s hard to see your friends in pain..” Sherlock says softly.John nodded. "He's in bad shape, Sherlock..."“I know. His leg will likely have to be amputated..” Sherlock frowns, gently running his fingers through Wiggins' hair as he sleeps."The man needs help...he won't take medication and he...he needs mental health help. And I'm not meaning lock him up per say...just help." John sighed.“He doesn’t like the way the meds make him feel. He never stays on them as soon as he gets out.” Sherlock frowns."Can we help?" John asked. "I...I just feel bad...and I know Wiggins wants to help."“I can look into long term care facilities that specialize in mental health.” Sherlock says softly."I'd appreciate that...we can take Wiggins to visit...maybe Mycroft can make you Bertie's guardian...you know how they do that for old people." John replied.“I’ve never been the guardian of someone else before..” Sherlock says softly."Well...neither have I...but we can get Mycroft to get us what we need to adopt Wiggins and take care of Bertie...I know its a lot of responsibility..." John said softly.“I think we’ve always had a lot of responsibility whether we knew it or not.” Sherlock rests his hand on John’s leg.John nodded. "You've been looking after Wiggins for a long time...even when you were sick?" He asked, not wanting to bring up Sherlock's past addiction.Sherlock frowns and nods. “That’s how we met. He had just run away from his first foster home. I saved him from some...” He holds back a growl. “Some unsavory men. He knew things that helped with cases.”John nodded. "You're a good man, Sherlock Holmes." He kissed Sherlock's cheek.“Hardly.” Sherlock blushes."You are...even if you can't see it yourself." John smiled.Sherlock blushes and kisses John’s cheek.John smiles. The car arrives back at 221B. John carefully gets out of the car with Wiggins. They walk inside.“Do you want to put him upstairs?” Sherlock asks softly."Yeah...He deserves a real bed." John nodded, heading upstairs.Sherlock follows John.John lays Wiggins down on the bed, removes his shoes and tucked the boy in.Sherlock watches, unsure what to do.John kisses Wiggins's forehead before dragging Sherlock out of the room. "You okay?"Sherlock nods. “I find that I’m woefully unprepared.”"You'll get the hang of it. You're already so good with him." John smiled as they walked back to the living room.“I don’t know how to do anything. I’m not.. tender like you.” Sherlock frowns."He likes you, trusts you...you're a teacher to him. You wanted to take him in. Sherlock...you are more tender than you know. I mean, you're amazing with the hatchlings..." John replied softly.Sherlock blushes brightly and presses close to John. “Thank you.” He mumbles from where his face is pressed to John’s neck.John holds him tightly.“I hope he’ll want to stay.” Sherlock says softly."I think he will. He's practically made himself at home already." John replied softly.Sherlock nods. “He really likes you. Took ages to get him to warm up to me.”"He likes me because you do...he trusts me because you do. I'm a safe person." John smiled.“Safest person I’ve ever met.” Sherlock pulls back slowly. “I suppose that means you’ll be moving down with me?” He blushes as he asks."If you're okay with that...I can always sleep on the sofa." John replied softly.“Don’t be ridiculous.” Sherlock scoffs. “I want you with me..”John nodded. "To bed then...its late."Sherlock nods, following John the bed.John undressed and crawled into bed.Sherlock shifts into dragon form and cuddles in with John.John holds him close. "Goodnight, love."“Goodnight..” Sherlock snuggles close.John kissed the top of Sherlock's head, before falling asleep.Sherlock falls sleep easily on John’s chest.John was jolted awake by the feeling of being watched. He looked at the doorway. "Wiggins?"Wiggins lingers in the door way. “Can I..” He points to the bed. He wasn’t used to sleeping with no one else in the room.John nodded. "Sure..." He gently scooted Sherlock over to make room for Wiggins. "Come on." He smiled.Wiggins goes to the bed. “You don’t mind that Sherlock’s a dragon?” He asks quietly, seeing Sherlock’s small dragon form."No. He quite adorable like this...and he prefers it sometimes." John smiled.Wiggins shifts into his dragon form and crawls into bed, cuddling into Sherlock on John’s chest. He was smaller than Sherlock with light green scales.Sherlock wraps his arm around Wiggins and pulls him close.John smiles and pulls the blankets up. He settles back down to sleep.Wiggins falls asleep quickly, the warmth perfect.John wakes in the morning, feeling little paws on his chest.Wiggins kneads at John’s chest, thinking."Morning." John smiled.“Can we go see Bertie?” Wiggins asks.“Breakfast for you first.” Sherlock mumbles."Food. Then we'll check on him." John agreed.“Fineeee.” Wiggins flops back against the bed, exactly Sherlock’s level of dramatics.John chuckled. "So...what do you want for breakfast?"“What’s it called when you dip the toast in the egg and fry it?” Wiggins asks, sitting up."French toast." John smiled. "Is that what you'd like?"Wiggins nods. “One of my foster mum’s made it for me once on my birthday. I didn’t get to eat it but it smelled nice.”John nodded. "It's good. I'll put powdered sugar on it too...and some bacon."“But it’s not my birthday.” Wiggins looks confused.“It doesn’t have to be your birthday for you to be able to eat what you’d like.”Sherlock stretches."I make Sherlock his favorite at least once a week." John smiled.“So that’s how you get him to eat.” Wiggins giggles.“He’s quite tricky like that but don’t tell him I said anything.” Sherlock whispers to Wiggins knowing full well John can hear."Yeah...I'll feed you up, just like I did him." John smiled.“Come on! Let’s eat then!” Wiggins scrambles off the bed and goes to the kitchen, his little claws making a clicking sound on the floor.Sherlock chuckles softly.John looked at Sherlock. "I love him already." He said getting up.“I know you do.” Sherlock smiles softly.John put on a robe and walked out into the kitchen. "Let me make some coffee first, then breakfast." He picked Wiggins up and set him on the kitchen table.Wiggins nods and walks around Sherlock’s test tubes and things on the table."Sherlock...you coming?" John asked as he made coffee.“Yes yes.” Sherlock nods, coming out dressed in his usual slacks and button up with a robe over it."Dressed already?" John raised an eyebrow.“Never put on pajamas last night.” Sherlock shrugs.John nodded. He started making breakfast.Wiggins flaps his wings and lands on John’s shoulder so he can watch him cook.John smiled as he made the toast and scrambled the eggs.Sherlock secretly takes a picture of them and sends it to Mycroft.Mycroft looks at his phone and smiles. "Looks like Sherlock has adopted one of his street orphans." He shows Greg.John puts the toast in the egg and begins to fry it up in a pan.“Good for them.” Greg grins.Wiggins’ tail swishes excitedly against John’s back."I'll have to get formal papers ready." Mycroft smiled.John smiled. He turned his head and gave Wiggins a peck on the cheek.“Hear that, little ones. You’ve got a cousin.” Greg smiles as he feeds the hatchlings.Wiggins head it’s John gently, like a cat showing affection.The hatchlings chirped.John flipped the bacon and the toast.“It looks really good.” Wiggins squirms excitedly, nearly slipping of John’s shoulder."Careful." John replied softly. "It'll be ready in a little bit. Sherlock can you grab the syrup?"Wiggins holds onto John’s robe with his little paws.Sherlock gets out the syrup and goes to hug John from behind.John hummed. "Powdered sugar too please." He kissed Sherlock's cheek.“Yes, Captain.” Sherlock kisses John happily before searching for the powdered sugar.“Oh! Captain! That makes sense.” Wiggins nods."Makes sense?" John asked, plating up the food.“Knew you were military. Couldn’t figure out ranking. Obviously a position of authority but still in the trenches because of the Doctor part.” Wiggins nods.“Very good, Wiggins.” Sherlock praises, finding the powdered sugar."That is good." John chuckled. He turned and placed a plate on the table. He took the powdered sugar and sprinkled some over the French taost. "There you go."Wiggins hops down onto the table. “That’s all for me?”"Well, we'll start with a few pieces first." John smiled.“Okay.” Wiggins grins and nods.John makes him up a plate. "There you go. All for you."Wiggins pulls off pieces with his paws and eats happily.John sits and makes a plate for him and Sherlock. "And some for you, love."“I suppose I’ll eat since you worked so hard.” Sherlock smiles softly and sits."Come on, it's French toast...you like it. Plus I cooked bacon, I know you love bacon." John chuckled.“Exploiting my weaknesses?” Sherlock chuckles as he eats."Yep." John smiled and dug into his own breakfast.Wiggins eats all his food and licks his paws clean, his little scaled belly distended from all the French toast.John smiled. "Good?"“So good.” Wiggins nods. “Thank you.”"You're welcome." John finished his breakfast. "Sherlock, will you clean up please...while I go get dressed." He stood.“Roping me into domestic tasks?” Sherlock teases."Yes." John chuckled, going upstairs.Sherlock smiles and stacks up the plates. “You go wash off the syrup and get dressed. Then we’ll go see Bertie” he says to Wiggins.Wiggins nodded, hoping down from the table and shifting. He went to the bathroom.Sherlock cleans everything up from breakfast.John comes back down. "Where's Wiggins?" He asked.“Getting cleaned up and dressed.” Sherlock nods to the closed bathroom door. “He was covered in syrup and powdered sugar.” He chuckles.John smiled. The bathroom door opened.“Can we go now?” Wiggins asks, cleaned up and dressed.John nodded. "Yes." He looked at Sherlock. "Ready?"“Ready.” Sherlock nods, tossing his robe over the back of his chair and pulling on his suit jacket.John made sure Wiggins's jacket was done up. He took the boy's hand and led him downstairs.Wiggins holds John’s hand. “Can we walk there?”"Thats a pretty long walk...are you sure?" John asked softly.Wiggins nods. “Cars are to small..” He says, liking the open better.John looked at Sherlock. "Its really far."“How about we get a cab and have the windows rolled down?” Sherlock offers.“Mm alright.” Wiggins nods.John nodded. "You can sit by the window if you like."“Okay.” Wiggins smiles and nods.Sherlock flags down a cab and they get in.Wiggins sits next to the window."Okay?" John asked as they drove to the hospital.Wiggins nods and relaxes with the wind in his face."Good." John turned to Sherlock.Sherlock smiles softly, taking John’s hand.John squeezed it. A little while later they arrived at the hospital.Sherlock holds John’s hand following after Wiggins.They walk up to the info counter."Hi...we're looking for a man who came in late last night...homeless...goes by Bertie." John said softly.“Room 418.” The nurse points them.John nodded. "Thank you." He took Wiggins's hand.Wiggins holds his hand and pulls him along to the room, reading the numbers by the doors.John followed. When they reached the door, John paused and held Wiggins back a moment. He knelt down. "You know he's really sick...he might not be in good shape. I just want you to be prepared, alright love." He said softly.Wiggins frowns and nods."Okay...lets go in." John said standing and opening the door.Wiggins goes inside.John lets Sherlock walk in before him.Wiggins crawls up on the bed.Bertie is sleeping."Be gentle." John said softly.Wiggins sits, watching Bertie.John looked at the chart. He showed it to Sherlock.Sherlock frowns, Bertie’s legs sores had become gangrenous and his leg needed to be removed."What do we do?" John asked quietly.“We have to tell him..” Sherlock frowns.John nodded. "Probably best from you."Sherlock frowns and nods. “Okay.”"You want me to?" John asked softly“I can do it.” Sherlock says and goes to Wiggins. He gently pets the boy’s hair. “You know Bertie is sick.” He says softly.“I know.” Wiggins nods.John stood back and let Sherlock break the news. He felt sick knowing the boy's friend might not make it.“And because he’s sick they have to try and help. So to help him they have to take away his sick leg.” Sherlock says softly.Wiggins frowns. “He might not make it, right?”“That’s right.” Sherlock nods.John felt a tightening in his chest.Wiggins frowns and nods. “He has a daughter. He hasn’t talked to her since she was little. A long long time ago. She should be here if he dies.”John nodded. "We'll try to find her."“I don’t know her name.” Wiggins frowns.John looked at Sherlock. "Could Mycroft find her?"“I can ask him.” Sherlock nods and sends a text to Mycroft.'Anything else to go on?'-MH*He may have a record of petty theft. I’ll get his finger prints so we can look him up.-SH*'Do that and I may be able to help you.'-MHSherlock takes an ink pad out of his coat pocket and gets Bertie’s fingerprints."That's a good idea." John nodded.Sherlock smiles a bit and nods.John moves to rub Wiggins's back.Wiggins watches Bertie. “His breathing is slow but his color is better.”"He’s warm, and they've got him on some medications that will make him feel better." John replied softly.Wiggins nods. “He needs flowers. Flowers help people get better.”"We can go to the gift shop...is that okay, Sherlock?" John asked softly.“Of course.” Sherlock nods. “You and Wiggins go to the flower shop. I’ll get his prints to Mycroft.”John nodded. "Come on...we'll get him a little teddy to go with the flowers too." He held his hand out to Wiggins.Wiggins nods and takes John’s hand, sliding off the bed.Sherlock follows them out. “I’ll meet you both back here as soon as I can.” He kisses John’s cheek and pets Wiggins’ hair."Good luck." John smiled softly, before walking off with Wiggins.Wiggins holds John’s hand as they walk. He was quiet.They walk to a flower shop around the corner from the hospital. "Pick what you think he'd like." John says softly.Wiggins let’s go of his hand, looking at the flowers. He picks up a vase with white and yellow peonies."You like those?" John asked with a smile.Wiggins nods. “They’re bright and happy. Maybe they’ll make Bertie smile.”John nodded. "I think they will." He paused and grabbed a little teddy. "How about this too?"“Good.” Wiggins smiles, liking how the little shirt on the teddy said ‘get well soon’ with a little smiley face.John took the flowers and teddy to the counter. "We'll take these."“I would get him chocolates too but he can’t have the sugars.” Wiggins hums, looking at the small candy display.John nodded. "We'll find him something sweet that he can eat...do you want something?"“I’ve never had chocolate all to myself before.” Wiggins shrugs.John adds a chocolate bar.Wiggins carries the flowers once they’re paid for.John carries a little bag with the teddy and chocolate bar. They walk back to the hospital.Wiggins carries the vase carefully. He sets it on the table in the room before sitting back up on the bed.John put the teddy next to the flowers. He holds out the candy bar for Wiggins.Bertie stirred, but didn't wake.Wiggins holds the candy bar, opening it slowly.John smiled softly.Wiggins moves up the bed and waves the open candy bar under Bertie’s nose.Bertie sniffs and shifts a little bit. Groggy, he opens his eye. "Wig?" He asks, gruffly.John stands at the end of the bed.“Yeah I’m here.” Wiggins takes the bar back.Bertie looked at him. "Where am I?"“Hospital. You wouldn’t wake up.” Wiggins frowns.Bertie groaned. "No..."John moved to stand near Wiggins. "He was worried about you...you're very sick Bertie...we're only trying to help.""Who the hell are you?" Bertie growled."I'm Sherlock's mate." John replied.“John is a doctor. He helped us save you. You were gonna die!” Wiggins shouts at Bertie.Bertie looked at Wiggins in surprise. He'd never been yelled at by the boy. He reached out. "I'm sorry Wig. ...thank you." He said to both of them.“You told me you were gonna be more careful.” Wiggins frowns, holding Bertie’s hand."I was...but you know what those meds do to me..." Bertie complained.“I know the head medicine makes you feel smothered but you need insulin so you can live. Will you take the insulin? For me? Please?” Wiggins asks.Bertie looked at John. "You're looking after Wig? You and Sherlock?"John nodded. "We are. We'd like very much to adopt him."Bertie looked at Wiggins. "I'll take the insulin..."“Good.” Wiggins grins. He takes the teddy from John and hands it to Bertie.Bertie smiled. "Thank you. You're a good kid Wig."“Someone has to look after you.” Wiggins smiles.Bertie nodded. "How sick am I?" He asked John.John hesitated. "Your leg will be amputated...you're going to be treated for the infection and diabetes...it's...grim...but if you do what you're told, help the doctors help you...you can recover...in time." He replied.Bertie nodded. "Will you bring Wig to see me?""Yes." John smiled softly."Okay." Bertie nodded.“You’ll be alright. Sherlock is going to get you a nice place to stay where they’ll make sure you heal up good and that you're happy.” Wiggins nods."They're going to make me take those nasty meds." Bertie groaned."We'll get you the proper help, not just pills to keep you placid all the time." John replied.Bertie looked at him skeptically.“Everyone’s brain works differently. I know you don’t like the medicine. I know it tastes bad and you don’t know who you are when you take it. The point is if everyone was exactly the same that would be really really boring. But if you can show them you won’t hurt yourself or other people they won’t make you so.. so not you.” Wiggins tried to explain. He hated the way the medicine tastes.Bertie looked at Wiggins, then to John."You have to want to help yourself...no outbursts, screaming or hitting nurses and doctors...don't hurt yourself. Wiggins, Sherlock and I will visit you. We'll get you the help you need." John replied.Bertie nodded. "Okay...I'll try."“We’ll bring you new crossword puzzle books and sudoku books.” Wiggins nods.Bertie smiled. "I'd like that. Thank you."Wiggins smiles and nods."Have you been a good boy for them?" Bertie asked.Wiggins nods. “I am.”"Good." Bertie smiled.“They’re good. Not like the others.” Wiggins nods."They're okay with...what you are...?" Bertie asked."Sherlock's a dragon too. I adore him." John smiled.“We’re both moving on the better things.” Wiggins smiles.Bertie nodded.“We’ll be okay.” Wiggins smiles."Good." Bertie smiled. "I worry about you boys."“I know.” Wiggins nods."I'll look after them, Bertie." John smiled.Bertie nodded.“You should rest.” Wiggins gets off the bed, seeing Bertie getting tired.Bertie nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow?"Wiggins nods. “Tomorrow.”"Rest." John smiled softly.Bertie closed his eyes and promptly fell back to sleep.Wiggins watches him for a moment before leading John out, taking a bit of his chocolate bar."Okay?" John asked softly.Wiggins nods. “You have questions.” He hums, having heard John shift feet when he mentioned the medicine."What were you taking the medicine for?" John asked, looking at Wiggins.“My last foster home they took me to the doctor and the doctor said I had ADHD. They gave me medicine so I would sit down and pay attention and be quiet. All it did was make me angry all the time.” Wiggins frowns."Right...something tells me they just didn't understand you. You're a lot like Sherlock..." John smiled.Wiggins smiles and nods. “I don’t have ADHD. I may be hyper but I’m a kid! It’s what we’re supposed to do.” He laughs."Thats right." John smiled and ruffled Wiggins's hair. "Just be a kid..."Wiggins looks up at him. “Why’d you say it like that?”"People expect so much out of kids that they don't give them time to actually enjoy being kids. I say, as long as you're a decent human being to others... that's really the only requirement to put on a kid. They have so much they don't need to worry about, just focus on having fun and being kind." John replied softly.Wiggins nods. “Who put that pressure on you John? Your dad?” He asks softly."Yeah...he wasn't a nice man...worse after mum died." John sighed. "I joined the military to get away from him." He looked at Wiggins softly. "You never have to worry about that sort of thing with me and Sherlock."“I know that. You both go out of your way to be careful with me so I’ll want to stay. Sherlock’s worried I’ll take off again and you’re worried that I won’t like you enough to stay for him.” Wiggins observations starkly to the point, not meaning to be rude but neither softened to others feelings like Sherlock.John smiled. "Yes...I like you very much. And I know Sherlock does too. We'd like to adopt you." He said honestly.“That’s what you told Bertie.” Wiggins nods. “I’ve never been adopted. Only fostered. They didn’t want to keep me..”"We want you." John said softly. "You'll have your own room, bed...god help me...chemistry set, microscope...books."“Really?” Wiggins grins.John nodded. "Yep."“I want to stay.. okay?” Wiggins watches John’s face.John nods. "We're happy to have you."“Okay.” Wiggins grins.John texts Sherlock to let him know they're heading back to 221B, before getting into a cab.“I can’t believe you wanna keep me.” Wiggins smiles happily."Of course we do. You're a brilliant young man. In fact, Sherlock's brother can probably get the adoption through in a week." John smiled.“You’re kidding!” Wiggins grins."Nah, Mycroft can do just about anything." John replied as they arrived at 221B. He paid the cab and led Wiggins inside.Wiggins bounces around happily."How about we check in on Mrs. Hudson...see what sweets she may have." John smiled.“Okay.” Wiggins smiles and nods.John knocked on Mrs. Hudson's door.Mrs. Hudson comes to the door and smiles. “Hello, John.”"Hi...I wanted to introduce you to Wiggins...me and Sherlock are going to adopt him." John smiled.“Oh that’s wonderful!” Mrs. Hudson smiles. “I think I recognize you.”“I’ve helped Sherlock before.” Wiggins smiles."He is a budding little Sherlock." John chuckled.“Come in come in. I’ve been baking to keep the cold out.” Mrs. Hudson turns back to her kitchen.John and Wiggins enter her flat. "What have you been baking this time?"“Bit of everything dear. Some shepherds pie, biscuits, scones.” Mrs. Hudson smiles."Mmm...you make the best baked goods, Mrs. Hudson." John chuckled.“Thank you, dear.” Mrs. Hudson smiles.John looked at Wiggins.Wiggins smiles happily, the baked goods smelling wonderful."Do you think we could have a few?" John asked.“Of course. You boys sit at the table. We’ll have tea and biscuits.” Mrs. Hudson smiles.John nodded, sitting with Wiggins.Wiggins swings his legs happily as he sits at the table."How have you been? Did your sister get over that cold?" John asked, trying to make conversation.“Oh she did. Poor thing nearly got pneumonia.” Mrs. Hudson keeps talking as she makes tea."Terrible. But I'm glad she's better." John replied softly.“Thank you.” Mrs. Hudson sets the tea cups and biscuits on the table. “Warm up from outside.”"You're so good to us." John smiled.“You boys deserve it.” Mrs. Hudson smiles and sits with them.John looked at Wiggins. "Okay?"Wiggins smiles happily and nods, eating biscuits.John smiled and sipped his tea.“Everyone enjoying themselves?” Sherlock smiles as he comes in. He drops a kiss on Mrs. Hudson’s head and sits next to her."How did it go?" John asked.“Good. We should have answers within the hour. How was he?” Sherlock asks, picking up one of Mrs. Hudson’s scones unable to resist."He knows he's sick and agreed to take his diabetes medication and to let us find him a facility. Wiggins and I agreed to see him everyday." John replied.“Good. That’s further than we’ve ever gotten before.” Sherlock smiles. “Good work.”"We did it together." John smiled.Sherlock smiles softly and nods.“John says you want to adopt me and I said I’d stay.” Wiggins grins.“Well I’m glad that’s all squared away.” Sherlock chuckles and smiles happily.John smiled. "We'll just have to get Mycroft to get the paperwork squared away."“Paperwork is boring.” Sherlock rolls his eyes.“Boring.” Wiggins agrees.John chuckled. "So, Mycroft is already working on it?" He asked Sherlock.“Of course. He wants us over for dinner again to discuss things.” Sherlock nods. “Will you join us Mrs. Hudson?” He asks.“No, dear. I have bridge tonight. I’m glad you and your brother are getting along better.” Mrs. Hudson smiles. “I’ll pack you a goodie bag for him and the babies.”"Thanks Mrs. Hudson. You're the best." John grinned.“Well it’s a happy occasion. Oh maybe I should make a cake. Do you like cake, dear?” Mrs. Hudson asks Wiggins.“Oh yes.” Wiggins nods. “Chocolate cake with chocolate icing always looks so good in the bakery window.”“Chocolate cake and chocolate icing it is.” Mrs. Hudson smiles and gets up, starting to gather things for the cake.“Can I help?” Wiggins follows her.“Of course, love.” Mrs. Hudson smiles.“How about we get the upstairs bedroom sorted while they’re occupied?” John asks Sherlock softly.Sherlock nodded. "Good plan." He stood and went up to the second bedroom of 221B.“You two behave.” John chuckles and follows Sherlock."What should we do?" Sherlock asked, looking at the room.“Well I suppose we should move my things to your room.” John blushes.Sherlock nodded. "Okay." He began collecting things throughout the room.John does the same."We'll have to buy him somethings for his room. Maybe after we see Bertie tomorrow we could go shopping?" Sherlock suggested as they moved John's things.“Yes that’s good. He can pick out his own things and what he likes.” John smiles. “I already told him he can have his own chemistry set.” He chuckles."I know just where we can get his science equipment." Sherlock grinned.“I’m sure you do.” John chuckles.Sherlock smiled, putting John's things on his bed.“I can’t believe we’re going to be sharing a room.” John says softly.Sherlock grinned. "It's about time."“Really is.” John pulls Sherlock in and kisses him.Sherlock kisses him back.“I love you.” John whispers."I love you too." Sherlock smiled.John smiles happily. “You’re going to have to index my socks.” He smirks."I will." Sherlock smiled.“Good.” John chuckles. “Wiggins knows I have a gun. We’ll have to get a safe or something.”"Good idea...besides you never know when I'll get bored and shoot the wall again." Sherlock chuckled.“Mm reminds me I have to worry about you with it too.” John chuckles.Sherlock grins.John chuckles and smiles. “This is good. Really good.”"I certainly hope so." Sherlock replied.“It’ll be good.” John smiles."Unpack your stuff. I'll go change the sheets."“Okay.” John smiles and gets to unpacking.Sherlock went and changed the sheets on the bed upstairs. He came back down to John. "Can we make a stop before dinner...that room...it feels lonely." Sherlock said quietly.“Okay. Where do you want to go?” John asks softly."Where can we get room stuff?" Sherlock asked.“We can go to the shops.” John shrugs."Maybe we can put stars up on his ceiling!" Sherlock grinned.“Perfect. Those little glow in the dark ones.” John smiles.Sherlock nodded. "He'll love it."John smiles and nods. “Do you want to go get them now and we’ll set them up before we go? That way they’ll get charged up for tonight?”Sherlock nodded. "Think Wiggins will be okay with Mrs. Hudson for a while?"“I’m sure. They’re busy making a cake.” John nods. “We’ll tell them Mycroft wanted us to pick up wine before dinner and we’ll be back before the cake is cooled.”Sherlock nodded. "Lets go!"John smiles and follows Sherlock down."Wiggins...we have to grab some wine before dinner, we'll be back soon. Bye." Sherlock yelled into Mrs. Hudson's flat.“Okay!” Wiggins calls out, mixing the cake batter for Mrs. Hudson.Sherlock pulled John out to grab a cab. They were then on their way.“We should get him a few things. Books, stuff.” John sits next to Sherlock.Sherlock nodded. "I think he'd like that."“Okay good.” John nods. “Should his room have a theme?”"Science of course." Sherlock rolled his eyes.John chuckles and nods. “Alright.”Sherlock smiles.John smiles and takes Sherlock’s hand.Sherlock squeezed John's hand.John squeezes back.Minutes later they were at a shop looking for science decorations for Wiggins's room.John carries the quickly filling basket as he follows Sherlock around.Sherlock found a little bee plush and put it in the basket.John smiles softly, gently touching the bee.Sherlock added a second one for good measure. "Okay...I think we got enough...furniture can wait until another day."John smiles softly and nods. “Sounds good.”Sherlock led them to the checkout where he paid with Mycroft's card.“You know we have our own cards.” John chuckles as he follows Sherlock out."Mycroft said I could use it." Sherlock replied.“Alright.” John smiles softly.They went home and snuck upstairs.John chuckles, taking things out of the bags and handing them to Sherlock.Sherlock went to work on the room.John smiles as he watches Sherlock.Sherlock finishes the ceiling. "There...all good."“Brilliant.” John grins.Sherlock steps back and looks at the room. He holds one of the plush bees.“You okay?” John says softly.Sherlock nodded. "We have a hatchling..." He whispered.“We do.” John rests his hands on Sherlock’s hips.Sherlock turned in John's arms and kissed him, still holding the plush bee.John holds Sherlock close and kisses him back. “Parents.” He smiles against his lips.Sherlock nodded. "Lets go check and see what they're up to."John nods and follows Sherlock down. “Maybe we should have picked up wine to make it seem more convincing.” He chuckles.Sherlock shrugged. "We'll just say we couldn't find Mycroft's favorite."“Oh clever.” John smiles.Sherlock nodded walking into Mrs. Hudson's flat. "We're back. Couldn't find the wine. I wanted to get Mycroft's favorite but they didn't have it."“Mm too bad.” Mrs. Hudson says as she puts on oven mitts.“We’re gonna take the cakes out of the tins.” Wiggins grins.Sherlock nodded and took a seat in the kitchen to watch.John sits with Sherlock, resting his hand on the man’s thigh.Mrs. Hudson flips the tin upside down and the cake gently slips out. “Tada.” She sets it on the cooling rack before doing the other tin.“You’re really good at this.” Wiggins grins.“I’ve had lots of practice.” Mrs. Hudson smiles."She bakes constantly...if it weren't for all the running about London that we do...I shudder to think how plump we'd be." Sherlock chuckled.“I think it would be cute.” John chuckles. “Extra to pull and squeeze.” He whispers so only Sherlock hears.Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "No..."John chuckles and kisses Sherlock’s cheek.Sherlock gave him a smile.Wiggins and Mrs. Hudson ice the cake when it’s cool enough.Sherlock watched with a smile.“They’ve taken to each other already.” John whispers to Sherlock, chuckling softly.Sherlock nodded. "Its very good."“He’s so like you.” John says softly.Sherlock nodded. "He's a clever boy."John nods. “So are you.”Sherlock blushed.John smiles softly and rubs his leg.Sherlock leaned against John.John smiles softly, kissing Sherlock’s head."He's adorable with her." Sherlock commented.John chuckles softly and nods. “Quite the pair.”"Indeed." Sherlock smiled.John smiles softly. “I’m glad they get on.”"As am I...I think he needs her just as much as I do." Sherlock replied.“We all need her.” John rubs Sherlock’s back.Sherlock nodded.John smiles softly.A few hours later they were on their way to Mycroft's.Wiggins holds the cake in the box on his lap. He had promised Mrs. Hudson he’d keep it safe.The cab pulled up at Mycroft's and they got out. Mycroft greeted them at the door.“Hello, Mycroft.” John smiles.“We brought cake!” Wiggins grins and holds up the box.Mycroft smiled and takes the box. "That's wonderful, I love cake, thank you." He said to Wiggins. "Come in." He holds the door open for them.Wiggins follows Sherlock inside, staying close.Mycroft leads them to the living room. "I'll just put this in the kitchen." He smiled.Sherlock nodded.“You’re Sherlock’s brother.” Wiggins follows him."I am...Mycroft." Mycroft smiled. "You're Wiggins."“Yup.” Wiggins nods. “So you’re gonna be my uncle?”"I am." Mycroft placed the cake on the counter. He smiled at Wiggins.“I help Mrs. Hudson make the cake.” Wiggins smiles."Did you? That's wonderful." Mycroft smiled.Wiggins smiles and nods."Did you enjoy your time with Mrs. Hudson today?" Mycroft asked softly.“Yeah she’s nice.” Wiggins nods. “And she lets me eat all the biscuits I want but don’t tell John.” He whispers."I won't." Mycroft chuckled.Wiggins smiles and nods. “You have hatchlings?”"I do...they're been napping...but I'll show you the nursery." Mycroft smiled.“Okay.” Wiggins smiles.Mycroft led Wiggins up to the nursery.Wiggins follows him.Mycroft put his fingers to his lips as they entered.Wiggins nods and makes sure to be quiet.They move to the hatchlings nest. They lay sleeping.“Small..” Wiggins whispers."They're fairly new." Mycroft smiled.“I’ve never seen hatchlings before.” Wiggins smiles."You can hold them when they wake for dinner in a bit." Mycroft offered.“Okay.” Wiggins grins.Mycroft led Wiggins back downstairs to the living room.“You have a mate?” Wiggins follows him."Gregory...he's a Detective Inspector with Scotland Yard." Mycroft nodded.“Oh! I know him!” Wiggins nods.Mycroft nodded with a smile.“He lets Sherlock work with him.” Wiggins smiles.Mycroft chuckled. "It's supposed to be the other way around."Wiggins smiles. “I’ve bought things from Sherlock to Greg’s office before.”Mycroft nodded. "Not a surprise..."“Is he at work?” Wiggins asks."Yes...he should be home soon." Mycroft smiled.“Okay.” Wiggins nods. “He’s gonna have a hatchling too?”Mycroft nodded. "We don't know if it's just one or multiple...it's too early to tell."“Interesting.” Wiggins nods.Mycroft nodded.“So you’re both a daddy and a mummy?” Wiggins rocks on his feet."Yes and no. I'll probably just be mummy, so as not to confuse the babies later." Mycroft answered.Wiggins hums and nods. “Either way they’ll love you.”"They will." Mycroft smiled.Wiggins smiles. “So you’re gonna help Sherlock and John adopt me?”"I am...the papers have been submitted." Mycroft smiles.“Already?” Wiggins grins."Yes...unless you've changed your mind?" Mycroft asked.“Nope.” Wiggins shakes his head."Good. We should have papers by the end of the week." Mycroft smiled.“Okay.” Wiggins smiles as they go back to Sherlock and John.Mycroft sat down in his chair.Wiggins sits between John and Sherlock on the couch."Gregory should be home soon." Mycroft said.“Case going alright?” John asks."As far as I know." Mycroft replied. "Mostly paperwork at this point."“Boring.” Sherlock sighs."Why don't you show Wiggins the course in the garden?" Mycroft suggested.“Course?” Wiggins looks up at them.Mycroft stands. "Come with me."Wiggins follows him.Sherlock and John follow them.Mycroft opened the door to the garden. "We built an obstacle course for the hatchlings."“Oh wow!” Wiggins grins. “Can I try?”"Of course." Mycroft smiled.Wiggins shifts and quickly makes his way to the course.Mycroft smiled. "You'll have to make him one now."“Definitely. Then we can all race.” Sherlock chuckles.Mycroft chuckled. "Count on it."Sherlock smiles as he watches Wiggins."Lots of energy..." Mycroft commented.“Best he worked it off.” John chuckles.Mycroft nodded. "Sherlock was like that as a child."“I can’t imagine.” John chuckles.Mycroft chuckled.Sherlock shifts and goes to run around with Wiggins.Mycroft smiles. "Thats what he needed."John smiles and nods. “Thank you for helping this along on the legal side.”"Of course. I've never seen Sherlock so...he was nervous excited...if that makes sense." Mycroft replied.John nods. “He’s really happy. A bit scared but happy. Isn’t that how all new parents are?” John chuckles."Only natural." Mycroft agreed.“Sherlock’s really good with him.” John smiles."He's always been better with children than adults." Mycroft replied.John smiles softly and nods. “They have the same energy.”"Indeed. I think this is exactly what Sherlock needed. A family...with you." Mycroft smiled softly.“He’s my whole world.” John smiles. “They both are now.”"You've done more for Sherlock in these few short years than anyone else...for that I thank you." Mycroft smiled.John blushes a bit at the praise. “He saved my life. I owe him everything.”Mycroft nodded. "You saved him too."“Yeah I guess we saved each other..” John smiles softly."I heard you saved someone else last night." Mycroft replied.“Bertie.” John nods."We're searching for his daughter now..." Mycroft nodded.“I’m sure you’ll find her but will she want to see him?” John frowns."I don't know...unfortunately I cannot answer that." Mycroft sighed.John hums and nods. “We’ll do our best.”Mycroft nodded.Wiggins squeals happily as he chases Sherlock.Mycroft chuckles.Wiggins flaps his wings, hopping around."He's rather adorable." Mycroft smiled.“And he’s so smart. We’re going to have to find him a school to keep up with him.” John chuckles."I know of a small private school for gifted children." Mycroft replied.“Mm they won’t make fun of him?” John asks softly."Why? Oh...hmmm. slap the last name Holmes on him and he'll be fine." Mycroft replied.“Alright.” John nods."If its not...we can get him private tutors." Mycroft said softly.“I don’t even know if Sherlock will want to send him to school. We haven’t talked about it.” John frowns a bit."You let me know." Mycroft nodded.John nods. “Course.”The front door opened."That must be Gregory." Mycroft said, going back inside.“Love? You in?” Greg calls out, putting his coat on the hook.Mycroft entered the living room. "Hello, love. I was just in the garden with Sherlock, John, and Wiggins."“Oh good they’re here.” Greg smiles.Mycroft nodded, leading Greg to the garden.Greg smiles and follows Mycroft.Mycroft poked his head outside.John was sitting on the bench, watching Sherlock and Wiggins wrestle in the grass."Adorable aren't they." Mycroft smiled.John chuckles and nods. “Sherlock is teaching Wiggins a few moves.”Mycroft nodded. "I can see that." He turned and smiled at Greg.Greg chuckles. “Having a good time, boys?”Sherlock nodded as he pinned Wiggins. "Ha!"Wiggins squirms. “Not fair! You’re bigger!”Sherlock lets him up. "You'll learn."“You’ll teach me?” Wiggins hops around."Yes, but not now. Greg's home, which means dinner." Sherlock replied, shifting.Wiggins shifts as well.Mycroft leads them back into the house. He goes into the kitchen.Wiggins follows Mycroft. “Can I help?”"Of course." Mycroft smiled and handed him a plate of rolls. "Take those to the table please."Wiggins carefully carried the rolls to the table.Mycroft grabbed the ham and walked into the dining room.“So fancy, love.” Greg smiles."Its a family dinner." Mycroft replied.Sherlock smiles softly.Mycroft went and grabbed the side dishes.Sherlock opens the wine Mycroft had on the table.Mycroft returned with the last plate. "There."Wiggins smiles happily, swinging his legs."Gregory, would you cut the ham while I get the hatchlings?" Mycroft asked softly.“Course, love.” Greg nods and starts to carve the ham.Mycroft went upstairs and vet the hatchlings, before returning to the dining room.The hatchlings chitter happily, smelling food.Mycroft nuzzles them and brings them down to the dining room.“There’s my loves.” Greg grins.Mycroft places the hatchlings on the table between himself and Greg.Greg smiles and kisses their little heads.The hatchlings nuzzled him.Mycroft put a plate in front of them.“They still look little even though they’re awake now.” Wiggins smiles."They're only a few weeks." Mycroft smiled.Wiggins nods. “They eat good.”"They do." Mycroft passed him a plate. "They also eat often...when they don't sleep."“I’ve only ever seen a baby dragon one time before.” Wiggins hums as he starts to eat.Mycroft nodded and he sits down to eat. "You can help Sherlock teach them to fly."Wiggins smiles and nods. “I can’t fly very high because my wing was broken in one of my foster homes but I’ll help as much as i can.” He says, as if it’s not horrifying.Sherlock looks at Wiggins. "Who did that to you?" He growled."Sherlock...gently..." Mycroft said concerned.Wiggins frowns. “You’re upset. Why’re you upset?”"Someone hurt you." Sherlock replied. "I don't like that.""He's not upset with you...but at what happened." Mycroft tried to explain.Wiggins frowns. “He was my foster dad at the time. His wife was planning on leaving him because he abused her. He found out about her plan and started hitting her. I called the emergency line but he caught me. I shifted and tried to get out of his reach but he grabbed me. Swing me around by my wing and threw me against the wall. She was screaming as I passed out.”Mycroft looked horrified.Sherlock was seething.“I don’t know what happened after. I woke up in a hospital. They gave me medicine to shift back into human form while I was out. They said my body would heal my wing. I couldn’t shift for a long time after that. My wing hasn’t been right since but I can still fly a bit. That’s better than nothing.” Wiggins smiles.Sherlock pulled him into a hug. Mycroft pulled out his phone and made a note to look into the incident.Wiggins cuddles close, not sure why everyone was upset."I'll never let anyone hurt you again." Sherlock said quietly.“I know.” Wiggins nods. “I’m never worried when I’m with you.”"Good." Sherlock nodded, pulling back.Mycroft smiled softly.Wiggins goes back to eating, still confused.Sherlock leans back over and kisses Wiggins's forehead.Wiggins smiles happily, leaning against Sherlock as he ate.Sherlock smiles at him, more calm now.Greg leans against Mycroft. “You’re an uncle.” He smiles softly.Mycroft nodded with a smile.Greg smiles and kisses his cheek.Mycroft kisses Greg in return.The hatchlings finished their plate and moved to Wiggins. They waited, tails swishing behind them.Wiggins grins and shifts to dragon form.The hatchlings chittered happily.Wiggins chitters back.Mycroft and Sherlock look at Wiggins in surprise."You can understand them?" Sherlock asked.“Yup. Can't you?” Wiggins grins."No...none of us can..." Sherlock replied. "What are they saying?"“They’re curious about me. They’ve never seen me before. They want to play.” Wiggins nods."Tell them you need to finish dinner, then you can play." Mycroft said softly.Wiggins chitters to them.They make whining noises.Wiggins nods to their plate and nudges them back.They slowly go back to their place.Mycroft gives them a few more small pieces of ham.Sherlock smiled. "That's brilliant."“It’s not too hard.” Wiggins laughs. “They don’t have a lot of words so you kind of have to figure out what they mean by... contents?” He says, trying to think of the word."Context?" Sherlock offered.“Yes yes that.” Wiggins nods.Mycroft made a mental note for later.Sherlock nodded. "Finish dinner and you can play with them."Wiggins nods and goes back to eating, picking up pieces of ham in his little paws.Sherlock smiled happily, watching Wiggins as they ate.“Are all dragons like you three? Like super smart?” John asks."I don't think so. The PM is quite stupid." Sherlock replied.Mycroft chuckled. "Since when would you know anything about that? Dragons come in all sorts, John. Just like humans."“Ah.” John nods. “When I was in school dragons and humans had different classes. We weren’t together.”“That’s stupid.” Wiggins rolls his eyes."Prejudice." Mycroft replied. "Dragons were once perceived as better than humans..."“That doesn’t make sense.” Wiggins frowns."No it doesn't...we are equals to humans." Mycroft replied softly.Wiggins nods, going back to eating.Mycroft smiled and looked at Greg.Sherlock looked at John with a smile.Greg smiles and squeezes Mycroft’s hand.John leans in and kisses Sherlock.Mycroft made a contented purring noise.Sherlock kissed John back.Greg smiles softly and kisses Mycroft’s knuckles.John nibbles at his bottom lip before pulling back.Mycroft smiled and kissed Greg's hand as well.Sherlock blushed.Greg hums happily, free hand resting on his small belly.John chuckles softly and sips his wine.Mycroft places a hand there as well, looking at Greg lovingly.Sherlock goes back to his food.Greg blushes and relaxes under his hand.John rubs his hand up and down Sherlock’s thigh as he eats.Mycroft drank his wine.Sherlock raised an eyebrow at John.“Mm?” John hums innocently.Sherlock places a hand over John's. "Later." He whispered.John smiles softly and squeezes Sherlock’s hand.Sherlock smiles.The hatchlings sit next to a now empty plate, watching Wiggins.Wiggins licks his paws clean after finishing his food.The hatchlings made little chittering noises again.Wiggins chitters back.Mycroft smiled."If you're done, you can go play." Sherlock smiled.“Yes!” Wiggins grins and hops off the table.The hatchlings follow, continuing to chitter.“Can we go to the garden?” Wiggins hops excitedly."Yes...just be gentle with them, they're babies." Sherlock nodded.“Gentle. I promise.” Wiggins nods and leads the hatchlings out to the garden.Mycroft chuckled. "Its nice for them to have someone to play with...someone who can understand their baby speak."Greg smiles and nods. “I’m glad they’ve got a friend.”"You're going to find the arsehole who broke his wing?" Sherlock asked.Mycroft nodded. "Its on my to do list for tomorrow."“Good.” John nods. “We’ll take him for X-rays and see if there’s anything we can do to repair the damage.”Mycroft nodded."I want the man mutilated." Sherlock hissed."I'll see he gets his." Mycroft replied softly.John rubs Sherlock’s thigh. “It’s okay.”Sherlock sat back, taking a breath.“I think we should also have a look at his complete file.” John says to Mycroft.Mycroft nodded. "I will get it for you."“Thank you.” John nods."Of course...he's family." Mycroft smiled softly.John smiles and nods. “Our boy.” He squeezes Sherlock’s hand.Sherlock nodded. "All ours."John smiles happily, relaxing."I think I'll go check on them." Sherlock said shifting and running off to the garden.Wiggins is running around the grass as the hatchlings give chase.Sherlock smiled and began to chase them all.They all squeal happily, running around.Sherlock chuckled and pretend to trip.They tackle him.Sherlock pretends that they've got him pinned.They squawk and chitter in success."Oh, no...they've got me." Sherlock pretends to be wounded and goes still.The hatchlings hops around excitedly.Wiggins giggles.Sherlock springs back up and takes off.The hatchlings hops around trying to catch him.Wiggins takes off after him, slow and he can’t get very high.Sherlock smiled and flew a little lower, practically hovering.Wiggins is panting a bit, flying an exercise.Sherlock drops onto the grass.Wiggins does the same.Sherlock smiles at Wiggins. He comes over and nuzzles him.Wiggins nuzzles him back. “You can fly high.”"I can." Sherlock nodded. "You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"Wiggins shakes his head. “Nope.” He says, his wing deformed.Sherlock kisses Wiggins's wing, giving it an empathetic lick.“It’s alright. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” Wiggins says softly. “You’re really upset about my wing..”Sherlock looked at him. "I am...I don't like that someone hurt you...my hatchling." He said the last bit in almost a whisper.Wiggins makes a little noise and presses close. “Your hatchling.”Sherlock pulls Wiggins under his wing.Wiggins presses close. “I promise I’ll be good and quiet and do whatever you ask. Just don’t give me up.”"I want you to be you, Wiggins, and never anything else. I will never give you up." Sherlock kissed his face.Wiggins nods and holds onto him."My hatchling...forever." Sherlock whispered.Wiggins sniffles and nods.The hatchlings chirped and nuzzled them both.“I have a dad! I have two dads!” Wiggins hoots happily.John watched from the doorway. He smiled.Wiggins hops around with the hatchlings.Sherlock trots over to John and crawls up to his shoulder. "He's ours."“He most certainly is.” John holds Sherlock close."I think he was abused..." Sherlock whispers sadly.“He keeps a brave face.” John nods."He did a little flying...but his wing is messed up." Sherlock sighed.“We’ll have him looked at. Some X-rays. They might want to do physical therapy. Or to re-break it and do surgery.” John says softly.Sherlock nodded. "We'll ask him what he wants."John nods. “His flying isn’t right either, is it?”"No...and he can't do it for long. He struggles." Sherlock replied.John frowns and nods. “We’ll get him seen to then.”Sherlock nodded.John pets Sherlock’s head.Wiggins and the hatchlings are suddenly very still, watching something in the grass.Sherlock strains his head to see, before gliding over to them.They were watching a lady bug crawl over the blades of grass.Sherlock smiled, standing back and just letting them enjoy watching the lady bug.One of the hatchlings raises its paw to slap the lady bug.Wiggins chitters and shakes his head.Sherlock smiled and pulled the hatchlings back a little bit.Wiggins gently reached out his paw, letting the lady bug crawl onto it.The hatchlings watched intently.Wiggins turns his paw as the lady bug crawls around on it.Sherlock smiled and looked back at John.John smiles, coming over. “Whatcha got there, son?”“Lady bug.” Wiggins holds his paw up to John so he can see.The hatchlings watched, tails twitching.“They wanna smush it.” Wiggins giggles."They don't know any better." Sherlock said softly.“They don’t understand it’s alive. They just know it moves and they want to catch it.” Wiggins nods.Sherlock nodded. "Exactly."“I should let it go before they get it.” Wiggins nods and goes to the rose bush. He lets the lady bug crawl onto a leaf.Sherlock smiled at John. "He's a good boy."John smiles and nods. “Our good boy.”The hatchlings turned and tackled Sherlock.Wiggins comes back over."Help me, Wiggins." Sherlock chuckled.Wiggins giggles and scoops up one of the hatchlings, rolling around and being very gentle.Sherlock cuddled the other hatchling as he watched Wiggins play.Wiggins walks around on his hind legs and does a cartwheel.Sherlock cheers him on.Wiggins giggles, going all kind of tricks.“Where’d you learn to do that?” John chuckles.“Circus.” Wiggins grins."Were you in the circus?" Sherlock asked.“Yup for a bit.” Wiggins nods."Did you enjoy it?" Sherlock asked.“Yeah. We traveled all over.” Wiggins smiles.Sherlock nodded. "What did you do in the circus?"“All kinds of stuff. I would do tricks like I just did. Or walk on the high wire in human form, jumping up half way, and doing the rest in dragon form. I left when a new man took over. He wasn’t very nice. Wanted all the kids to steal wallets from the people who came to watch us.” Wiggins shrugs.Sherlock nodded. "You're very good."Wiggins grins at the praise. “It’s fun. I can make people happy.”"You already make us happy." Sherlock smiled.Wiggins smiles. “I’m glad.”Sherlock moved to take Wiggins under his wing.Wiggins cuddles against Sherlock.The hatchlings cuddle both of them.Wiggins hums happily and relaxes. “We should go inside. It’s gonna get cold for them soon.”Sherlock nodded. He shifted, picking all of them up.John follows Sherlock back inside.Mycroft is in the kitchen putting away left overs and packing up some food for Sherlock to take home.“Time for cake?” Wiggins smiles."Lets go check with Mycroft." Sherlock walked into the kitchen."Yes, we can have cake." Mycroft smiled.“Cake cake cake cake.” Wiggins chants happily and the hatchlings chitter along with him.Mycroft smiled and cut the cake.Wiggins smiles happily. “It looks yummy.”Mycroft plated the cake slices. He pushed a piece toward Wiggins.“That’s all for me?” Wiggins gasps."Yes...but don't feel required to eat it all...don't make yourself sick." Mycroft replied softly.Wiggins nods and dives into the cake face first, tail swishing excitedly.Sherlock chuckled.Mycroft passed Sherlock a piece as well.John chuckles softly as he watches Wiggins.Sherlock handed the hatchlings to Mycroft.Mycroft takes the hatchlings and sits after everyone has cake."That’s good." Sherlock hummed.“It really is.” John smiles happily.Sherlock kisses the top of Wiggins's head. "You did great."Wiggins smiles happily, preening at the praise. “Mrs. Hudson did all the hard work.”"Yeah, but you helped." Sherlock smiled.“I did.” Wiggins licks his paws happily.Sherlock looks at Wiggins's face. "You're quite the mess...you're going to have to bathe before bed."Wiggins nods. “I like baths.”Sherlock chuckled. "As do I."Wiggins smiles happily. “I’m full.” He says, some cake left on his plate."That's okay, I'm sure Mycroft won't mind us taking some home with us." Sherlock smiled.Wiggins smiles and nods, wiping his paws on a napkin.Sherlock grabbed the to go bag Mycroft had made them. "Thank you for dinner...we should get going."“Of course. I’ll let you know as soon as the paperwork is through.” Mycroft smiles.Sherlock nodded, handing the togo bag to John and picking up Wiggins.“Bye bye.” Wiggins waves to Mycroft and Greg and the hatchlings.The hatchlings chittered to him.They went home.Wiggins goes to have his bath when they get home.Sherlock waited nervously. He couldn't wait for Wiggins to see his new room.Wiggins comes out, in his fresh pajamas."Time for bed." Sherlock smiled.Wiggins yawns and nods, going upstairs.Sherlock followed anxiously.“Oh wow!” Wiggins gasps loudly as he looks around the room."You like it?" Sherlock asked.“I love it!” Wiggins tackles Sherlock with a hug.Sherlock rocks on his feet in the doorway from the hug. "I'm glad."John smiles softly, keeping Sherlock upright.Wiggins hugs Sherlock tight. “You really really want me to stay.”"We really really do." Sherlock kisses the top of his head.Wiggins sniffles and holds onto Sherlock."I love you Wiggins." Sherlock said softly.“I love you too, dad.” Wiggins mumbles.John smiles softly and rubs Sherlock’s back.Sherlock felt tears coming to his eyes.Wiggins presses close."Our son." Sherlock whispered.“Our son.” John nods, holding them both close.Sherlock blinked back tears.“Read me a story?” Wiggins asks Sherlock.Sherlock nodded. He picked Wiggins up and put him to bed, before getting a book to read to him.Wiggins cuddles into Sherlock’s side. John sits and the end of the bed.Sherlock begins the story about pirates.A little while later Wiggins starts to doze.Sherlock smiled and kissed Wiggins's forehead. He set the book aside and stood.Wiggins is sleeping soundly.John stands and wraps his arm around Sherlock’s waist.They leave the room, shutting off the lights.“He loved it. You did a brilliant job, love.” John smiles at Sherlock, making them tea.Sherlock was giddy. "He called me dad."“He did.” John grins. “You’re a dad. We’re dads.”Sherlock kissed John.John holds Sherlock close and kisses him back.Sherlock makes a noise as they kiss.John nibbles on his bottom lip.Sherlock gasped. "John."“Mm?”Sherlock went in for a deeper kiss.John holds Sherlock close, pressing him back against the counter.Sherlock purrs into the kiss.“Come to bed with me.” John mumbles against his lips.Sherlock nodded. "Please."John takes Sherlock’s to bed, closing the door.Sherlock removed his clothes and got on the bed.John stripped and crawls on top of him.Sherlock moaned. "John..."“Mm?” John kisses up his body.Sherlock closed his eyes and let himself feel.John slowly rubs his hands over Sherlock’s body.Sherlock arched into his touch.“You’ll have to be quiet. We have someone else living with us now.” John chuckles.Sherlock nodded. "Okay."“When he’s out at school you can make all the noise you want.” John chuckles and kisses Sherlock’s neck.Sherlock bit his lip and nodded.“Maybe I’ll invest in a pretty little gag for you.” John chuckles and kisses him. “What do you want, love?”Sherlock nodded. "Yeah...you inside me."“Stretch yourself for me. I love watching you.” John nuzzles him and hands him the tube of lube.Sherlock dribbles some lube onto his fingers. He reaches between his thighs and circles his hole, before inserting one. "You know I don't really need lube, right?"“I know. I just think you look sexy all slick with your fingers inside yourself.” John chuckles and rubs his thighs.Sherlock smiled and began fingering himself.“Do you want to be in human form or partially shifted?” John kisses Sherlock’s knee."Shifted. I like when you touch my wings." Sherlock smiled.“They’re always so sensitive for me. Even more so than the rest of you. Sometimes I think just breathing on them could make you cum.” John grins.Sherlock whined and partially shifted.John leans in and kisses Sherlock softly before gently touching his wings.Sherlock moaned.“Good boy. Are you ready for me?” John asks."Yes...pleas John." Sherlock whined.John kisses Sherlock and lays him back.Sherlock kisses John back desperately.John holds Sherlock close and pushes into him slowly.Sherlock whimpers, holding onto John tightly.“I’ve got you. I’m here.” John stills."I love your cock." Sherlock replied.“It loves you too.” John chuckles softly.Sherlock smiled. "Fuck me."John smirks and slowly starts to thrust.Sherlock bits his lip and arches into John.John kisses him, rocking slow and deep.Sherlock wrapped his arms and legs around John before putting his wings around them like a cocoon.“Love it when you wrap us up like this.” John slowly picks up the pace.Sherlock moans. "John, please."John wraps his hand around Sherlock’s cock and strokes him as he thrusts.Sherlock pants, his wings fluttering.“Such a good boy for me. You’re so perfect. So gorgeous. Want to make you feel good.” John mumbles, aiming his thrusts to Sherlock’s prostate."You do...feels so good." Sherlock nodded.“I love you. I love you so much.” John presses their foreheads together.Sherlock kissed John.John kisses him back, holding him close."Close." Sherlock moaned.“Come. Come for me, baby.”Sherlock cried out and came hard between them.John groans as he comes hard into Sherlock.Sherlock gasped, his wings tightening around them.John pants, holding Sherlock close."John." Sherlock panted softly.“Mm yes, love?” John mumbles and kisses Sherlock’s chest."Love you." Sherlock smiled.“Love you, too.” John grins.Sherlock let his wings fold away as he shifted back.John slowly gets up and gets a damp flannel to clean Sherlock off with.Sherlock relaxed against the sheets.John leans Sherlock up and then himself before cuddling Sherlock in bed.Sherlock curled into John's side.John holds him close and kisses his head.Sherlock purred.“My good boy.” John smiles.Sherlock nuzzled John.John nuzzles him back. “I love you.”"I'm so happy...we have our hatchling." Sherlock said quietly.“We do. All ours.” John kisses Sherlock’s head. “We’ll have to clean up the more dangerous experiments as the biohazard. I know he’s smart but he’s still a curious kid.”Sherlock nodded. "I'll keep the hazardous stuff at the lab at Barts."“Alright good. Maybe is Mrs. Hudson doesn’t mind we can rent out 221C as well. We can use it as an office and a lab so clients don’t have to come up to the actual flat.” John suggests."Alright." Sherlock nodded.John kisses Sherlock’s hair, holding him close."My family." Sherlock hums, close to sleep.“All yours, baby.” John assures.Sherlock nodded and went to sleep with a smile on his face.John holds Sherlock close as they sleep.
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The next morning Mycroft was sitting at the kitchen table with an envelope in front of him.“Morning, love.” Greg hums, making himself a coffee. “Everything alright?”"I received the paperwork for Wiggins's adoption...and his file." Mycroft replied.Greg frowns. “It’s worse than he let on, isn’t it?”"He was abandoned by his mother, used and abused by foster families...it's no wonder the boy ran away." Mycroft sighed.“Does it give a reason for him being given away?” Greg asks."He's a dragon...they always placed him with humans." Mycroft replied.“What about his mother? Why would she give him up?” Greg frowns."She was a teenager...she died a few years ago of an overdose...his father was one of her teachers." Mycroft sighed.“Christ.” Greg frowns."Indeed." Mycroft replied, running a hand over his face.Greg goes and rubs Mycroft’s shoulders.Mycroft looks at Greg.“He’s safe now.” Greg says softly."I don't want to show Sherlock this file." Mycroft replied.“He’s going to want to see it, My.” Greg says softly."He'll go after...Gregory He'll kill the man who broke Wiggins's arm." Mycroft replied quietly.“Maybe we don’t give him that part.” Greg suggests."He wants that specifically." Mycroft sighed.“Well the man has a history of abuse. He’s probably in prison already. Let’s make sure he’s somewhere Sherlock can’t get to him.” Greg nods.Mycroft nodded. "I have Anthea looking into it."Greg nods. “Alright.”"I found Bertie's daughter...you're not going to believe it...Molly Hooper." Mycroft said.“You’re fucking kidding me?” Greg blinks."No. She is estranged from her father. He was institutionalized when she was a child." Mycroft replied.“Christ.” Greg sighs softly."Yes...not a whole lot of good news in the envelope." Mycroft said.“Well first thing first is to get info on Wiggins’ old foster father. Then we’ll talk to Sherlock, letting him know what we’ve got.” Greg nods."Alright." Mycroft nodded.“Alright.” Greg kisses his head."Breakfast?" Mycroft asked.“Mm yeah.” Greg nuzzles him. “Anthea gets back today?”"Yes. I've been stuck with an intern all week. It's been a nightmare." Mycroft replied.“You poor thing.” Greg kisses him.Mycroft kissed Greg back.Greg nuzzles him. “What shall I make us for breakfast?”"Anything." Mycroft replied.“Mm I think we’re feeling eggs and bacon.” Greg rubs his belly.Mycroft nodded. "Sounds good."Greg kisses Mycroft again before getting up to make breakfast.Mycroft sighed and moved to help him.Greg hums happily, working with his mate.Mycroft kissed his cheek.Greg blushes and smiles happily.Mycroft grabs the plates and silverware.Greg hums softly and sips his coffee as he plates up their breakfast.Mycroft sits with Greg to eat.Greg eats heavily, being pregnant making him hungry.Mycroft smiled. "This is very good."Greg hums and nods. “Very.”"Extra hungry this morning, I see." Mycroft smiled.Greg blushes. “Not my fault.”"I know, love." Mycroft smiled softly.“I’m just starving all the time. Were you this hungry?” Greg asks.Mycroft nodded. "I snacked constantly."“How long do you think until..” Greg makes a pushing motion. “Nine months like humans or shorter like dragons?”"Shorter. We carry them for a little while before they incubate in the eggs for nine months." Mycroft replied.Greg nods. “I guess we’ll both have to wear protection from now on.”Mycroft nodded. "Or go on some type of birth control."“I was going to get snipped. I guess I can get both sets snipped?” Greg suggests."If that's what you'd like to do." Mycroft replied softly.Greg nods. “Wouldn’t it be easier than you?”"Probably." Mycroft nodded. "I'd have to go on hormones."Greg frowns. “No, I don’t think you’d like that.”Mycroft shook his head.“I’ll just do it. That way we don’t have to have anything between us. I can’t get you pregnant and you can’t get me pregnant.” Greg nods. “I mean after this we are done having kids, right?”Mycroft nodded. "I think so."Greg nods. “I think two and whatever else is enough.” He chuckles softly."We won't know how many for a while." Mycroft smiled.Greg blushes and nods. “Well apparently you’re quite virile.”Mycroft blushed as well. "Indeed."“Ohh don’t blush like that or it’s going to turn me on.” Greg pouts.Mycroft nodded. "I could give you a blow job before work."“Maybe I could fuck you? A quickie?” Greg blushes and licks his lips.Mycroft nodded. "I'd like that." He smiled.Greg chuckles and kisses him.Mycroft kisses him back.“Can I fuck you on the table?” Greg this Mycroft into his lap.Mycroft nodded. "Yes. Tabitha is out and the hatchlings are sleeping."Greg kisses Mycroft and starts to strip him.Mycroft kisses Greg back.Greg sets Mycroft up on the table and opens his trousers, pulling his cock out.Mycroft wiggled out of his underwear and opened his robe.“You’re just so sexy.” Greg groans as he looks at Mycroft.Mycroft blushed. "You're very handsome."Greg kisses him. “Mm I should get a condom.” He pulls back.Mycroft pulled one from his robe pocket. "Here."“Oh you knew.” Greg chuckles.Mycroft smiled. "I've been keeping them stashed In my pocket for a while."“Fuck I really love you.” Greg grins and takes the condom, putting it on."Fuck me." Mycroft replied, wings popping out.Greg kisses Mycroft and pushes into him.Mycroft moaned into the kiss. His wings fluttered behind him.Greg holds Mycroft close, rocking deep and steady."I love having your cock inside me." Mycroft gasped.“Love being inside you.” Greg groans."So big and hard...fuck, I love you." Mycroft moans.“I love you too. So so much.” Greg thrusts harder and faster."Yes! Fuck yes, Gregory!" Mycroft cried.Greg growls, needing this, needing Mycroft so bad."Harder! Make me cum!" Mycroft pants.Greg’s grip tightens on his hips as he pounds into him.Mycroft can't hold back any longer and cries out has he cums.“Fuck fuck fuck.” Greg groans as he comes.Mycroft's wings flutter as he's filled. Well, sort of filled.“I really love you.” Greg mumbles."I love you too." Mycroft smiled.Greg kisses Mycroft softly and gently pulls out of him."That was lovely." Mycroft smiled.“A nice quickie before work.” Greg chuckles and nuzzles Mycroft. He cleans them up and puts their clothes right."We should try that at the office sometime." Mycroft blushed.“Yours or mine?” Greg smirks."Probably mine...more privacy." Mycroft replied.“Mm true.” Greg nods. “Do you have work today?”"I have some emails to work on, but I can do that from home. I also have some things to do for Sherlock...I'll probably take the files to him." Mycroft replied.“Alright. Are you going to tell him about Molly?”"...yes..." Mycroft nodded.“Alright. If you need me I’m just a phone call away.” Greg kisses his head.Mycroft nodded. "I'll let you know."“I love you.”"And I love you too." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles and kisses him again before going to get dressed.Mycroft wrapped up in his robe and underwear again, before following Greg.Greg hums softly as he gets dressed, his belly a little rounded."Your bump looks cute." Mycroft smiled as he got dressed.Greg blushes a bit. “Yeah?”Mycroft nodded, pulling on his trousers.Greg blushes and smiles shyly, letting mycroft do as he likes.Mycroft rubbed Greg's bump before doing up his trousers. "We're going to take you to the tailor."“I don’t think I need that. Maybe just some sweat pants.” Greg blushes.Mycroft shrugged. "Whatever you like."“I’m not even going to be big for that long.” Greg hums."I know...but you'll want to be comfortable." Mycroft said softly.Greg blushes and nods. “Alright. Maybe just a few things.”Mycroft nodded. "Tomorrow."“Okay.” Greg kisses Mycroft.Mycroft kisses him back before he finished getting dressed.Greg hums happily. “I suppose I should go to work.”Mycroft nodded. "Probably."Greg chuckles and kisses Mycroft once more. “Text me how it goes. I’ll be back for dinner hopefully.”"I will." Mycroft smiled softly.“Okay.” Greg kisses him again. “Alright alright I’m going now.” He kisses Mycroft again.Mycroft kisses him back. "Go...have a good day."“Mm yeah you too.” Greg kisses him again before finally pulling away.Mycroft walked him to the door.“I’m acting really ridiculous, aren’t I?” Greg chuckles."You're clingy because you're pregnant." Mycroft smiled softly.“Oh god I’m sorry.” Greg groans."Its alright, love." Mycroft replied softly.“Okay. I’m really going now.” Greg kisses Mycroft again.Mycroft chuckled and pushed him gently out the door. "See you this evening."“Bye. I love you. Bye.” Greg chuckles and finally leaves, going to his car.Mycroft watches him go.Greg finally makes it to work.Mycroft does some more research, adding it to the files for Sherlock. He then heads to 221B.Wiggins is sitting on the living room floor surrounded by open books."Hello Wiggins...is Sherlock in?" Mycroft asked softly.“Yeah. He’s helping Mrs. Hudson get a box from 221C. John was called in for a shift at the surgery.” Wiggins smiles.Mycroft nodded. "Working on a project?"“I was actually thinking about Greg.” Wiggins nods and picks up a book, showing Mycroft a very detailed picture of a reproductive system."Oh...you're running through some...theories?" Mycroft asked.“Mmhmm. I wanna know why he can have babies but he can’t shift into being a dragon.” Wiggins nods.Mycroft nodded. "I don't know...I wish I could help."“It’s fine. Might need more books.” Wiggins hums, having some stacks taller than him."Right...you'll have to talk to Sherlock and John about that." Mycroft replied softly.“Mm maybe a library.” Wiggins nods. “What brings you over here?” He smiles."I have some case files for Sherlock." Mycroft answered.“Uh-huh. What’re they about?” Wiggins asks.Mycroft hesitated. "Your adoption papers and Bertie."“Good news or bad news?” Wiggins tries to read Mycroft’s face."I found his daughter." Mycroft replied.“But that’s a good thing.” Wiggins frowns. “It’s someone we know.. it’s someone Sherlock knows.”Mycroft nodded. "It is."“Is Sherlock going to be upset?” Wiggins asks, Sherlock’s feelings more important to him than who the identity of the daughter is."I'm not sure..." Mycroft said softly.“Well he’s going to find out eventually and we’re here for him if he gets upset.” Wiggins nods.Mycroft nodded. "That's good."“We should make tea. John makes tea when he thinks things are stressful.” Wiggins nods and goes to the kitchen.Mycroft smiled. "Tea usually helps most things."Wiggins pushes over a step stool to the counter and fills the electric kettle with water before putting it on the stand to heat.Mycroft watches, observing how well Wiggins had settled in.“I don’t know what I should call John yet. I think I like calling Sherlock Dad. Maybe I’ll call John papa? I don’t know. It sounds like what little kids use but I also kind of like it. Father is wayyyy to formal. Maybe when I’m older.” Wiggins says, waiting for the kettle to boil he pushes the step stool to another cupboard and gets out a package of biscuits."I think Papa is a good choice. I like it." Mycroft replied softly.Wiggins nods. “He looks like a Papa doesn’t be?”Mycroft nodded with a smile.Wiggins smiles and puts tea bags in mugs."How are you settling in?" Mycroft asked.“Good. Dad and Papa decorated my room upstairs for me and it looks reallyyyy cool.” Wiggins grins."That's wonderful!" Mycroft smiled.Wiggins nods happily. “And they put stars on the ceiling!”“Wiggins, who are you talking to?” Sherlock asks as he comes in. “Oh Mycroft.” He nods, spiderweb in his hair."Sherlock." Mycroft nodded. "I brought the files you asked for."“Ah good.” Sherlock nods and pours hot water when it’s ready. “Did you find the daughter?”"Yes." Mycroft nodded.“Who?” Sherlock frowns.Mycroft paused. "Molly Hooper."Sherlock blinks. “Shit.” He covers his mouth, remembering Wiggins is standing right there."I'm sure he's heard worse." Mycroft smiled. He handed Sherlock the files.“Definitely worse.” Wiggins giggles.Sherlock hums and looks through the file.Mycroft smiled. "Everything you asked for is in there."“Thank you.” Sherlock nods, frowning at Berties diagnosis. Paranoid Schizophrenia."I can make sure he gets the best of help." Mycroft said softly.Sherlock nods. “How do I tell her?” He asks softly."Gently...I can help if you'd like." Mycroft offered.Sherlock bites his lip. “Will you watch Wiggins? It’s probably best if I go see her.”"If you're sure. Yes, I'll stay." Mycroft nodded.“Mrs. Hudson will watch him if you need to leave. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone. I’ll keep you informed.” Sherlock nods before turning to Wiggins. “Wiggins, I need to go out for a bit. Uncle Mycroft is going to stay with you, alright?”“I don’t need a babysitter but alright.” Wiggins nods."Is it alright if he comes home with me? He can keep me and the hatchlings company." Mycroft smiled.“Of course.” Sherlock nods.Mycroft turned to Wiggins. "Want to come home with me?"“Sure.” Wiggins nods. “I’ll get my coat. Do you have Greg’s medical records?”"I might, yes. Why?" Mycroft asked.“I’ll bring some books.” Wiggins grins and goes off.Mycroft smiled and turned back to Sherlock. "The other file...is best read in private...read my added notes."Sherlock nods. “It’s going to make me very angry isn’t it?”"Yes...the man who hurt Wiggins is dead. There's a whole report in there, along with a death certificate." Mycroft answered.“Good.” Sherlock says, zero remorse.Mycroft nodded. "I agree. Have you talked with him about having his wing looked at?"Sherlock nods. “He wants to be able to fly.”"I'll look into some surgeons." Mycroft nodded.Sherlock nods. “Thank you.”"Of course." Mycroft smiled softly.“Ready.” Wiggins smiles, having put his coat and shoes on with his book under his arm.Mycroft nodded. "Yes. We'll return this after." He smiles and leads Wiggins out.Wiggins hums happily and follows Mycroft.Mycroft lets Wiggins into the car first, before getting in himself.Wiggins buckles himself in and unrolls the window.Mycroft smiled sympathetically. "You don't like riding in cars do you?"Wiggins shakes his head. “Not enough air.”Mycroft nodded. "One day I'll take you for a ride in my convertible."“With the top down?” Wiggins grins.Mycroft nodded. "With the top down."Wiggins smiles happily. “Awesome.”Mycroft chuckled. The car pulled up to the townhouse.Wiggins unbuckles and gets out.Mycroft leads Wiggins into the house.Wiggins follows Mycroft inside.There was a sound of claws on hardwood floor coming closer. The hatchlings chittered and went directly for Wiggins.Wiggins grins and scoops them up. “Hello.”Mycroft smiled. "They missed you." He chuckled, scratching their heads.“Missed them too.” Wiggins smiles, he’s used to having a lot of people and kids around."We can sit in the kitchen or the living room, whichever you prefer." Mycroft smiled.“Living room is good.” Wiggins smiles, carrying the hatchlingsMycroft nodded. "Let me grab my laptop." He walked off to the home office. He came back to the living room a few minutes later.“Their nanny took them to the park and they saw a dog.” Wiggins giggles.Mycroft smiled. "That sounds fun." He sat down on the sofa with his laptop.Wiggins smiles and shifts into his dragon form, playing with the hatchlings. He keeps his injured wing close to his body.Mycroft finds Greg's medical file for Wiggins. He also found a surgeon who could work on Wiggins's wing. He looked at the boy with a smile.Wiggins chitters happily, rolling around on the rug with the hatchlings.Mycroft texts the surgeon information to Sherlock. He then checked emails.‘Molly wants to see her father.-SH’'Alright...are you heading to the hospital now? Should I bring Wiggins?'-MH‘Maybe not for their first meeting.-SH’'Alright...good luck.'-MH‘I’ll keep you informed. How is Wiggins doing?-SH’'Playing with the hatchlings.'-MH‘Good. Thank you.-SH’'You're welcome.'-MHMolly sits with Sherlock in the cab as they go to the hospital. She hadn’t seen her father since she was a little girl.Sherlock glanced at her. "Nervous?"Molly nods. “I haven’t seen him since I was like ten.”"I think he would really like to see you. Wiggins said he always talked about wanting to see you again." Sherlock replied.“I’m surprised he even still remembers my name.” Molly bites her lip."You're his little girl...the most precious thing he lost." Sherlock replied softly.“We’ll see.” Molly sighs.Sherlock nodded as they pulled up to the hospital. He got out and led Molly up to Bertie's room.Molly follows behind Sherlock.Sherlock stops at the door to Bertie's room. "Ready?"Molly nods and follows Sherlock inside.Bertie looked up from the puzzle book Wiggins had given him. His eyes widened. "...Molly?"“Hi dad..” Molly says softly and goes to him.Bertie opens his arms. "My little girl." He begins to cry.Molly hugs him tight, crying as well."Oh...my Molly..." Bertie kissed her cheek.“I know, dad. I know. I’m here.” Molly rushes his hair back."How are you, my girl?" Bertie asked.“I’m alright, dad. Better now that I have you back.” Molly smiles softly.Bertie smiled. "Wiggins and Sherlock are going to get me into a program...one that won't make me...the way I was...I want to be with you." Bertie smiled.“I’m old enough to take care of you now too.” Molly smiles. “I’ve missed you so much.”"You don't have to take care of me...I don't want to be that burden...I just want to spend time with you." Bertie replied softly.“You’re not a burden. You’re my dad. I want to take care of you.” Molly kisses his forehead.Bertie nodded. "You doing well for yourself?"“I’m a doctor, dad.” Molly smiles softly.Bertie grinned. "A doctor! I'm so proud of you."Molly smiles. “How are you feeling today?”"Better...I have surgery later today...for my leg." Bertie said quietly.“Can I have a look?” Molly asks softly."Its not pretty." Bertie nodded.Molly nods and goes down to his leg. She gently unwraps it and looks. “Well they may be able to save your knee which is a plus. We can get you a prosthetic. You’ll be up and walking in no time.” She says softly and gently wraps his leg back up.Bertie nods. "Okay."“Then we can go for walks. Maybe even the zoo.” Molly smiles softly, knowing how he used to love taking her to the zoo."I would like that very much...are pandas still your favorite?" Bertie asked.“They are.” Molly grins. “The one at the zoo is going to have a baby any day now. When you’re all healed up we can go and see the baby after it’s born.”Bertie nodded. "I'm so happy you're here."“So am I.” Molly holds his hand. “I’m so sorry I didn’t come looking for you sooner. Mum she.. she just said you went away and that you didn’t want us anymore..”"I wanted you...to be there for you. I...I'm sick in the head...and the meds made me feel worse. I didn't want to hurt you." Bertie cried.“Oh daddy.” Molly holds him close. “It’s okay. It’ll be better now.”"I'll be better...I promise I'll take the meds." Bertie replied.“How about we find you new meds that don’t make you feel bad?” Molly rubs his hand.Bertie nodded. "Okay."“Okay.” Molly nods and sits with him. She smiles over at Sherlock, nodding that she’s okay.Sherlock smiled and left the room."Sherlock, his friend John, and Wig saved me." Bertie said softly.“I’m glad.” Molly smiles softly.Sherlock got a cab and headed to Mycroft's."Do you work here?" Bertie asked Molly.“Not here but at another hospital close.” Molly nods.Bertie nodded. "What kind of doctor?"“Pathology. I help find out why someone died.”"Oh...thats a very hard job. But you've always been so empathetic towards others." Bertie smiled.Molly nods. “Some days are harder than others but I like what I do.”"You tell their stories...give closure to their loved ones..." Bertie said softly.“I try my best.” Molly smiles softly.Bertie smiled.Molly smiles and rubs her hand."I have missed you so..." Bertie said softly“I’ve missed you too. I’m so sorry. I’m never letting you go again.” Molly kisses his hand."What of your mum?" Bertie asked quietly.Molly frowns softly, still seeing that he’s wearing their wedding ring. “She had you declared a missing person and after time passed they declared you dead. So she got remarried. She had two more kids. I haven’t talked to her since I graduated uni when she got drunk at my graduation party and told me you weren’t actually dead..” She says gently."Oh, Molly...I'm sorry...I...I wanted to reach out...but she had me trapped in that place...I finally broke out...I went looking for you." He paused. "I found you once...you were at school...you looked so happy...I couldn't take that from you." Bertie whispered.“It doesn’t matter. None of it matters now. I have you back.” Molly nods. “I never believed it. That you were really dead. I knew I would have been able to feel it and I never did.”Bertie kissed her hand in return. "I love you my girl."“I love you too, dad.” Molly smiles softly.
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Greg had officially been on desk duty for well over a month. His belly wasn’t too round or full yet and he couldn’t seem to get Mycroft’s hands off it for more than a few minutes at a time but he didn’t care because he loved Mycroft’s hand on him.They were laying in bed on a Saturday morning, Mycroft was nuzzling Greg and rubbing his bump.Greg smiles softly, running his fingers through Mycroft’s hair. “Enjoying yourself?”"Always." Mycroft smiled. "You're just so beautiful."“I feel huge.” Greg chuckles, knowing he still has more growing to go."You're not..." Mycroft kissed him.“Is that so?” Greg mumbles and kisses him back. “Willing to show me?” He hums, spreading his legs suggestively.Mycroft moved between Greg's legs. He was still open from the night before. "Want my cock?"“Always.” Greg grins, wrapping his legs up around Mycroft’s hips.Mycroft pressed against Greg before slipping inside him. "You're always so tight..."Greg moans happily. “I love being stretched by your cock.”Mycroft kissed Greg as he fucked him slowly.Greg kisses him back, holding onto him. He gasps as he feels the egg shift inside him, the first time.Mycroft places a hand on Greg's bump. "Are they moving?"“Yeah yeah I think so.” Greg watches his belly. “Keep going. Maybe it’s the rocking making them move.”Mycroft nodded, thrusting a little bit more.The eggs shift again, Greg’s belly moving. “They’re moving!” Greg grins as he watches.Mycroft smiles. "So beautiful...carrying my eggs."Greg blushes. “You did this. You put them inside me.” He purrs.Mycroft thrust harder. "I did..."“You fucked me and filled me with your seed. Made me carry your eggs. Made me grow your babies.” Greg moans."And you look so good, filled with my babies." Mycroft groaned.Greg rolls them over and starts to ride Mycroft, bouncing on his cock."Oh...yes...bounce on my cock!" Mycroft groaned.Greg presses his hands to Mycroft’s chest and fucks himself on his cock."So beautiful!" Mycroft thrust upwards.Greg moans, angling his hips so Mycroft’s cock rubs his prostate.Mycroft holds Greg's hips. "That the spot?"Greg whimpers and nods, unable to talk it felt so good.Mycroft pressed a hand to Greg's bump.Greg gasps and comes hard as Mycroft touches his bump.Mycroft follows soon after.Greg moans happily, collapsing against Mycroft’s chest.Mycroft holds Greg close. "Good? My love."“So very very good.” Greg purrs happily.Mycroft smiled. "You were amazing..."Greg blushes and smiles. “So were you.”Mycroft kisses Greg.Greg kisses him back happily.Mycroft runs a hand up and down Greg's back.Greg hums happily. “I would love to stay like this all day but your babies are making me hungry and that fantastic sex makes me starving.”Mycroft chuckled. "Lets get cleaned up and get you fed."Greg smiles and slowly pulls off Mycroft’s cock.Mycroft goes to the bathroom and gets a wet cloth to clean Greg with.Greg hums softly “I just realized that when I look down now I can’t see my cock.”Mycroft smiled. "That does happen when you're pregnant."“It’s weird.” Greg chuckles."Oh?" Mycroft cleans him up.“I dunno. I’m just used to seeing it.” Greg chuckles.Mycroft smiled. "You'll see it again."“Until then I can look at yours.” Greg grins.Mycroft smiled. "Of course you can, love."Greg kisses Mycroft happily. “Breakfast.”Mycroft nodded. "Breakfast."Greg gets dressed in his comfy sweat pants and a large t-shirt to fit over his belly.Mycroft puts on pajamas and a house robe. "Let me check on the hatchlings and I'll be right down."“Sounds good.” Greg smiles and goes down to the kitchen.Mycroft grabs the hatchlings and brings them downstairs to the kitchen.Greg is already making breakfast happily, frying up some bacon.Mycroft sets the hatchlings down on the counter. "Smells wonderful." He smiles.“I really wanted bacon.” Greg chuckles.Mycroft chuckled.Greg chuckles and smiles as he cooks. “We’re going to Wiggins’ science fair at school today, right?”Mycroft nodded. "We are."“He still won’t tell you what he made?” Greg chuckles."No. I think he wants it to be a surprise." Mycroft smiled.“Well he hasn’t told me either if that makes you feel better.” Greg smiles."I worry about what it might be...knowing Sherlock." Mycroft replied.Greg hums and nods. “Hopefully John was watching them.”"Hopefully." Mycroft nodded.Greg plates them up breakfast."Thank you." Mycroft replied.“Of course.” Greg hums happily.Mycroft sits with Greg and the hatchlings, eating breakfast.Greg rubs his belly as he eats.Mycroft smiled. "Soon." He paused. "Have you talked with Tabitha about how you wish to give birth?"“I.. no.” Greg blushes."You should probably discuss it with her at some point...passing the eggs naturally...it's not going to be pleasant since you can't shift." Mycroft replied softly.Greg frowns and nods. “What if i.. can’t get them out?”"I was thinking we have to find out if they can be removed by c-section. Don't be sacred, love." Mycroft replied softly.Greg frowns a bit and nods, rubbing his belly.Mycroft kisses his cheek. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to ruin your day..."“No you didn’t.” Greg says softly. “I’ve been thinking about it already. I’ve been putting off asking Tabitha. I just want this to last as long as it can I guess..”Mycroft nodded. "Its alright."“How long do I have let do you think?” Greg asks."A couple of weeks maybe." Mycroft replied.Greg hums and nods. “Alright.”Mycroft kissed his cheek again. "Eat, love. We'll talk to Tabitha later."Greg kisses Mycroft. “Okay.” He goes back to eating.Mycroft eats, smiling at Greg.Greg relaxes, feeling a little better. He smiles back, feeding the hatchlings bites.The hatchlings chitter and wiggle happily.Greg chuckles and smiles, feeding them more."They should be able to shift on their own soon." Mycroft smiled.“I’m so excited.” Greg grins.Mycroft smiled. "As am I."“I wonder what they’re going to look like.” Greg pets the hatchlings."Human babies." Mycroft chuckled.“I know that!” Greg laughs. “I mean what their human baby form will look like.”"Oh...I have no idea. It'll be a surprise." Mycroft chuckled.“I really want at least one of them to have your hair color.” Greg smiles. “It’s gorgeous.”Mycroft blushed.Greg smiles and kisses Mycroft.Mycroft kisses him back.“I love you.” Greg smiles."I love you too." Mycroft replied softly.Greg hums happily and finishes his breakfast.Mycroft finished his breakfast and collected the plates.Greg wipes the hatchlings faces.They chittered happily, nuzzling Greg's hand.Greg smiles. “Let’s get ready to go to your cousin’s science fair.”Mycroft returns a few moments later. "We'll take the carrier."“Sounds good.” Greg nods."Let's get dressed." Mycroft smiled, heading upstairs.Greg follows Mycroft, carrying the hatchlings.Mycroft puts on one of his best suits, before going through his grooming ritual.Greg smiles as he watches Mycroft. He puts on a pair of maternity jeans and a button down.Mycroft smooths his hair down and adjusts his tie. "Ready?"“Mmhmm.” Greg smiles, thinking it’s cute how dressed up Mycroft is for Wiggins’ science fair. “You look very handsome.”"Thank you." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles and kisses him. “Mm I’m going to enjoy undressing you later.”"I'm sure you are." Mycroft chuckled.“I swear you dress in so many layers just to tease me.” Greg hums happily, running his hands over his mates chest."Maybe." Mycroft smirked.Greg groans and kisses him.Mycroft kisses him back briefly. "Later...we'll be late."“Mm fine but I expect to be fucked when we get home.” Greg hums happily and finishes getting ready to leave.Mycroft chuckled, picking up the carrier with the hatchlings.Greg hums happily and leads them out to the car.Mycroft secures the hatchlings carrier in the backseat, before getting in himself.Greg relaxes as Mycroft drives. “You know even pregnant I’m still capable of driving.” He chuckles."I never said you weren't." Mycroft replied softly.“I know but I can see how nervous you get when I do drive.” Greg says softly."I'll be honest...I much prefer we use a driver." Mycroft admitted.“Why’s that?” Greg raises a brow."I don't like driving...gives me time to focus on other things." Mycroft replied.“Other things like what?” Greg rubs his belly."Anything but driving...mostly you, our hatchlings, and work." Mycroft replied.Greg smiles softly. “We can have a driver if you’d like.”"I'd like to bring back our driver." Mycroft nodded.“Okay.” Greg nods and rests his hand on Mycroft’s thigh.Mycroft smiled at Greg as they pulled up to the science fair.Greg chuckles and gets out.Mycroft grabbed the carrier and followed Greg inside.Greg smiles as he sees Sherlock and Wiggins flitting around a table as John stands back watching."Dare I ask?" Mycroft stood next to John.“Flies, Mycroft. Flies.” John hums.Wiggins' project was the life cycle of flies on decomposing flesh."Ah...not sure how the teachers are going to feel about it..." Mycroft whispered. "I think it's interesting."“Wiggins and his teacher went through many options. This was the least... offending.” John chuckles.Mycroft smiled. "Indeed."“Uncle mycroft!” Wiggins grins when he sees Mycroft."Good morning, nephew mine." Mycroft smiled.“I’m so glad you came.”"Happy to be here." Mycroft smiled.“Come look.” Wiggins grabs his hand and pulls him over to look at the containers."Very interesting..." Mycroft smiled. "You've done good work."“Thank you.” Wiggins smiles proudly. “I didn’t let Dad help. The teacher said we had to do it by ourselves.”"Well you've done a wonderful job." Mycroft smiled.Wiggins smiles happily and shows him how the fly eggs grow over the different days.Mycroft ruffled Wiggins's hair.Wiggins smiles happily.The judges start to make their way around the tables.Mycroft and Greg hang back, so as not to get in the way.Wiggins stands behind the table and tells the judges about his project.The judges whisper to each other, writing in their boards.Mycroft watches closely.Wiggins answers all their questions expertly. “Thank you, Mr. Holmes.” The judges move on to the next table.His teacher gives him a smile and a thumbs up as she moves on too.Mycroft smiles at Wiggins. "You did great!"Wiggins grins and hops around. “I did it just like Dad and Papa practiced.”Mycroft smiled. "It was a spectacular presentation."“Very well done.” Sherlock smiles, so proud.Mycroft ruffled Wiggins's hair again.Some of the other parents start to whisper among themselves.Mycroft glares at them.They scatter.“Wiggins! You did the flies!” A little girl grins as she looks at his table“I did.” Wiggins smiles and nods, showing her.Mycroft looks at Greg with a smile.Greg smiles and leans against Mycroft. “Who’s that?” He asks.“Oh that’s Lacey. She’s the first friend he made at school.” Sherlock smiles."I'm glad he's made such a supportive friend." Mycroft smiled.Sherlock smiles and nods. “They also have play dates which I find endlessly amusing.”"That's wonderful." Mycroft grinned.Sherlock smiles. “No bullying as of yet. All the children are still curious about him.”"The parents don't seem overly fond..." Mycroft replied quietly.“They’re not too fond of the dragon thing. Some of the children are scared of him because of their parents' prejudice. His teacher is very good though. She makes sure that everyone is safe.” Sherlock hums, he and John having had a very long talk with her.Mycroft sighed. "I wish there was something I could do about it."“I know.” Sherlock frowns.“So do we but this is part of his life. He’s learning how to navigate.” John hums."We are supportive and correct people who are uneducated and discriminatory." Mycroft replied.Sherlock hums and nods, watching some of the parents go to the judges. “That doesn’t look good..”Mycroft frowned. "Want me to interfere?" He asked quietly.“Not yet. It might not be about us.” Sherlock hums. Then one of the parents points over to them. “Ah shit..”Mycroft sighed. "Indeed. It's always the dragon who does wrong."Wiggins’ Teacher seems to be having an argument with the parents, neither backing down.“You lot stay here. I’ll see what this is all about.” John frowns and walks over. He listens to whatever they’re saying and puffs his chest out the angrier he gets.“Oh he’s mad.” Sherlock hums.Mycroft handed the carrier to Greg. He walked over and placed a gentle hand on John's shoulder. "What seems to be the problem?" He asked softly, with a hint of danger.“They want Wiggin’s project disqualified because they say there’s no way he did it himself.” John barely holds back a growl. “Just because he didn’t make an uninspired volcano or potato clock doesn’t mean he didn’t do his own work.”“He brought flies and dead meat into this school!” One of the mother’s scowls.“In sealed containers!” John counters.“There’s no way a kid did that himself. Either his parents did it or they bought it. That’s what dragons do. But their success.” One of the fathers snapped.“Oh yeah because lord knows you’ve never seen a smart child before especially one that you helped produce.” John snarls.Mycroft raised an eyebrow. "Wiggins has an IQ of 125...the project was his idea and he conducted it with little to no help, unlike the many volcanoes I see...which shows laziness more than stupidity."“Wiggins wrote a seventeen page report. It has citations and photographs he took himself.” Wiggins’ Teacher showed them the stack of paper in a binder.“What kid knows how to cite! I don’t even know how to cite!” The father scowls.“That’s obvious.” John smirks."You realize an IQ of 125 is almost a Mensa...genius level." Mycroft paused. "I wouldn't expect a high school dropout to know how to cite a research paper...it is a basic high school taught skill." Mycroft smirked.“You prat.” The father growls and lunges at Mycroft.John swiftly takes the man down. “He may be a prat but he’s my brother in law and you won’t lay a fucking finger on him.” He growls before letting the man go."No need for violence..." Mycroft turned to the teacher. "You award the prize to whomever you and the judges believe deserves it." He grabbed John and walked back to Sherlock.John is still fuming but follows Mycroft back.Mycroft was upset, but tried not to show it.“Everything alright?” Greg frowns, holding the hatchlings carrier."Some people's prejudice knows no bounds...any excuse to make themselves feel better about their average children." Mycroft whispered.“I’m sorry.” Greg frowns.Mycroft sighs. "The parents are so wrapped up in their own...stuff...that they believe there is no way Wiggins did the project by himself." Mycroft sighed.“Sherlock wouldn’t have done anything to compromise this for Wiggins including helping with the project. It’s not Wiggins fault he’s smart.” Greg frowns."I did try to explain that Wiggins has a genius level IQ...I don't think they liked the way I phrased it." Mycroft replied.“Yeah kind got that by the way John took that dad down.” Greg chuckles, always impressed with John’s skills."I wasn't trying to create a scene, promise." Mycroft replied.“Oh I know, pet. I know.” Greg takes his hand. “That guy was itching for a fight. He still is.” He hums, watching the man out of the corner of his eye.Mycroft nodded. "Thinks his lazy, idiot child is brilliant and should win for his stupid volcano, that the child had nothing to do with." Mycroft sighed.“I mean you have to admit it’s impressive how far the kid can stick his finger up his nose. Do you think he’s hitting brain yet?” Greg chuckles.Mycroft smirked. "Maybe it will stimulate his thinking."“We can only hope.” Greg snorts.Mycroft nodded. "Indeed."Greg squeezes his hand gently.Mycroft squeezes back.“What did John say to the guy after he took him down. I couldn’t hear.”"He called me a prat, but I'm his brother in law, so not to lay hands on me." Mycroft replied.“Oddly sweet?”"John doesn't like people messing with his family...he’s protective." Mycroft replied.“I guess you two are family yeah.” Greg chuckles softly.Mycroft nodded. "I'm assuming."“I mean didn’t they sign a marriage certificate when they adopted Wiggins? Or did they not know?”"They did...though I don't think it matters...they're family regardless." Mycroft replied softly.Greg hums and nods. “Maybe we should too.”Mycroft looked at him confused.“Get married.” Greg hums. “I know we have bond papers which are basically the same thing. I don’t know.” He shrugs."We can have a proper bonding ceremony...or a wedding..." Mycroft replied quietly.“We don’t have to if you don’t want to..”"I want to." Mycroft smiled softly.Greg smiles and kisses him.Mycroft kisses him back.Greg hums happily.The hatchlings chitter, wanting out of the carrier.Mycroft broke the kiss. "I'll take them outside."“Mm alright.” Greg hands over the carrier.Mycroft takes the carrier and goes outside.Greg watches him go.Mycroft walks to a grassy area and opens the carrier, letting the hatchlings out.The hatchlings hops out and roll around on the grass.Mycroft smiled, watching them.They chase each other around.Mycroft made sure they stayed close. He looked around, suddenly being aware of being watched.The hatchlings are still playing, unaware.Mycroft watched a stranger walk by, on high alert.“Everything alright?” John asks as he comes out."Someone is watching...with ill intent." Mycroft replied, picking up the hatchlings.John frowns, moving between Mycroft with the hatchlings and the stranger.Mycroft held the hatchlings close as the stranger walked by.John watches the stranger.The stranger smirks before walking away.John scowls.The stranger disappeared around a corner."Thank you, John." Mycroft said quietly.“No problem. You three alright?” John turns back towards Mycroft and looks them all over.Mycroft nodded. "Yes...he just had...he radiated dark magic...magical death." He replied quietly.“Christ.” John frowns.Mycroft nodded. "Lets go back inside." He put the hatchlings back in the carrier.John follows Mycroft back inside, keeping them safe.Mycroft went back to Greg's side, staying close. "Did I miss anything?"“One of the volcanoes had a misfire.” Greg chuckles. “Are you alright? You look pale.” He frowns."Remember the poacher case you were working? I just ran into a man like that." Mycroft replied quietly.“What?” Greg frowns. “Are you alright? The hatchlings?” He checks them all over."We're fine. John stared him down...I'm going to up our security though." Mycroft replied.Greg frowns and nods, hugging Mycroft close.Mycroft leaned against Greg.Greg rubs his back and kisses his head."He reeked of magical death..." Mycroft whispered.“How about you give Anthea a call and see if she can track him down? That way we have eyes on him.”Mycroft nodded and did just that.Anthea takes the description and searches through the local cctv footage as well as sending more security.Mycroft's security showed up a little while later. They hung out near the entrance. The leader moved to stand with Greg and Mycroft.Greg relaxes a bit but still holds Mycroft’s hand tight.Mycroft tried to act normal as they waited for the result of the judges vote.The judges were deliberating heatedly.“They don’t know what to do about me.” Wiggins hums, rocking back and forth on his feet, getting bored of waiting."Even if you don't win...you know you won and they just gave it to a volcano child because of the parents." Mycroft said softly.“I don’t care about winning. I just wanted an excuse to do a project.” Wiggins hums. “You’re upset. Why?” He frowns."I'll explain later." Mycroft replied softly. "I don't want to ruin your day."Wiggins frowns more. “We can go home. I’m bored here.”"Just a little longer..." Mycroft smiled.“Mm fine.” Wiggins nods and watches the judges. “They’re not gonna pick me.”"Their loss." Mycroft huffed.Wiggins shrugs. “Can we go now?”Mycroft looked at Sherlock.“If you really want to.” Sherlock says softly.“Yeah the stupid parents are gonna be mean happy and I don’t wanna deal with that.” Wiggins shrugs."We can pick up your award later." Mycroft nodded. "Let's go back to mine and have lunch." He smiled.“Oh good.” Wiggins smiles happily.Mycroft's security guard leads them out to the cars.Greg stays close to Mycroft.Mycroft gets in the back of the car with Greg, his security guard got into the driver's seat.Greg starts to relax a bit.John Sherlock and Wiggins get into another car. They drove to Mycroft's.Wiggins presses the window button but it won’t go down. “Windows broken.”Sherlock looks at the driver, then back to Wiggins. "No, its locked...somethings wrong." He looked at John.John frowns and pulls Wiggins close.Wiggins frowns, looking at the driver. His eyes go wide and he starts to shake. “We have to get out. We have to get out now.” He whispers, terrified.Suddenly the driver makes a sharp turn. He speeds away from Mycroft's car.John holds Sherlock and Wiggins to keep them from falling off the seat.Wiggins starts clawing at the door, trying to rip the cover off.The car pulled up to an abandoned warehouse and slowly rolled in, the door closing behind them. The doors opened and they were pulled out.John’s instincts are to fight and protect his family. He starts fighting them off until he’s knocked unconscious."Take the dragons...they're the ones we want." A man ordered.Wiggins snaps and snarls, biting and clawing at the man holding him."Ow...fuck!" The man hisses. He throws Wiggins into a dog crate. "Should've tranked them first."Wiggins beats on the case.Sherlock has been hog tied, still struggling."Little one is feisty...but will fetch a fair price at auction." The man smirked.“Screw you!” Wiggins hisses.The man kicked the crate. "Shut it."Wiggins growls, looking at Sherlock."You stay the fuck away from him!" Sherlock growled, straining against the chains they used to tie him to the chair.Wiggins pants, panicking. “Dad.” He whimpers.One of the men eyes Wiggins. "You know...some would pay a great sum for a pretty thing like you.""Don't you touch him." A man in a suit said from the doorway. "The boss wants them unharmed."“Boss?” Wiggins frowns, thinking before it comes to him. “Dad, don’t talk. Don’t say anything. Please! Just be quiet!”Sherlock looked at Wiggins.The suit walked over to them. "They're worth a lot of money..."“You don’t want to sell us. You’re gonna be in soooooo much trouble.” Wiggins tells them."I doubt that." The suit snorted.“Oh really? Wanna make a bet?” Wiggins smirks, he knows Sherlock’s never seen this side of him but he can’t let them get sold.The suit squatted down in front of the cage. "You're getting sold to the highest bidder...unless the boss decides to keep you as a plaything."“I know who your boss is, meathead.” Wiggins laughs. “And it won’t be the first time I’ve escaped either.”"Oh, yeah?" The suit smirked. He pulled a gun out and shot Wiggins with a dart. "Time to sleep."Wiggins skitters around the crate and pulls the dart out. His eyelids get heavy. “Don’t talk. No words. Da..” he falls asleep warning Sherlock.Sherlock growled loudly. The man in the suit darted him as well. "Sleepy time for you too."
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Greg sighs as they pull up home, glad that the whole weird mess is over with.Mycroft gets out with the hatchlings. He looks for the other car. "Somethings wrong...they were right behind us."“What?” Greg frowns. “Maybe they got caught at a light?”Mycroft shook his head. Victor got out of the car. "Their driver was found unconscious in the parking lot...they've been taken."“What!” Greg shouts."We're working on locating them now." Victor said, listening to his earpiece.“Myc, what the fuck is going on?” Greg frowns."The man...at the school...he reeked of magical death. I...he wanted me and the hatchlings, but John interfered. I think he's taken Sherlock and Wiggins instead." Mycroft was shaking.“Okay. Okay. It’s okay.” Greg holds Mycroft and gets him inside with the hatchlings.Mycroft goes directly to the nursery. He lets the hatchlings out of the carrier and shifts, pulling them close.They cuddle into him, sensing how stressed he was.Mycroft waited for Greg to come.Greg soon waddles in, slowly than Mycroft.Mycroft pats a comfort nest made of pillows for Greg.Greg sits down and tries to relax, rubbing his belly.Mycroft nuzzles him.Greg nuzzles him back. “You okay?”"No...I'm scared." Mycroft replied quietly.“I know. It’ll be okay. We’ll get them back.” Greg hugs Mycroft close. He felt so guilty that he was glad it wasn’t Mycroft and their hatchlings that got taken.Mycroft let’s himself weep.A few hours later John was found unconscious in the abandoned warehouse.“What the hell happened?” John asks, as he rubs his head from the killer headache."You were taken by magical creature poachers. They have Sherlock and Wiggins." Victor replied. "We're looking for them now."“What?” John roars and immediately regrets it, grabbing his head."Don't worry, Sherlock has a tracker in him." Victor replied, helping John to the car.“A tracker?” John frowns."He knows its there." Victor replied.“Oh.” John nods. “Have you heard anything from them? Are Mycroft and Greg safe? Their hatchlings?”"Nothing on Sherlock and Wiggins yet...the others are safe. I'll take you to them." Victor said as they got into the car.John frowns and nods, getting into the car.Victor drives them to Mycroft's.John’s legs bounces, nerves on end.They arrive and Victor lets John in. "Nursery." He said.John goes to them immediately. “Are you okay?”Mycroft nodded, still in his dragon form. "We're okay."“Any news?” John frowns."Not as of yet." Mycroft replied softly.“Okay.” John frowns, clenching his fists."John..." Mycroft said softly. "I know you're upset...we will find them."“I know. I know. I just..” John clenches his jaw. “I couldn’t protect them.” He growls."These people are...experts." Mycroft sighed. "Its not your fault."“It’s my job to protect them.”"Sit." Mycroft replied. "You were no match for these people...believe me, I know from personal experience."John frowns and sits like he’s told. “Wiggins is probably terrified.”"He's a lot sturdier than you might think." Mycroft replied softly.John sighs and rubs his hands over his face."We'll get them back." Mycroft placed a paw on John's leg.John takes a deep breath and nods. “I’m never letting either of them out of my sight again.”"I know the feeling." Mycroft replied softly.John watches the hatchlings.One of the hatchlings moves to sit in John's lap.John pets it gently.The hatchlings chittered and nuzzled John's hand.John smiles softly and gently pets them.Mycroft smiled.John does his best to stay calm.Mycroft encircles his tail around them all, protectively.Greg slowly gets up to go to the bathroom.Mycroft watches him go.“How’s Greg doing?” John asks, wants to focus on anything other than the kidnapping until they get news."Starting to feel the pregnancy a bit more...the eggs are moving around now...it can be a little uncomfortable." Mycroft replied.“How much longer does he have?” John asks."A couple of weeks maybe...his pregnancy has gone a bit longer than my own." Mycroft replied softly.John nods, gently petting the hatchlings. “Things were just getting good. Wiggins was settling in. We had a routine. I had Sherlock sleeping and eating on a semi normal schedule.”Mycroft nodded. "I noticed...I know..."“I want my boys back..” John swallows.Mycroft moves and curls around John. "I do too."John holds the three of them.The hatchlings nuzzle John.John smiles softly.Mycroft paused. "Gregory's been gone too long for a simple bathroom trip." He got up and went to find Greg.Greg was in the bathroom but he was sitting on the floor, taking deep breaths.Mycroft shifted and rushed to his side. "Gregory! Whats wrong, love?"“Panic attack. I think. Or maybe I’m dying.” Greg trembles a bit."Should I call Tabitha?" Mycroft asked softly.“No. It’s alright. I used to get them as a kid. Thought I grew out of it.” Greg pants a bit.Mycroft nodded, kissing Greg's cheek. "Its a stressful time."Greg leans against him. “There was also a few spots of blood in my underwear..” he says softly.Mycroft nodded. "I'll call Tabitha..." He takes out his phone and calls.Greg leans against Mycroft, taking deep breaths.“Hello?” Tabitha answers the phone."Tabitha can you come back to the flat...Gregory is having a panic attack of some sort...and spotting." Mycroft replied, trying to keep calm.“Okay. I’m on my way. Put him in bed and lay him down with his legs elevated.” Tabitha says calmly."Alright." Mycroft hung up, following Tabitha's directions.Greg tries to relax as he lays down.Mycroft holds Greg's hand. "It's going to be alright, love."“I know.” Greg squeezes his hand.Mycroft brought Greg's hand to his lips.Greg smiles softly, relaxing. “I love you.”"I love you too." Mycroft said softly.Greg lays there and closes his eyes.Tabitha soon arrives.Mycroft looks up at Tabitha as she enters the bedroom.“How are we feeling?” Tabitha smiles softly, going to Greg.“Fine. No pain or anything.” Greg nods. “That’s good.” She nods.Mycroft looked between Greg and Tabitha.“I’m going to examine you, alright?” Tabitha asks.“Yeah.” Greg nods.Tabitha gently starts feeling on his belly.Mycroft stays out of the way, but sticks close.“Have you felt them move?” Tabitha asks.“Yeah.” Greg nods.“Alright. Can I feel inside?” Tabitha asks.“Okay.” Greg spreads his legs as Tabitha puts on gloves.Mycroft moves back to hold Greg's hand again.Tabitha gently examines Greg. “What have you two been up to today?”Mycroft paused. "Someone kidnapped Sherlock and Wiggins on our way back from the science fair."“Oh.” Tabitha pales a bit but nods, checking Greg."We've got a team working on it." Mycroft replied.“Alright.” She nods and slowly finishes her exam. “Well everything feels alright. I think we just need to keep you off your feet and as relaxed as possible.”Greg nods, taking deep breaths.Mycroft kisses Greg's hand. "We'll move the hatchlings in here for you to cuddle."Greg nods. “Please.”Mycroft nodded and went to get the hatchlings.Greg tries to stay relaxes.Mycroft came back with the hatchlings and John.Greg opens his arms for the hatchlings.The hatchlings crawl onto the bed with Greg, cuddling close.Greg kisses their little heads.John sits on the edge of the bed.Mycroft kisses Greg's cheek. "Better?"Greg nods. “Much.”"Good." Mycroft smiled.Greg cuddles the hatchlings."Sorry If I stressed you out." John said quietly.“It’s not your fault.” Greg shakes his head.John nodded."I'll go check with Anthea about our progress." Mycroft said softly.“Thank you, love.” Greg smiles softly.Mycroft smiled and went to call Anthea.“Hello?” Anthea picks up her phone, in the middle of the crisis center."Any news?" Mycroft asked softly.“We’ve found the van they were transported in and that they’re part of a larger trafficking ring. Not just dragons, Myc. Humans. Exotic animals. Guns. Drugs. You name it they transport it.” Anthea sighs."Wonderful..." Mycroft sighed. "A huge trafficking ring...find their local...office...and get me an appointment."“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Anthea frowns."No, but I need to do something...and I don't think sending John in right now is the best idea." Mycroft replied.“Fine but I’m going with you.” Anthea sighs."Very well." Mycroft replied.“I’ll pick you up in twenty.” Anthea hangs up.Mycroft sighed and went back to Greg.“Any news?” Greg asks."Anthea is setting up a meeting with these people." Mycroft replied softly.Greg pales a little bit. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”"Its the only idea we've got." Mycroft sighed.Greg frowns and nods. “Please be safe.”"We will be." Mycroft replied softly.Greg nods and pulls Mycroft in, kissing him.Mycroft kisses Greg back, running a hand over the man's cheek.Greg relaxes a bit. “Please come back. I can’t raise all these hatchlings without you.”"I know, love. I'll come back." Mycroft promised.“Okay.” Greg nods and finally lets Mycroft go.Mycroft kissed Greg's hand.“I love you.”"I love you too." Mycroft said softly.Greg squeezes his hands.Mycroft puts on a holster and service pistol before going downstairs to meet Anthea.Greg takes a deep breath and tries to stay relaxed.Anthea was waiting in the living room."Ready?" Mycroft asked her.Anthea nods and leads him out.Mycroft gets into the car. "Plan of attack?"“We have a meeting with the boss. We have a small army posted outside the building. I’ve offered to consider taking the death penalty off the table if the information offered is sufficient.” Anthea hums.Mycroft nodded. "Reasonable."“Bullet proof vest.” Anthea hands him one as they’re driven.Mycroft puts it on under his clothes.“Sherlock and Wiggins should be somewhere on the premises. We’re a distraction while the extraction team gets to them.”Mycroft nodded. "Alright."“We just have to wait it out. Try and stay calm.”Mycroft nodded. "Want me to follow your lead, or should I take charge?"“Up to you.” Anthea nods."I'll lead then." Mycroft replied, fixing his clothes.“Alright.” Anthea nods and straightens his tie.Mycroft smiled. The car stopped and the driver got out to open the door.Anthea follows Mycroft into the building.They are led to an office in the back of the building.Wiggins looks up drowsily. He was in dragon form chained to the top of the desk of the boss.Mycroft kept his face neutral when he saw Wiggins. "Is it customary for you to have poor magical creatures chained up to your desk during a business meeting?"“Oh this one here has gotten away from me a few times before. I’m not letting him out of my sight. Isn’t that right, pet?” The boss poke Wiggins in the stomach with the sharp end of the pencil.Wiggins tries to pull away but can’t since the chain has him held down. He doesn’t make a sound.“Mm good boy. He’s learned not to make noises.” The boss chuckles."Indeed. I believe you know why I'm here." Mycroft replied, internally visualizing himself punching the man in the face.“The man has come to shut down my business.” He snorts, jabbing Wiggins a few more times.Wiggins remains calm, staring at Mycroft."I've come to buy." Mycroft replied. "Give me what I want and we can come to an arrangement."“And what is it that you want?” The boss asks."This little one and the big black one you took today...and any other children you're keeping here." Mycroft replied.“Oh? And that’s all?” The boss snorts. “What about the two that were with you earlier?” He smirks."You'll have to be more specific." Mycroft replied.“At the school where I had this one spotted.” He jabs Wiggins particularly hard."Sherlock...the black dragon you have...and his mate, John." Mycroft replied.“No no. Your hatchlings.” He smirks. “They’re gorgeous. I’ve never seen such green scales.” He licks his lips.Wiggins hisses and bites his hand where it rests near him."You won't touch them." Mycroft hissed.“Why? If I could get your brother and this little mongrel what makes you think I won’t be able to get them too.” He slaps Wiggins hard for biting him.Wiggins hits the desk hard, seemingly passing out."Do you know who I am? What I could do to you?" Mycroft asked.“Apparently those rumors aren’t true since I snatched up your family so easily.” He snorts and stands. “So how much are you willing to pay to get them back?” He walks around the room.Wiggins opens an eye and grabs the pencil, sticking the pointed end in the lock on his chain. He works it around trying to get free.Mycroft raised an eyebrow. "I let you take them...I've been hunting you for a while now...Wiggins helped me track you down...this was all planned. Right now, my people are raiding your stash houses, the docks, and the warehouse you keep. But by all means be smug all you like." Mycroft replied.The boss’ eyes widen and he growls, looking back at his desk but Wiggins was gone.“If you’d be so kind as to put your hands behind your back.” Anthea smiles sickeningly sweet.Mycroft pulled his gun. "I'd listen to the Lady." He said, spotting Wiggins near a door behind the desk area. Mycroft moved to the door.Anthea gets the boss handcuffed and dealt with.“We have to get Dad.” Wiggins tries to open the door but the sedative made him weak and unable to shift back into human form.Mycroft picked Wiggins up, tucking him under his arm, and going through the door.Wiggins sniffs. There were hundreds of crates filled with magical creatures. “That way.” Wiggins points.Mycroft follows Wiggins's directions. "Sherlock." He called out.“Myc!” Sherlock calls out, strapped down to some work table.Mycroft runs over and starts to un-strap sherlock. "Are you alright?"“I’m alright. Something spooked them and they ran off. Oh Wiggins.” Sherlock pulls the boy close.“I’m okay. I’m okay.” Wiggins holds onto him tight.Mycroft looked around. "All these creatures...any idea what horrible things they had in mind for them?"“It’s a breeding ring.” Sherlock frowns.Mycroft's eyes widen. "What? Some of these creatures aren't even of age!"“I know. They keep them till they present and then transfer them to other locations.” Sherlock frowns. “It’s easier than catching them in the wild.”"Disgusting...I suppose I'm going to have to create a whole new department for this...poor things." Mycroft put a hand up to a cage, gently.A small creature in the cage skitters back, scared.Mycroft sighed. "They've been terrorized." He opened the cage and scooped up the little dragon. He pet it gently. "You're going to be alright, I promise."The little dragon trembles, slowly relaxing."Its okay, little one." Mycroft kissed its head.The dragon slowly relaxes, pressing close to Mycroft."We should take these hatchlings to the country estate...mummy can help a team of midwives care for them." Mycroft said softly.“Alright.” Sherlock nods.The hatchlings crawls inside Mycroft’s shirt, wrapping around his neck."Gregory's going to want them all...once he sees them." Mycroft said softly. He scratched the little one lightly on the head.The hatchling pushes its little head into his hand.“I'm glad you’re all okay.” Sherlock says relieved. “Oh god John! Where is he?” He asks, suddenly panicked."John is safe. He's at my flat with Gregory and Tabitha." Mycroft replied softly.“Let’s go. Please.” Sherlock frowns, not wanting to be there any longer than they have to.Mycroft nodded. "Let me give instructions to my team, then we can talk to Mummy." He said as they walked out.The boss is being loaded into a van, some bruises molting his face.“Ready to go, Sir?” Anthea asks, her hands conveniently hidden in her pockets."Yes...please have a team, gently, remove the young creatures and bring them to Mummy's country estate. I'll inform her of the circumstances." Mycroft replied. "The older creatures...we're going to need a team of doctors and therapists. I want them all handled with love and care."“Yes, Sir. Right away.” Anthea nods and goes to make plans.Sherlock carries Wiggins to the car.“I knew you’d find us, Uncle Mycroft.” Wiggins says softly, still drowsy from the sedative."Of course. I will always find you." Mycroft replied softly. They get into the car and Mycroft calls Mummy.“Mycroft? Is everything alright? Tabitha called me.” Mummy sounds worried."There's been a bit of a situation...most of that's sorted...I raided a trafficking compound and found a great many magical creatures there...some are just hatchlings...I'm sending the young creatures to you for recovery." Mycroft replied.“Yes yes. That’s alright. They’ll be safe here. How many are there?” Mummy asks, starting to get supplies together."I didn't get a precise count...over one hundred though, would be my best estimate." Mycroft answered.“Oh dear lord, Myc.” Mummy gasps softly."They were breeding them...like a puppy mill." Mycroft sighed.Mummy takes a few deep breaths to swallow down her anger. “I will make sure they’re cared for.”"Thank you." Mycroft replied softly.“Has the person responsible been castrated?”"Not as of yet...give Anthea time." Mycroft replied.“Good. Tell her to save them. I want them in a jar for my desk.”"I'll do my best." Mycroft said.“Good boy. I’ll let you go so I can finish preparing.”"Very well. Thank you Mummy." Mycroft said before hanging up.The hatchlings around his neck snuggles close.Mycroft pets the hatchling. "I suppose I have to take you home with me now..." He said softly.The hatchlings relax into his touch.Wiggins chitters to it softly and it chitters back."What is it saying?" Mycroft asked Wiggins.“Hungry and cold. She doesn’t have a lot of words. No one talked to her much.” Wiggins says.Mycroft nodded. "I'll make sure she gets warm and fed."“She likes you. You’re warm.”Mycroft nodded. "Tell her I have hatchlings and a pregnant mate at home."Wiggins talks to her.She nods and talks back.“She wants to go with you.” Wiggins says."Alright..." Mycroft nodded. Some time later they arrive at Mycroft's flat.“Myc? Is that you?” Greg calls out."Its us, love. I've got Wiggins and Sherlock with me...oh, and a little surprise." Mycroft walked up to the bedroom.“Is everyone alright?” Greg tried not to worry while they were gone."Yes, love." Mycroft replied softly. He moved to the bed and took Greg's hand, kissing it.Greg pulls him close and holds him tight.The hatchlings pops up from Mycroft’s collar.“Umm, My.. you’ve got a stowaway..” Greg raises a brow."Wha- oh, yes...I uh...rescued her...Mummy's taking the rest. There were so many creatures in cages..." Mycroft replied.Greg frowns and nods. “How old is she? She's so small. Smaller than her actual age I’m guessing.” He slowly and gently reaches out to the hatchling."I'm not sure, old enough to know her gender...she doesn't have a good vocabulary according to Wiggins." Mycroft answered.Greg pets the hatchling gently.She purrs softly, relaxing into his touch.Mycroft smiles. "I think we're stuck with her now."Greg smiles softly and nods. “That’s alright.”Mycroft nodded. He removed the hatchling from around his neck and put her on the bed.Greg gently pets the hatchling.The other two hatchlings move closer in curiosity.The new hatchling watches them timidly."Its okay...they're only weeks old, just babies. They won't hurt you. They'll just want to play with you." Mycroft said softly.She slowly crawls over to them, gently sniffing.They sniff back and nuzzle her gently.She nuzzles them back, barely double their size when she should be at least quadruple."I think we should have Tabitha look her over." Mycroft said quietly.Greg nods. “That poor thing.” He says softly."There were so many...just children...it was horrible...the stench of fear..." Mycroft sat down next to Greg.Greg holds him close. “I’m sorry, love.”Mycroft nuzzles him. "So am I."Greg kisses him softly.Mycroft strokes Greg's cheek.Greg relaxes, still holding him close.John nearly tackled Sherlock and Wiggins when he saw them."We're okay..." Sherlock said, hugging John close.John holds them both tight, kissing them."We need to worry about all the hatchlings they had locked up...Mummy is going to take them..." Sherlock said quietly.“Are they hurt?” John frowns."I don't know...the one Mycroft brought home...she's small for her age and stunted verbally." Sherlock replied.John frowns and nods. “Are you alright? What about you wiggins?” He asks them.“Tired.” Wiggins mumbles."I'm alright...they drugged him." Sherlock answered.John frowns. “We should get you both looked at.”"We're fine." Sherlock insisted.“Mm..” John frowns, he felt so guilty."Don't...it was Mycroft's team that failed to keep us safe, not you." Sherlock said softly.“How the hell did that even happen?”"I don't know...did you see anything suspicious when you were outside with Mycroft and the hatchlings?" Sherlock asked.“Just some guy eyeing them. I got between them and he walked away.” John says softly. “Oh god, is it my fault? Did he retaliate and take you two?”"No it's not your fault. They've been stalking us for a while...they just needed a distraction, so they could switch the drivers while Mycroft was panicking about the strange man...it's no one's fault." Sherlock replied.John frowns, holding them both close."Mycroft is setting up a task force to deal with the problem." Sherlock said.“Alright.” He cuddles them.Sherlock nuzzled John.John kisses his head, Wiggins asleep in Sherlock’s arms."Can we stay here tonight...?" Sherlock asked quietly. "Safety in numbers."“Of course, love.” John nods.Sherlock nodded and dragged John to an unoccupied guest room.John follows him.Sherlock makes a little nest for Wiggins, before making up the bed for him and John.John pulls Sherlock to him and cuddles him close.Sherlock nuzzles John.John kisses his head.Sherlock shifts and crawls under John's shirt.“Better?” John cuddles him."Yes." Sherlock nodded.He holds him and rubs his back gently."They're breeding those dragons like dogs in a puppy mill." Sherlock said quietly.“I’m so sorry, love.” John frowns."Me too...Mummy will take care of them." Sherlock said.John nods. “We can visit them if you’d like?”"We can go with Mycroft and Greg...I'm sure my brother will want to see how things are progressing." Sherlock replied.“I was so worried about you. We all were. Greg started to bleed from the stress and everything.”Sherlock looked at John in surprise. "Is he okay? The babies?"“Yeah. Tabitha is keeping a close eye on him. She’s put him on strict bed rest.”"Alright." Sherlock nodded.John rubs Sherlock’s back.Sherlock nuzzled John.John slowly starts to relax.Sherlock fell asleep snuggled into John.John watches over him and Wiggins as they sleep.A few days later they headed to Mummy's to see what the progress had been made.Wiggins chats with the hatchling Mycroft and Greg have been taking care of. She still refuses to come out of dragon form.Mycroft watched with a sad smile.Greg squeezes his hand gently.Mycroft squeezes it back. "I hope Mummy hasn't been too overwhelmed."“She sounded alright over the phone. And Tabitha is with her.” Greg says softly."Yes well...Mummy's good at hiding emotions too." Mycroft replied.“Ah so that’s where you get it from.” Greg nods."Indeed." Mycroft nodded.“Well it’s a good thing I can pry you open and see all your mushy feelings.” Greg smiles softly and squeezes his hand gently.Mycroft smiled. "Yes."Greg kisses his knuckles.The car stopped. "We're here." Mycroft said.John and Sherlock get out first with Wiggins. Greg let’s Mycroft help him out of the car.The little girl hatchling sits on Mycroft's shoulder as he helps Greg out of the car and their own hatchlings.Greg smiles softly, waddling next to Mycroft as he walks.Mycroft gets Greg inside to the sofa and comfortable.“Thank you, love.” Greg smiles softly as he sits, rubbing his belly."You're welcome, love. Can I get you some tea?" Mycroft asked softly.“I’m alright for now. Go find your mum. I’ll be here.” Greg smiles softly.Mycroft nodded, leaving Greg with the hatchlings. He went to find his mother.Mrs. Holmes was in a large room converted to a nursery and children’s room. She was working with Tabitha and a handful of nurses."Mummy." Mycroft said as he walked up to her. "Progress?"“Minimal. Some of them were so traumatized and scared we had to tranquilize them.” Mrs. Holmes frowns.Mycroft gave her a sad look. "How many of them will need a therapist's help?"“At least half we think. There are some to young to remember what happened so they’ll slowly grow out of the skittishness. The other ones will need help.” She says softly. “How is the little one you have?”"Better...she refuses to shift though." Mycroft lifted said hatchling from his shoulder and showed Mummy.Mummy gently holds her hand out to the hatchling.She cautiously sniffs her hand before getting excited, this lady smelled like Mycroft.Mycroft smiled. "Good girl...Mummy will help you." He said softly.She crawls over into Mummy’s arms and cuddles close.Mummy smiles softly and holds her. “We’ll give her a little check up if you’d like?”"Please." Mycroft nodded. "We don't even know her age."Mummy nods and looks down at the hatchling. “We’re going to do a little check up. Just a little look at you. It’ll be okay.” She says to her softly and leads Mycroft over to the table where Tabitha was working.Mycroft follows, concerned. He was already attached to the hatchling.“Hello, little one.” Tabitha smiles softly as Mummy sets her on the heated examine table.The hatchling looks up at Tabitha, cautiously.Tabitha decides to shift into dragon form and sits on the table with her.The hatchling relaxes a bit. She chittered at Tabitha.Tabitha chitters back, gently examining her.The hatchling offered paws and tail for inspection.Tabitha gently looks over her paws and tails, seeing some scars and bruises.The hatchling spreads her wings as best she can.Tabitha gently touches them and inspects them.The hatchling wasn't able to open her wings fully because of the small cage she'd been in.Tabitha nods and gently pets her headThe hatchling lays down on the heated table.Tabitha finishes her examination."How is she? Besides the wings?" Mycroft asked softly.“Alright. Small. Her wings will need some physical therapy to grow out properly.” Tabitha nods."Alright...do we know her age? What can we do to help?" Mycroft asked.“I’d say maybe six?” Tabitha nods, looking at her teeth.Mycroft nodded. "Is it safe to put her in the nursery with the hatchlings?"“Maybe give her some time to adjust first. Slowly introduce her to new people and settings. Everything is very new to her.” Tabitha nods. “She probably spent her whole life in a crate.”Mycroft nodded. "Alright. We'll make sure she's cared for."“We’ve taken blood samples from the others. They’ve been vaccinated. Like cattle.” Tabitha frowns.Mycroft nodded. "I'm not surprised...what's with the face?"“I’m just afraid there’s more out there that we haven’t found yet.” Tabitha frowns."I have no doubt...there's a team looking into this whole mess." Mycroft replied.Tabitha nods. “We’re managing here thus far.”Mycroft nodded. "Good...would you be overwhelmed if Gregory and I stayed until he births our hatchlings?"“Oh of course not. I’d rather be close at hand for both of you.” Tabitha nods.Mycroft nodded. "I think it will be any day now."Tabitha nods. “His belly had dropped the last time I saw him.”"They're moving around constantly...more than when I was pregnant." Mycroft replied.“No more bleeding or anything?”"A little spotting, but otherwise it's been okay." Mycroft answered.“I’m sure you’ve been making sure he keeps off his feet.”"With Anthea's help." Mycroft nodded.“Good.” Tabitha nods. “When he starts to nest we know he’s close.”"He's pretty much there." Mycroft replied.“We’ll get a room ready.” Mrs. Holmes nods."Thank you." Mycroft smiled.Mummy smiles softly and squeezes his hand before getting things ready.Mycroft scooped up the hatchling and went back to Greg.She cuddles close to Mycroft, feeling safe with him.Mycroft kisses her head as he walks back to Greg. "Feeling alright, love?"“Yeah. A little antsy.” Greg shrugs and smiles softly.Mycroft nodded. "Would you like to go upstairs and start nesting?"“Yes please.” Greg nods, struggling a bit to get up on his own.Mycroft helped him upstairs to their bedroom. He got Greg comfortable.Greg relaxes, fixing the covers and pillows. “You alright?”Mycroft sat the hatchlings down with Greg, keeping the little black one close. "I'm as well as can be expected."“Did they look her over?” Greg asks."Yes...bruises...her wings can't open fully...she's about six." Mycroft replied softly.“Poor little love.” Greg frowns.Mycroft nodded. He pet the hatchling.She nuzzles into his hand, quite liking affection.Mycroft sits with Greg. "Can we keep her?" He asked in a whisper.“Oh love, I think she’s already decided to keep us.” Greg smiles softly.Mycroft smiled and kissed Greg's cheek. "You're alright with all these hatchlings?"“It’ll be hectic but I think we can manage.” Greg chuckles softly.Mycroft nodded and kissed Greg.Greg kisses him back softly. “I love you.”"I love you too." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles and relaxes, rubbing his swollen belly."Can I get you anything?" Mycroft asked softly.“I’m okay for now. A kiss maybe?” He smiles up at him.Mycroft kissed Greg softly.Greg kisses him back. “Mm perfect.”Mycroft smiled. "Yes, you are."Greg smiles back. “Did you ask your mum and Tabitha if we could stay?”"Yes. We can stay." Mycroft nodded.“Okay good.” Greg nods, feeling better."I want you to be comfortable for the birth of our eggs." Mycroft said softly.Greg nods. “Thank you, love.”"You're welcome." Mycroft placed a gentle hand on Greg's stomach.Greg smiles softly and relaxes, the eggs squirming inside him."They move more than our others."“I wonder why?”"Maybe its the human DNA?" Mycroft suggested.“You don’t think they could be in human form inside the eggs do you?”"I don't know...we can ask Tabitha." Mycroft replied.He hums and nods. “I just want them to be healthy and safe..”"They will be." Mycroft replied, kissing his cheek.Greg smiles softly and nods."Do you need anything?" Mycroft asked softly.“Cuppa would be nice.”"I'll be back." Mycroft stood and went to make them some tea.The little girl hatchling follows Mycroft like a little duck.Mycroft chuckled. "Careful...stay close." He said, going down the stairs.She does as she’s told and stays close to him.They go down to the kitchen where Mycroft make some tea.She climbs up Mycroft’s clothes and sits on his shoulder.Mycroft waits for the kettle to boil. He grabs some biscuits. Mycroft gives one to the hatchling.She munches happily, holding the biscuit in her paws.Mycroft kissed the top of her head. "You're going to be a big sister soon."“Berrp?” She looks at him."Big sister...sibling...uh...I'm not sure how to explain." Mycroft replied.She nods and holds his biscuits like a baby, rocking it."Yes, baby...Gregory is having two...on top of the other two." Mycroft smiled.She makes a pained noise and runs off, going back to Greg and the other hatchlings.Mycroft, concerned, hastily grabs the tea tray and follows.“My, what’s going on.” Greg frowns.The little girl hatchling is curled up on Greg’s belly protectively while holding the other two hatchlings close."I'm not sure...I just told her she was going to be a big sister soon and she ran away..." Mycroft set the tray down. "Maybe she thinks they'll be taken away..."“Oh little love, it’s okay.” Greg gently pets her.She relaxes a bit but still on guard."No one is taking them away." Mycroft replied softly, as he handed Greg a cup of tea and a few biscuits.She whines softly, worried."I promise, nothing bad will happen to them or any of you." Mycroft replied. "I will keep you all safe."She chitters at him.Mycroft pets her gently.She relaxes a bit.Mycroft sits next to Greg and sips his tea.She chitters softly and touches Mycroft’s clothes."Its okay. You're safe with us." Mycroft said softly.She shakes her head and points to his clothes."My suit? What about it?...you don't like it..." Mycroft asked.She pulls at his clothes again.“Maybe she doesn’t understand clothes?” Greg hazards a guess.Mycroft sets his tea down. "Do you want me to shift?"She nods, pulling on his sleeve.Mycroft shifted and pulled her under his wing.She cuddles close, relaxing finally."Better?" Mycroft asked softly.She chitters softly.Mycroft kisses her head. The hatchlings cuddle close to them.Greg smiles softly as he watches them.Mycroft maneuvers so he can place his head on Greg's stomach.Greg pets him gently.Mycroft smiles up at Greg. "You'll let me know when you start to feel labor pains?"“I will. I promise.” Greg nods."Good." Mycroft smiled.“I love you.”"I love you too." Mycroft replied.Greg smiles softly and relaxed."Everything is going to be alright." Mycroft said softly.“I know.” Greg says softly.Mycroft nuzzled Greg's stomach.Greg blushes softly. “Mm?”"They're moving again." Mycroft smiled.Greg chuckles softly. “They move so much.”"I know." Mycroft replied.“We’re gonna have five hatchlings.” He hums."More than enough." Mycroft replied.Greg hums softly, feeling a little twinge."Alright?" Mycroft asked.“Yeah. Just a twinge.” Greg nods.Mycroft nodded.Greg pets Mycroft softly.Mycroft purrs and closes his eyes.He smiles softly and relaxes as he pets.John helps Mrs. Holmes and Tabitha where he can.Sherlock and Wiggins attempt to speak to the hatchlings. Some are willing, others not so much.“They’re so scared.” Wiggins says to Sherlock."I know...there's not much we can do for them...they need time and care. Mummy will see that they get it." Sherlock sighed. "This is horrible... they're babies."“Where are their mummy’s?” Wiggins frowns."Probably in another location or...dead." Sherlock whispered.Wiggins frowns. “Why separate them?”"I don't know...pure cruelty on their part. Mycroft's team should have more information soon." Sherlock said softly.Wiggins frowns. “Not good enough.” He goes to talk to the little girl hatchling with Mycroft and Greg.Sherlock sighed.Mycroft looked up when Wiggins entered.Wiggins crawls up onto the bed and chitters to her.She looks confused, chittering back."Wiggins?" Mycroft asked, confused and concerned.“Why? Why do they take them from their mummy’s?” Wiggins frowns."So they can get the Mummy's pregnant again as soon as possible...sometimes the hatchlings are...used for their scales." Mycroft replied.“Oh no..” Wiggins looks sick.Mycroft pulls him close. "I'm sorry, love..." He says gently.Wiggins clings to him. “Uncle Mycroft. We have to get them out.”"I know, love. I have people working on that." Mycroft said softly, attempting to calm Wiggins.Wiggins frowns. “What if my mummy got taken?” He whispers."Do you want us to search for her?" Mycroft asked softly.Wiggins seems uncomfortable with that. “I.. I don’t know..”"You want me to look for the other hatchlings mum's?" Mycroft asked softly.Wiggins nods. “They deserve to know what happened to their hatchlings..”"I'll make some calls later today." Mycroft replied.“Okay..” Wiggins says, relaxed some.Mycroft kissed his head.Wiggins hums softly. “Greg smells funny..” He says quietly."He's pregnant..." Mycroft smiled. "Its the hormones."“I know but different than before.”Mycroft sniffed Greg. "He's getting close to birthing our eggs."“Oh.” Wiggins nods.Mycroft smiled softly.“I can watch the hatchlings.” Wiggins offers."That would be nice." Mycroft smiled softly.Wiggins smiles and nods. “I’ll keep them safe. I promise.”"I know you will." Mycroft kissed his head again.Wiggins smiles and relaxes.Mycroft shifted a little bit bigger so he could put Wiggins under his wing.Wiggins cuddles close with the other hatchlings.Mycroft settles back down with Greg.Greg pets Mycroft gently.Mycroft hums softly.A little while later Greg feels another twinge.Mycroft could feel it too. "You could be in early labor." He said quietly.Greg hums and nods. “I think I want to get up and walk around.”Mycroft nodded. "Garden?" He asked softly.Greg hums and nods. “Sounds good.”Mycroft lets go of the hatchlings and got off the bed, shifting. He helped Greg to stand.Greg huffs softly, holding onto Mycroft.Mycroft leads Greg downstairs to the garden. "Doing okay?"“Fine. Just feel like I need to walk around.” Greg nods, holding Mycroft’s hand.Mycroft nodded. He slowly lead Greg around the garden.“This place is huge.” Greg smiles softly. “Did you grow up here?”"I did. Gave us plenty of room to fly." Mycroft smiled.“I’m glad.” Greg smiles, walking with him."It's soothing." Mycroft replied softly.He hums and nods, leaning against Mycroft a bit."Alright?" Mycroft asked, concerned.“Fine. Just some tightness in my low back.” Greg nods.Mycroft nodded. "The eggs are getting ready for the birth."Greg hums and nods, taking a few deep breaths till the feeling passes.Mycroft rubs Greg's back gently.Greg smiles softly. “It’s okay.”"I know." Mycroft replied softly.“I feel strangely calm about the whole thing. I should probably be freaking out a little bit.” Greg laughs softly."That's okay...everyone feels differently." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles softly. “Kiss me.”Mycroft nodded and kissed Greg softly.Greg hums softly and kisses him back. “I love you.” He says softly."And I love you." Mycroft smiled.Greg chuckles softly. “Did you have a favorite spot here?”"Not really." Mycroft shrugged.Greg nods, walking with him."I taught Sherlock to fly over the water, because it would hurt less if he fell...not necessarily true sometimes though." Mycroft replied.“That’s pretty clever though.” Greg smiles."I thought so. He fell...a lot." Mycroft chuckled.Greg smiles. “I’m sure you picked him up every time.”"I did." Mycroft smiled.Greg squeezes his hand. “You’re a good big brother and a good dad.”"Thank you." Mycroft smiled softly.“You’re an alright mate too.” Greg teases.Mycroft smiled. "Good to know."Greg chuckles and smiles, starting to get a little cold outside."Tea?" Mycroft asked, steering them back towards the house.“Lovely.” Greg nods.Mycroft led him inside to the kitchen and got him some tea.Greg sits and rubs his belly, even lower than before."You're close to labor." Mycroft says handing Greg a cup.“Yeah.” Greg nods and takes the cup.Mycroft kisses his forehead and drinks his own tea.“Nervous?”"Weren't you?" Mycroft asked.“Terribly.” Greg laughs softly.Mycroft smiles. "There you go."Greg smiles softly. “Giving you a taste of your own medicine.” He teases and sips his tea."Indeed." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles softly. “Can I see the hatchlings you found?”Mycroft nodded. "Ballroom." He offered a hand.Greg takes his hand and follows him.Mycroft takes Greg into the ballroom where all the hatchlings were being kept.“Oh My..” Greg frowns."...this was just one warehouse..." Mycroft said quietly.“Christ.” Greg’s hand tightens around Mycroft’s."All with varying degrees of trauma." Mycroft said quietly.Greg swallows and rests his free hand in his belly protectively.Mycroft holds Greg close. "We'll try and find their mums."Greg nods. “I don’t know if they’ll want them...”"I don't either...but we have to try." Mycroft replied softly.Greg nods, gasping as the pain starts to cramp his belly."And there goes labor..." Mycroft led Greg back to their room after informing Tabitha.Greg pants, holding onto Mycroft.Mycroft gets Greg back onto the bed. He moves the hatchlings and Wiggins.Wiggins takes the hatchlings to a playroom Mrs. Holmes set up for them.Greg groans softly, trying to get comfortable."Its alright, love. Just breath." Mycroft said softly. "I know it hurts, but try and relax...stay as calm as possible."Greg nods, taking slow deep breaths."Thats it, love." Mycroft said softly as he removed Greg's trousers and pants.Tabitha and Mrs. Holmes come in with some supplies.Greg pants.Mycroft gets on the bed next to Greg, holding his hand.“You are never fucking me again without a condom.” Greg gasps, holding onto Mycroft tight when a contraction hits."I think we already agreed to that, love." Mycroft kissed his forehead.Greg pants, trembling a bit."You're doing great, love." Mycroft said softly.“Need to move.” Greg whines.“Hands and knees, sweetie.” Tabitha and Mrs. Holmes help Mycroft move Greg into his hands and knees.Mycroft stays by Greg's side, rubbing his back. "Keep breathing...you're doing great."Greg holds into him tight.“Whenever you’re ready to push, Greg.” Tabitha says, positioned behind him."Go ahead, love. I've got you." Mycroft kissed his forehead.Greg starts to push.Mycroft continues to give Greg encouragement and kisses.Greg whimpers, pressing his face to Mycroft’s neck.“There you go. Just like that. Breathe.” Tabitha encourages."I've got you, love." Mycroft whispered in Greg's ear.Greg cries out as he pushes the first egg out of him.“Oh good boy!” Tabitha praises, cleaning off the egg.Mycroft kissed Greg's cheek. "Good job. One down, one to go."Greg pants, trembling a bit."Doing so well..." Mycroft kissed his head again.Greg whines, his face presses to Mycroft’s neck."I've got you, love...just breath..." Mycroft said softly.Greg nods, beyond words. He breathes and starts to push again when the need arises.Mycroft encourages Greg through the birth of their second egg.Soon Tabitha is holding their second egg and Greg collapses against Mycroft.Mycroft rubs Greg's back. "You did wonderful, love."Greg pants, tears slipping down his face. “Need them close. Please.”Mycroft nodded. He had Tabitha bring the eggs over.Greg cradles then close.Mycroft holds Greg close.Greg cuddles against him exhausted."I love you." Mycroft murmured.“Love..” Greg mumbles half asleep.Mycroft kissed his cheeks. He took the eggs and put them in the incubators.Greg sleeps hard, his body worn out.“They look healthy.” Tabitha says softly.Mycroft nodded. "They're moving a bit more than mine did."Tabitha nods. “I can run some tests if you’d like?”Mycroft nodded. "...is it possible that they're human inside the egg?"“Let me get a candling light and we can see.” Tabitha goes.Mycroft nodded. "Alright."Tabitha soon comes back with a super bright light.Mycroft watched closely.She holds the eggs carefully over the light to illuminate the inside. “Oh wow..”"What is it?" Mycroft asked nervously.“Have a look.” Tabitha shows him, a tiny human form inside the egg."Oh, lord! Is it going to be able to hatch like that?" Mycroft asked concerned.“It may need some help.” Tabitha nods. “I’m going to take them for tests.”Mycroft nodded. "Alright..."“You can come.” Tabitha assures him.Mycroft nodded. "Please...let me get Sherlock to stay with Gregory, so he doesn't freak out when he wakes."“No rush.” Tabitha nods.Mycroft went to find Sherlock.Sherlock was helping join organize medical supplies while keeping an eye on Wiggins and the hatchlings."Sherlock...can you stay with Greg while Tabitha and I run some tests on the eggs...there are human babies inside." Mycroft said the last bit quietly.“Of course.” Sherlock nods. He tells John he’ll be back and goes to follow mycroft. “Is everything alright?”"I think so...Tabitha just wants to run some tests." Mycroft paused. "They're so tiny inside those eggs...I'm worried about them being able to get out..."“It’s alright. As long as they’re safe and healthy now we can help them get out later.” Sherlock rubs Mycroft’s arm. “Congratulations.” He smiles softly.Mycroft nodded. "Thank you." He smiled as they entered Greg's room. "Stay with him until I return?"“Of course.” Sherlock sits on the bed next to Greg who’s still fast asleep.Mycroft went to find Tabitha.Tabith had taken the eggs to get cleaned off and stay warm."How are they doing?" Mycroft asked softly.“So far so good. Movement inside the eggs is still good. And.. they’re egg color is purple.” She says softly."Purple? Another rare color..." Mycroft said, moving closer.Tabitha nods. “You can hold them and touch them. They’re your babies.” She says softly.Mycroft picked one up, then the other. "They're light compared to mine."“Not as dense but the shell is just as hard for protection.” Tabitha nods.Mycroft nodded. "Its going to be strange raising human babies alongside two other hatchlings...and our lovely rescue."“It will be a challenge but we’re all here for you.”Mycroft nodded. "I appreciate that...thank you."Tabitha smiles softly and nods. “Greg did good. The eggs may have been different like this so that he could pass them. When they were first born the shell was softer but since being out they’ve hardened.”"Interesting." Mycroft smiled. "They'll get rather big, if they're going to come out as full term babies."“Much bigger than usual hatchlings.” Tabitha nods."Will our incubators at home be big enough?" Mycroft asked, putting the eggs back.“If each is put in their own it should be. There’s always nesting and heat lamps.” Tabitha nods."I know...I hate heat lamps though..." Mycroft replied.“Then we can have custom incubators made.”"Probably for the best." Mycroft agreed.“After we can donate them to a hospital so they can be used for other hatchlings.” Tabitha nods."Good idea." Mycroft smiled.Tabitha smiles. “Want to listen to the ultrasound?”"Please." Mycroft nodded with a smile.Tabitha gets it the hand held set and spreads a little gel over the egg. She gently rubs the wand in it, soon a nice strong heartbeat plays over the machine.Mycroft let out a happy sigh. "Strong heartbeat."Tabitha smiles and nods. “Very good.” She does the other egg next. The heartbeat on the second is slightly faster but still good."Gregory will be glad to know they're strong and healthy." Mycroft smiled.“I’m sure your mum is preparing him quite the feast.” Tabitha laughs softly. Mrs. Holmes wasn’t very good at showing emotion but she made up for it in acts of service."Probably." Mycroft chuckled.Tabitha smiles and gently wipes the gel off the eggs."We should put them in with Gregory when you're done...our adopted hatchling is worried that they might be taken away..." Mycroft said quietly.Tabitha nods. “They’ll be happier back with him.”Mycroft nodded. He grabbed the incubator and rolled it into the room where Greg was sleeping.Sherlock looks up, eyes wide. “Purple?” He asks quietly."Indeed. That was my reaction." Mycroft replied in a whisper.Sherlock nods. “This man gets stranger and stranger.”"I don't think we'll ever uncover the secret of his origin...but does it really matter?" Mycroft asked.Sherlock shakes his head. “I guess it doesn’t.”"But...we all want to know, that's what you're thinking." Mycroft replied quietly.“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a purple egg let alone seen one.” Sherlock says softly."Again, rare...I only heard of them in fairytales that Mummy used to read to us." Mycroft replied, running a hand over the eggs.“Of the knight and the dragon..” Sherlock says softly.Mycroft nodded. "The purple dragon was supposed to be magical...well more than we already are." He smiled.Sherlock nods. “I’ll do some research.”Mycroft nodded. "Are we still going with a mother from an alternate timeline theory?"“Maybe. If Greg has magic, being able to carry eggs, he got it from somewhere.” Sherlock nods."Exactly." Mycroft agreed.Sherlock hums. “They’re healthy yeah?”"Yes. Strong heartbeats." Mycroft nodded.“Good.” Sherlock smiles.Mycroft nodded. He sat down on the end of the bed.Greg mumbles softly.Mycroft rubs Greg's side.Greg snuggles closer.Mycroft smiled.“I’ll go. Give you two some time to relax.” Sherlock says softly."Thank you, Sherlock." Mycroft smiled softly.“I’ll bring the hatchlings when you’re ready.” Sherlock smiles.Mycroft nodded. "I want to let him sleep for a while."Sherlock nods. “He needs it.”"I know." Mycroft smiled softly.Sherlock gets up and heads for the door. “Call me if you need anything.”"I will. Thank you." Mycroft replied.Sherlock nods and heads out, going back to John and the hatchlings."How are they?" John asked softly.“All healthy. Greg is sleeping.”John nodded. "Good. That's good."Sherlock nods. “I have to do some research. Will you keep an eye on the hatchlings?”"Sure." John smiled. "I'll be here."“Thank you.” Sherlock kisses him before going to the library in his mother’s house.John goes back to caring for the hatchlings.Greg wakes a few hours later, hungry and sore.Mycroft smiled softly and helped Greg sit up. "Easy...slowly. I'll ask Sherlock to bring you some food and meds."“Thanks, love.” Greg smiles softly.Mycroft quickly texted Sherlock. "You're welcome, love."“Are the eggs healthy?” Greg asks, looking at them."Yes...our babies are healthy." Mycroft smiled softly.“Good.” Greg sighs, looking so relieved."They're human babies in the eggs." Mycroft said softly.Greg frowns. “What?”"Don't worry, Tabitha checked them over." Mycroft kissed Greg's cheek.“But are they going to be okay in there? How will they get out? Are they going to be able to keep growing?” Greg asks anxiously."Tabitha said everything will be alright...the eggs will grow as the babies do." Mycroft replied softly.Greg frowns a bit but nods."I promise I won't let anything happen to them." Mycroft said softly.“I know, love. I know.” Greg nods, worried maybe he did something wrong while they were inside him."You didn't do anything...well...not something any of us could control." Mycroft kissed his forehead.Greg finally relaxes a bit, cuddling into Mycroft.There was a knock on the door and Sherlock entered.Mycroft smiled. "Thank you, brother mine."“Thank you, Sherlock.” Greg smiles softly.“Of course. Mummy is cooking up a storm.” Sherlock sits a tray on the bed."Not a surprise." Mycroft smiled. He looked at Greg. "You should eat."Greg leans against Mycroft as he eats.Mycroft takes a few bites as well.Sherlock looks at the eggs."Did you find anything out?" Mycroft asked.“Just the fairytales. I contacted a few professors. Waiting to hear back.”Mycroft nodded. "Alright...have you eaten?"“Me?” Sherlock asks. “No.” He shakes his head, he was busy and forgot."Go eat, Lock." Mycroft replied softly.Sherlock was going to argue but Mycroft’s gentle tone made him decide against it. “Alright. Do you need anything else right now?”"I think we're alright for now, thank you." Mycroft smiled.Sherlock nods and smiles softly, leaving them be.Mycroft looked at Greg. "How are you feeling?"“Tired and sore.” Greg says softly, looking at the eggs."Do you want to hold them?" Mycroft asked, moving to get them.“Please.” Greg nods.Mycroft picked them up and handed them to Greg.Greg holds them close, pulling the blankets up around them. “They’re warm.”"That's what the incubators are for." Mycroft kissed his forehead.Greg hums and nods, cuddled into Mycroft as he keeps the eggs close.Mycroft hand feeds Greg as they cuddled.Greg eats, relaxing. “Thank you, My.”"You're welcome, love." Mycroft said softly.Greg leans in and kisses him gently.Mycroft kisses Greg back. "Can I get you anything?"“I’m fine.” Greg relaxes against him."Good." Mycroft kisses his cheek.Greg smiles and nuzzles him."You did good." Mycroft said softly.Greg blushes at the praise. “Yeah?”Mycroft nodded.Greg smiles softly, pressing his face to Mycroft’s neck. “So did you.”Mycroft smiles. "We're going to have a full house now."“Yeah.” Greg chuckles."Five hatchlings." Mycroft said softly.“Four of them under a year.”Mycroft nodded. "And then Wiggins on occasion."Greg nods. “We went from no hatchlings to a whole troop in less than a year.”Mycroft chuckled. "Sex will do that."“Shut up.” Greg snorts.Mycroft smiled. "Happy?"“Very.” Greg smiles up at him."Good." Mycroft smiled, kissing his cheek.Greg hums softly, gently petting the eggs.Mycroft placed a hand one the eggs as well.“Our babies..”Mycroft nodded. "Ours."Greg nods, his eyelids growing heavy.Mycroft took the eggs and put them back before tucking Greg in to sleep.Greg reaches out for Mycroft.Mycroft spooned himself around Greg.Greg sleeps hard.Mycroft rubs Greg's side as he sleeps.“Did Mycroft send you back out to eat?” Mummy Holmes asks as Sherlock comes back to the kitchen.Sherlock nodded. "Yes."She nods and makes him a plate."Thank you." Sherlock sits with his plate.Mummy nods. “How are they doing?”"They seem to be doing okay. Greg's exhausted. Mycroft's taking care of him." Sherlock replied.“Good good.” Mummy nods."How is it going with the hatchlings?" Sherlock asked.“Slow.” She sighs."They're all so scared." Sherlock nodded.She nods. “We can barely get them to trust us.”"Any ideas on how we can do that better?" Sherlock asked.“They respond better when we’re in dragon form. Your son has actually made some great progress.” Mummy nods, a hint of pride in her voice.Sherlock smiled. "That's good. He can talk to the babies easier than we can."“They flock to him.” She smiles softly. “I was going to send him in with their lunch.”"Good idea...I'll watch Mycroft's hatchlings." Sherlock replied.“Eat before it gets cold.”Sherlock nodded and began to eat.Mummy Holmes makes up plates for the hatchling.Sherlock watched. "They'll be well fed."“Good food helps the healing process.”Sherlock nodded and finished his plate.“Tell Wiggins to come see me.”"Okay." Sherlock stood and went to get Wiggins.Wiggins was playing with the hatchlings."Hey Wiggins...Mummy would like your help with feeding the hatchlings..." Sherlock said softly.“Oh okay.” Wiggins nods and gets up."I'll stay with them." Sherlock smiled.Wiggins nods and pets the hatchlings before going to Mummy.Sherlock stays behind.“Alright?” John asks Sherlock.Sherlock nodded. "Yep."“Okay.” John takes Sherlock’s hand and squeezes it gently.Sherlock kisses John's cheek.John hums happily."How's it going?" Sherlock asked softly.“Good. She’s keeping a close eye on them.” John nods to the hatchlings.Sherlock nodded. "She's extra protective."John hums. “She doesn’t let them get far.”Sherlock nodded.The younger hatchlings roll around wrestling. When they notice Sherlock has returned they crawl up his trousers."Hey you two...how are you?" Sherlock asked with a smile.They chitter, perching on his shoulders.Sherlock nuzzles each of them.They cuddle close, liking how he smells like Mycroft.Sherlock scratches them. "You have two new siblings..."They purr at the scratches.Sherlock smiles and sits down. "They're extra cuddly today."John smiles softly. “They like the attention.”"I can see that." Sherlock chuckled. He sat them down and shifted.They cuddle him.The little girl hatchling watches at a distance.Sherlock looks up at her. "Its okay...you can cuddle with us."She slowly comes closer.Sherlock offered a wing for her to cuddle under.She settles under his wing but stays curled into herself.Sherlock gently and slowly puts his wing down. "You're safe with us."She slowly cuddles closer, enjoying his body heat."John and I will protect you too." Sherlock said softly.She chitters softly. “Warm..” Her tiny voice says.Sherlock looked surprised and smiled. "Yeah. It's nice to cuddle for warmth."“Before. Cold. Always.” She says, Wiggins had been working hard teaching her words for things."John, blanket please." Sherlock said softly.John gets them a big fuzzy blanket.Sherlock pulls the blanket around them.She relaxes, feeling warmer and safer."Safe." Sherlock said to her softly.She purrs softly.Sherlock purrs back.She snuggles into him.Sherlock grinned, looking up at John.John smiles and takes a picture of them, sending it to Mycroft.Mycroft grabbed his phone off the night stand and looked at the text. He smiled. "Wonderful progress."Greg mumbles softly. “Mm?”Mycroft showed Greg the picture. "John says she's talking too."“Really?” Greg smiles."Just single words right now." Mycroft said softly.“That’s great!” Greg grins.Mycroft nodded.Greg smiles and kisses him.Mycroft kisses him back.Greg settles against Mycroft. “You don’t have to stay with me if you don’t want to. I’m sure you probably have things to check on.”"Nothing more important than you and our hatchlings." Mycroft replied softly.Greg blushes a bit and snuggles closer. “I love you.”"I love you." Mycroft kissed his forehead.Greg hums happily, relaxing."Need anything?" Mycroft asked.Greg shakes his head. “Just enjoying being with you.”Mycroft nodded. "I'm here."“I know.” Greg relaxes with his head on Mycroft’s chest.Mycroft ran a hand through Greg's hair.Greg’s eyes slip closed."Rest, I've got you." Mycroft said quietly.“I know..” Greg mumbles softly, falling back asleep.Mycroft holds his mate close.Wiggins walks with Mrs. Holmes as they go to feed the hatchlings. He helps her push the cart full of dishes.The hatchlings chitter at Wiggins for reassurance, scared that they've traded one cage for another.“It’s okay. You’re safe here. You’re going to get better and stronger.” Wiggins pets them. “Let’s have some food.” He sets out dishes in front of them and stays close, hand feeding the little ones.The hatchlings were beginning to trust Wiggins but were leary around the adults.Wiggins shifts into dragon form, they seem to relax more like that.The smaller hatchlings nuzzle him.He nuzzles them back, feeding them.The hatchlings eat eagerly.Wiggins praises them, feeding them.They cuddle up to him.Wiggins cuddles them.They make little noises, comfortable with Wiggins.Wiggins looks up and smiles as Sherlock comes in. “They’re eating good.”"Good. You've made great progress all the way around." Sherlock smiled.Wiggins preens with the praise."We're all proud of you." Sherlock smiled.“Thank you.” Wiggins grins, his little sharp teeth on display.Sherlock pets his head gently.Wiggins nuzzles into his hand. “Is Uncle Greg okay?”"He's good...resting now. The eggs are doing good as well." Sherlock smiled.“Good. That’s good. I can tell their hatchlings that when we go back.” He nods as he feeds the rescues.Sherlock nodded.The rescues watch Sherlock with caution as they eat.Wiggins chitters at them, telling them Sherlock is safe and that he’s his dad.One of the rescues is bold enough to get closer to Sherlock.Sherlock stays still, not wanting to scare it.The rescue comes close enough to sniff Sherlock's hand.Sherlock opens his hand slowly, palm out to the rescue.The rescue slowly and cautiously climbs onto his hand.Sherlock gently rubs his thumb over its scales.The rescue leans into the touch. The others watch, waiting to see what happens next.Sherlock continues to pet it softly.The rescue gave a little noise and nuzzled Sherlock's palm.Sherlock smiles softly. “Good, hatchling.”The rescue chittered at him.“Do you know what it’s saying?” Sherlock asks Wiggins."Safe...that's all I understand." Wiggins replied.“Safe.” Sherlock nods.Another rescue inches forward to sniff Sherlock.Sherlock sits down slowly, letting them come to him at their pace.The smaller rescues slowly start to come to him, curling up against him."I think we just got adopted." Wiggins chuckled.“I think so.” Sherlock smiles, petting them gently.They made happy little chirping noises.Sherlock chuckles and decides to shift to dragon form.The rescues hesitate before snuggling back into Sherlock.He slowly extends his wings, letting them cuddle under them.The rescues cuddle under them all together.Sherlock wraps his wings around them.They all settled in for a nap.Sherlock holds them, keeping them safe.Wiggins takes a picture with his phone. "Your mum's going to love this."Sherlock chuckles quietly.Wiggins smiled. "The little ones are bouncing back quickly."Sherlock nods. “Maybe they’ll be able to be adopted one day.”"I hope so. I know your mum will find good homes for them." Wiggins smiled.“I hope so..” Sherlock frowns, he wouldn’t let them go into the system just to be abused like Wiggins was."Dad...they're going to be fine. The others...your mum will likely keep." Wiggins said softly.Sherlock nods. “She has been bored for some time.”Wiggins nodded. "It'll be good for her."Sherlock hums in agreement.Wiggins took another picture and sent it to John.John smiles softly as he looks at the picture.Wiggins then texted the pictures to Mycroft and Greg.Greg smiles as Mycroft shows him. “He loves hatchlings.”Mycroft smiled. "Indeed he does...do you think they'll imprint on him?"“Maybe. Would that be bad?” Greg asks."He'll have a lot of children on his hands...no time for cases." Mycroft replied softly.“Ah.” Greg nods. “I don’t know if that would work out for him.”"I know..." Mycroft sighed.“But if you tell him to stay away he’ll want to be there more.”"Yes..." Mycroft agreed.Greg sighs. “And they can’t take care of that many hatchlings.”"I know...we're going to have to help Mummy find good homes for them." Mycroft replied.“Sherlock’s probably worried they’ll be treated like Wiggins.”"I know he is. I am too." Mycroft nodded.“A screening process then.”Mycroft nodded. "Mummy will be very important for this process."Greg nods. “Hopefully she knows some good families.”"Mummy is a good judge of character. She'll do thorough research on any family looking to adopt." Mycroft replied softly. "Or She'll just keep them."Greg nods. “I have to use the loo.”"Need help?" Mycroft asked softly.“Just help me up. My arse is sore and my legs are stiff.” Greg sighs.Mycroft nodded, getting up and helping Greg to the bathroom.Greg let’s Mycroft help him before getting back into bed."Better?" Mycroft asked, tucking him in.“Much. Thank you, love.” Greg smiles softly."You're welcome." Mycroft smiled.Greg gets comfortable again.Mycroft places the food tray aside and snuggles close to Greg.Greg cuddles into Mycroft.“I love you.”“I love you, too.”Mycroft kissed Greg's cheek.Greg hums softly. “You’re so good to me.”"You're welcome." Mycroft said softly.Greg pull him in gently and kisses him.Mycroft kisses him back.Greg cuddles close, breathing Mycroft in.Mycroft rubs his back.
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A few months later Greg was back at work. They had decided that the eggs should stay with Mycroft at his office since it was safer for them and they’d be watched over. Any day now they’d be ready to hatch.Mycroft was reading over reports when the first egg decided to hatch. "Anthea!" He called out. "It's happening!"Anthea comes skidding in, already calling Greg on video call.The first egg rocks in the incubator before falling on its side. A baby crawled out.“Anthea, w-“ Greg starts as the call connects. “Oh my god!” He leaps from behind his desk and runs out to get a cab to go to Mycroft’s office."Be careful!" Mycroft snaps at Greg. He picks up the baby. "Hello."Greg flags down a cab and gets in, giving Mycroft’s office address. He bounced excitedly as he watched the video call.
The baby looks up at Mycroft, blinking slowly, and coos.Mycroft kisses the baby's forehead. "Look at you...already crawling on your own."The baby smiles up at him, still a little slick from being in the egg.Mycroft just realized he'd probably ruined his suit. He sighed and shook his head with a smile. "You've already got your teeth too."The baby cuddles into him.
Anthea sets the phone down so Greg can watch and goes to get a blanket for the baby.The other egg twitches slightly. Mycroft starts to worry.“Let me hold this one and you go help that one.” Anthea wraps the blanket around the baby and takes it so Mycroft can focus on the other egg.Mycroft knocked on the egg, poked a finger into the crack, and tried to open the egg.Greg skitters into the office. “I’m here. I’m here.” He pants.The second egg pokes a hand out of the hole. Mycroft pushes it back in and attempts to break the egg open.Greg goes to Mycroft. “You pull on that side and I’ll get this.” He grabs one side of the crack.Mycroft nodded and they began to pull. The egg cracked open and their second baby popped out.“Oh hi!” Greg grins, bursting into tears as he scoops up the baby.The baby smiles a toothy smile.Greg grins, kissing the babies face.The baby giggles.Greg smiles at Mycroft.Mycroft smiled back. "Aren't they amazing...two little boys to go with our girls."Greg sniffles and nods. “They perfect.”Mycroft nodded with a soft smile.Greg wraps the baby in a blanket.Mycroft smiled. "They're already like toddlers..."Greg laughs and nods. “So big already.”"Indeed." Mycroft replied.Anthea hands the other baby over to Mycroft. “I’ll get some things to clean them up so we can dress them.”Mycroft nodded. "Thank you, Thea."“Of course.” Anthea smiles softly and goes.Mycroft holds the baby boy close.The baby cuddles into him."We're going to have our hands full." Mycroft smiled. "Names?"“No idea.” Greg chuckles, still in awe.Mycroft nodded. "I wonder how the hatchlings are going to react to them?"“Good I hope.” Greg bites his lip.
Anthea soon comes back with things.Mycroft put a towel down on his desk before setting the first baby on it. He then cleaned him off then dressed him. Mycroft traded babies with Greg to do the same for their second boy.Greg smiles, kissing the new boy in his arms.
Anthea brings them new shirts as well so they can be clean too."Thank you, Thea." Mycroft changes into the clean shirt.“Course.” Anthea smiles happily.Mycroft picks the baby back up. "Will you send a picture to Sherlock and Mummy?"Anthea nods. “Get together, both of you.”
Greg smiles, holding the baby close and stands next to Mycroft.Mycroft leans his head against Greg's with a smile.Anthea takes their picture. “Wonderful!”
Greg turns and kisses Mycroft, being careful of the babies between them.Mycroft smiled into the kiss. The babies made little happy noises.Greg chuckles happily. “Home?” He asks Mycroft.Mycroft nodded with a smile. They walked out to their waiting car.Greg makes sure the babies are buckled in safely before leaning against Mycroft, watching them."Adorable, aren't they?" Mycroft smiled.Greg nods. “We made them.” Greg smiles."We did...our beautiful babies." Mycroft replied.Greg kisses Mycroft.Mycroft caresses his cheek.“I love you.” Greg smiles softly."And I you." Mycroft replied.Greg relaxes against him as they’re driven home.They arrive home and are greeted by Sherlock and John.Greg chuckles as he sees them. “You owe me twenty quid.” He says to Mycroft.Mycroft nodded with a smile. He grabbed their babies out of the car.
"They're human." Sherlock said surprised.
"I did say they would be." Mycroft replied.Greg chuckles softly. “Inside.” He leads them into the house.The hatchlings were in the living room with Tabitha.Greg goes and scoops them up in his arms. “We have your siblings.” He kisses their heads.The black hatchling sat on the back of the sofa watching. The other two chitter excitedly.
Mycroft is surprised when the babies in his arms chitter back.Greg brings the hatchlings to the babies.The babies reach out to the hatchlings.Greg carefully holds them closer out to the babies.The hatchlings lick the baby's cheeks. The baby's giggle happily.Greg smiles. “Let’s sit them all on the blanket on the floor.”Mycroft nodded. Sherlock pulled the blanket off the back of one of the chairs. He spread it out on the floor. Mycroft sat down with the babies.Greg sits down and sets the hatchlings in front of him.The baby's reach for the hatchlings. Their rescue cautiously made her way over to them as well.Greg gently holds his hand out to their rescue.She goes to him, snuggling up to him.He cuddles her close, gently petting her scales.She watches the hatchlings and the babies. "Mine?" She asked.Greg nods. “Yours. Your siblings.”She nodded. The hatchlings cuddled up to the babies. Mycroft smiled at Greg.Greg smiles back, his family together.Sherlock is observing the babies. "They have teeth...and they're bigger than I thought they'd be."“Is that good or?” John asks softly."I don't know...human babies coming out of eggs is unheard of...ever." Sherlock replied.“They seem healthy enough.” John nods."I agree." Sherlock nodded.“Wiggins is going to be so mad we didn’t pull him out of school for this.” John chuckles softly."Most definitely." Sherlock snapped a photo and sent it off to their son.Within moments Wiggins calls him. “THEY HATCHED?????”"Yep. Two healthy baby boys." Sherlock smiled.“Pick me up! Pick me up right now!!!”"Alright...I'll come get you." Sherlock chuckled.“Good!” Wiggins starts packing his things into his backpack.Sherlock hung up and looked at John. "I'm going to get Wiggins."John laughs softly. “Want me to come with?”"If you like." Sherlock nodded.John smiles and follows Sherlock out after they tell Mycroft and Greg they’d be back.They pick Wiggins up from school and bring him back to Mycroft's.Wiggins bounces out of the cab, running to the door.Sherlock follows close behind.Wiggins goes inside with Sherlock, John trailing behind. He grins when he sees the hatchlings and the babies on the blanket with Mycroft and Greg.The hatchlings spot Wiggins and start chatting excitedly, pointing towards the babies.“I know!” Wiggins grins, shifting and crawling over to the blanket.The babies giggle happily.
"What are they saying?" Mycroft asked.“They’re happy.” Wiggins smiles."Good." Mycroft smiled.Wiggins goes and sniffs the babies.The babies reach out and grab at him.Wiggins cuddles close, nuzzling them.The babies hugged him.“They’re big.” Wiggins giggles."They are. Like toddlers." Mycroft replied.Wiggins nods. He goes over to the rescues and gently bumps his head against hers in greeting.She bumps him back. "Wig." She says happily.“Doin okay?” Wiggins asks."Yes." She nodded. "Babies." She pointed.Wiggins nods. “Babies. Your siblings.”"My babies." She smiled.Wiggins giggles and nods. “Your baby brothers.”"Brothers." She smiled.He smiles and nods.She cautiously moved towards the babies.He goes with her. He nuzzles the babies, showing her gentle touches.She does what Wiggins does. She purrs as the babies pet her.He smiles and rests his head in one of the baby’s laps.She does the same.Greg smiles and leans against Mycroft.Mycroft holds him close.“Our babies.” He says softly."Our family." Mycroft replied.Greg nods, resting his head against Mycroft’s shoulder."I keep waiting for the shoe to drop." Mycroft whispered.“I know.” Greg nods. “But we’re all here. All healthy. The rescues are getting matched for adoption. Anthea says the team is making good progress on the trafficking ring.”Mycroft nodded. "I...I'm afraid to be so happy."“They have the British government, a cop, a ex army captain and a doctor, a detective, and a kid with some of the weirdest skills I’ve ever seen all looking out for them. Plus you know Anthea gets when she thinks somethings up. She’ll have the whole of MI6 deployed in a matter of minutes. We’re all in this together.” Greg wraps his arm around Mycroft.Mycroft nodded. "I know...love you."“It’s okay to be worried. Just don’t let it distract you from the now.” Greg kisses his head.Mycroft nodded. "Alright."“I’m here to worry with you. We’re in this together. Always.”"I know." Mycroft smiled softly.Greg kisses his head.The babies start to fuss.Greg goes and scoops them up. “Hungry?”The babies nod. The hatchlings chitter too.Greg smiles and takes them to the kitchen to feed them.Mycroft and their rescue follow.Greg heats up some left over roast for the hatchlings. “I.. The babies will take a bottle right?” He asks, not sure what to give them."I'm not sure...they have teeth...but lets try the bottles first." Mycroft replied softly.Greg nods and heats them up bottles.Mycroft puts the babies in their high chairs. The hatchlings are excited to be fed.Greg hands the bottles to Mycroft and starts to feed the hatchlings.Mycroft gives each baby a bottle and waits to see what happens.They suckle happily.Mycroft smiled at Greg.Greg smiles back, happy they’re eating.The hatchlings nip at Greg's fingers.“Right right haven’t forgotten about you two.” Greg chuckles and feeds them.They eat enthusiastically.Greg smiles, petting them and feeding them.
“They’re ginger.” Sherlock hums to Mycroft as he looks at the babies.Mycroft smiled. "Good observation."Sherlock chuckles softly. “Curly gingers.”"Just like mine, right?" Mycroft smiled.Sherlock nods. “Your hatchlings.”"Yes...are you going somewhere with this?" Mycroft asked.“Nowhere in particular.” Sherlock shrugs.Mycroft nodded. "I'm still concerned that our first set hasn't started to shift yet."“Maybe they need some encouragement?” Sherlock suggests. “Has the rescue shifted yet?” He asks. “Does she have a name yet?”"No...and no." Mycroft sighed.“Help her pick a name or maybe she already has one. It’ll help things feel more permanent.” Sherlock says. He had been talking to Wiggins about how to help.Mycroft nodded. "Watch them for me." He said going back to the others. He picked up their rescue and sat down with her. "How are you feeling?" He asked softly.“Okay.” She nods, leaning against him a bit."Good...I want to ask you something..." Mycroft paused. "Do you have a name?"She shrugs. “217.”"How about...Sophie?" Mycroft offered. "Or Anna?"“I.. I like Sophie.” She says softly.Mycroft smiled. "Then you are our Sophie."She smiles and presses against him.Mycroft kisses her forehead.She cuddles into him.Mycroft pets her gently.Sophie is quiet for a bit. “When do I have to go?” She asks quietly. All the other hatchlings she was rescued with were being adopted and going to new homes which she assumed would happen to her too eventually."Going? You're part of our family...unless you don't want us..." Mycroft replied softly.“I can stay?” She crawls into his lap, her little paws on his chest as she looks up at him. “For always?”"For always." Mycroft smiled. "I'll have the papers drawn up tomorrow morning."Sophie presses close and sniffles. “Wanna stay. Always.”"I'm glad." Mycroft smiled, kissing her head.Sophie cuddles into him.Mycroft holds her close.Sophie relaxes against him."How does it feel to have four siblings?" Mycroft asked softly.“My babies.” She giggles.Mycroft chuckled and smiled.Sophie relaxes against him. “Thank you.” She says quietly."You're very welcome, love." Mycroft replied softly.Sophie shrinks into her smaller form and crawls into his shirt pocket.Mycroft smiles. He gets up and goes back to the babies.She peeks her head out of the pocket.Mycroft grabbed a piece of meat and held it up for Sophie.Sophie holds the meat in her little paws and rips off chunks happily as she eats.Mycroft smiled and looked at Greg.Greg smiles, squeezing Mycroft’s thigh.The babies finished their bottles. Mycroft took the empty bottles to the sink for cleaning.“Uncle Mycroft?” Wiggins climbs up onto the counter."Yes, Wiggins." Mycroft replied softly.“Can she-“ Wiggins says.
“Sophie. My name is Sophie.” Sophie grins at Wiggins from Mycroft’s pocket.
Wiggins smiles. “Can Sophie come to school with me?”"Small steps, Wiggins...when she is comfortable enough to shift we'll start thinking about school." Mycroft smiled softly, running a hand over the boy's head.“Okay.” Wiggins nods and smiles.Mycroft handed him a chunk of meat, before he gave another to Sophie.Wiggins hums happily as he eats.The babies start to get tired. "We should put them down for a nap." Mycroft said to Greg.Greg nods and cleans them up, scooping them up.Mycroft follows Greg to the nursery, hatchlings in his arms.Greg changed the babies and set them in their cot.Mycroft put the hatchlings in their nest.Greg leans against Mycroft, being careful of Sophie in his pocket.Mycroft smiled. "Happy, love?"“Exceptionally.” Greg grins up at him."Good...I'm drawing up official papers for us to adopt Sophie." Mycroft said softly.“Brilliant.” Greg smiles, looking at Sophie curled up asleep in Mycroft’s pocket.Mycroft looked at her. "She's special..."“She is.” Greg nods."I'm glad we can make her happy." Mycroft said softly.Greg smiles softly. “Me too.”"We're going to need a minivan." Mycroft said quietly.Greg chuckles and nods.Mycroft lifted Sophie out of his pocket and put her in her nest, tucking her in.She curls up, hiding in the nest in her sleep.Mycroft smiled. "I hope she feels comfortable enough to shift soon. I'd like to be able to see our little girl."Greg nods and rubs Mycroft’s back. “Maybe if you and Sherlock and Wiggins shift around her it’ll help her feel better? Anthea too.”Mycroft nodded.Greg leads him back out to Sherlock and John and Wiggins."They're all sleeping." Mycroft said softly.“All tired out from getting new siblings.” John chuckles softly.Mycroft nodded. "They nap a lot anyway."“I have five cousins.” Wiggins smiles."You do." Mycroft smiled.Wiggins smiles. “We’re going to see Bertie tomorrow at his rehab place.”"Oh...is he doing well?" Mycroft asked softly.“He’s doing better now that his leg isn’t making him sick anymore.” Wiggins nods."That's good. And how is Miss. Hooper?" Mycroft asked softly.“Adjusting.” Sherlock nods.Mycroft nodded. "I hope things work out for them."Sherlock hums and nods. “Bertie is complying so far.”"That's good news." Mycroft smiled.Sherlock smiles and nods. “He and Wiggins have taken up competitive sudoku.” He chuckles."Fun." Mycroft chuckled. "And kind of cute."“Bertie says he’ll teach me how to play chess next.” Wiggins smiles.Mycroft unboxes their dessert."Wonderful." Mycroft smiled.“Dad said once I learn the basics I can play with you and him.” Wiggins smiles."I'd enjoy that." Mycroft nodded.Wiggins smiles and nods, yawning a bit.
“We better get heading home. You have school in the morning.” John pets Wiggins' head."You can see the hatchlings this weekend." Mycroft said softly.“Mm alright. Goodnight.” Wiggins hugs Mycroft and then Greg."Good night, love." Mycroft replied softly.John and Wiggins head out.
“Call if you need anything.” Sherlock smiles at Mycroft and Greg."We will. Night." Mycroft smiled.Sherlock smiles and follows John and Wiggins.
Greg smiles softly, leaning against Mycroft.Mycroft holds Greg close.“Let’s get ready for bed. I’m sure we’ll be up in the night.” Greg kisses Mycroft.Mycroft nodded and headed upstairs to their bedroom.Greg follows him, putting in his pajamas and brushing his teeth.Mycroft did his own nightly ritual before bed.Greg crawls into bed and lifts the covers for Mycroft.Mycroft gets in with him.Greg holds him close and kisses his head."Love you." Mycroft said quietly.“I love you, too. So much.” Greg relaxes.Mycroft smiled and held him close.Greg falls asleep in Mycroft’s arms.Mycroft drifts off not long after.“They have so many babies now.” Wiggins hums on the way home."They do." John nodded.“Do you want more babies?” Wiggins asks them.John looked at Sherlock. "I don't think we've talked about it...do you want a sibling?"Wiggins shrugs. “I dunno. Never had one.”"We can talk about it later." John smiled softly.Wiggins hums and nods.
Sherlock takes John’s hand.John squeezed Sherlock's hand.Sherlock squeezes back. He pays the cabbie and follows his family up to their flat."Dinner and then bedtime." John told Wiggins.Wiggins nods and goes to wash his hands for dinner."Do you think he wants a sibling?" John asked softly.“Maybe. He seems curious about it. Maybe we should let him stay the weekend at Mycroft’s to help out and see if he can handle not being an only child.” Sherlock hums.John nodded. "Good idea."Sherlock kisses John. “I’ll get dinner heated up.”John nodded. "Need help?"“Sure.” Sherlock smiles.John smiled and moved to help Sherlock make dinner.Wiggins comes out of the bathroom and watches them."I can feel you staring..."John said softly.“Having dads is weird.” Wiggins says.
Sherlock frowns deeply, thrown."What do you mean?" John asked softly.“I never thought I’d have one person that loved me but now I have both of you. And Uncle Mycroft and Uncle Greg and Nana Hudson and Aunt Molly and Bertie and the hatchlings. That’s a lot of people who love me.” Wiggins says thoughtfully.
Sherlock swallows, his throat suddenly tight with emotion."A little overwhelming?" John asked gently.Wiggins frowns a bit and nods. “But it’s a good feeling. Scary but good.”
“Why scary?” Sherlock asks softly.
“Because I don’t know what would happen if I lost this..” Wiggins frowns.
“Oh Wig.” Sherlock kneels down and pulls Wiggins into his arms, holding him close.John moves to hug them both. "You're not going to lose this. Even if something horrible happened, Mycroft would take you in, because he and Greg love you."“It’s hard.” Wiggins sniffles."I know love. It'll be alright." John kisses the top of Wiggins's head.Wiggins relaxes slowly. “Thank you for picking me..”"Thank you for picking us too." John replied.Wiggins smiles and nods, finally letting them go.John smiled and went back to cooking.Wiggins helps Sherlock set the table.John finishes cooking and plates up their dinner.Wiggins hums happily as he eats with his dads.John smiled at Sherlock while they ate.Sherlock smiles back.John finishes his dinner.Wiggins finishes his dinner and goes to get his homework together.John did the dishes.Sherlock dries."Are you okay with everything?" John asks Sherlock.“What do you mean?” Sherlock asks softly."...all of it." John said quietly.“I don’t know. We’ll see.” Sherlock says softly. “What about you?”"I'm alright...a little worried for Greg and Mycroft's sanity." John smiled.Sherlock laughs softly. “They’re gonna need plenty of help.”John nodded. "Think Tabitha and Anthea can keep up with them?"“I think so. Mummy I’m sure will be around as well.”"Yeah...I think they've found homes for most of the rescues." John replied.Sherlock nods. “Anthea has been keeping tabs on a few more possible rings.”John nodded. "Yeah...she's been super into finding these people and hurting them."“She’s made it her own pet project on top of all the other work.” Sherlock hums."She didn't like what they found in the backend of the warehouse." John said quietly.“What did they find? My memories are still fuzzy while being drugged.”"...purses, shoes, jars of stuff...dragon carcasses..." John made a face at the thought of it.Sherlock swallows down bile. “Christ.”John nodded. "Fucked up...I think it really got to her."“Wiggins knew the boss. He’d been picked up before but escaped..”John sighed. "He's lucky..."Sherlock frowns and nods. “Sometimes I want to know what he’s been through but others I don’t think I’d be able to bear knowing..”"Best let it be...if he wants to talk about it, we'll listen." John put a hand on Sherlock's arm.Sherlock nods. “I’ll put away leftovers if you want to see if he’s ready for his bedtime story.”John nodded and headed to Wiggins's bedroom. "Ready for bed yet?"“Yup.” Wiggins nods, already in his pajamas as he puts his homework folder in his bag.John nodded. "Sherlock will be in soon." He picked up the book they'd been reading.Wiggins nods and crawls into bed. “Did I make Dad sad?”"No, love." John kissed his forehead.Wiggins nods and settles against his pillows.
Sherlock soon comes up.John handed the book to Sherlock.Sherlock takes the book and sits on the edge of the bed, picking up reading aloud from where they left off.John listened with a smile.Sherlock’s reading slowly trails off as Wiggins eyes close.John stood and tucked Wiggins in before moving to the door.Sherlock kisses Wiggins' forehead and follows John out.John flips off the light and closes the door.Sherlock leads them downstairs. “Bath?” He asks softly.John nodded.Sherlock goes to the bathroom and starts the bath, stripping out of his clothes."You okay?" John asked softly.“Yeah. Just need to be close to you.”John stripped and got into the tub with him. "Did I upset you?"“No, John. Why would you think that?” Sherlock frowns a bit."Wiggins thought you might be upset...with him." John said quietly.“Oh no. Not at all.” Sherlock frowns."I said as much." John assured him.“I just.. Wiggins and I are very similar sometimes and it shocks me.”John nodded. "It's okay."Sherlock frowns. “I don’t want to make him feel bad.”"I don't think he does...if you're really concerned, talk to him in the morning." John replied.Sherlock nods. “Alright.” He sighs. “Bath.” He gets into the tub, leaving room for John behind him.John gets in with him.Sherlock relaxes back against him."Better?" John asked, kissing Sherlock's cheek.“Much..” Sherlock hums happily."Good." John smiled.Sherlock closes his eyes and relaxes against John.John places an arm around Sherlock.Sherlock hums softly. “Mind if I shift?” He asks softly."No, go ahead." John said softly.Sherlock shifts into dragon form and lays on John’s chest, relaxing.John pet Sherlock gently, scooping water over him.Sherlock purrs and relaxes, stretching out on John’s chest."Relax, I've got you." John kisses Sherlock's head.Sherlock purrs softly, eyes closed.John smiled and rubbed a hand over his back.Sherlock mewls against John."Ready for bed?" John asked.Sherlock nods.John carefully gets them out of the tub and dries Sherlock off first. When he's dry, John carries Sherlock to bed.Sherlock curls up in their bed, making a nest.John smiled and got into bed with Sherlock.Sherlock curls into him. “Love you.”"I love you too." John replied softly.Sherlock relaxes. “How do you feel about being woken up to a blowjob?”John chuckled. "Why not."Sherlock smiles and nuzzles him."Goodnight, love." John said softly.Sherlock falls asleep against him.John holds him close before falling asleep.
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Greg mumbles softly, as he wakes, Sophie sitting on his chest. “You okay, sweetie?” He mumbles sleepily."Nightmare." She said quietly.“I’m sorry, love. Come have a cuddle.” Greg opens his arms.Sophie cuddled close, burrowing into the blankets between Greg and Mycroft.Greg kisses her head. “Wanna talk about it?”"I was back there....caged." Sophie whispered.Greg listens and pets her head."I don't wanna go back." She whimpered.“You won’t go back. Never. We’ll protect you. Always.” Greg holds her.Sophie nodded. "Promise?"“I promise.” He holds his pinky out to her.She grabbed it with her claw gently.“There.” Greg smiles softly. “Your ours. Always.”Sophie nodded nuzzling into Greg and closing her eyes. "Daddy." She whispered.Greg tries not to cry. “I’m right here.” He says softly.Mycroft rolled over and put a gentle hand on Sophie's back. "You're safe with us, love."Greg gently pets her scaly head.Sophie drifts off to sleep, feeling safe in the arms of her new parents.Greg looks at Mycroft.Mycroft gives him an empathetic look.“She’s ours. No one is ever taking her from us.” Greg says protectively.Mycroft nodded. "I promise she'll be safe."Greg nods, thumb running over her scales gently.Mycroft moved a bit closer. "You know I will do my best to make sure that everyone involved in this horrible trade is punished."“I know you will, love. Probably now more than ever before.” Greg nods.Mycroft nodded.“If anyone touched our hatchlings you’d probably burn their entire bloodline down.” Greg says softly, smirking a bit."Or worse." Mycroft replied.Greg hums and nods. “I like how strong you are.” He says softly, almost a whisper.Mycroft smiled. "I know."Greg smiles back happily."Go back to sleep, love." Mycroft said quietly.Greg hums softly and settles, falling back asleep, holding Sophie protectively.Mycroft watches them for a while before falling asleep.A few weeks later when Mycroft is back at work Anthea lays out a plan. She had been meticulously researching, surveying, and connecting pieces of information from all over the globe. Finally she had a plan all figured out to take down the trafficking ring. “A lot of important people are going to be taken down, Myc. Whole organization and power structures. It has to go flawlessly.”Mycroft nodded. "I understand...it's best to do it simultaneously."“That’s what I thought as well. All the teams will need a few weeks to get in place and prepare.” Anthea nods."Acceptable." Mycroft replied. "I want these people punished."“They will be. I guarantee it.” Anthea nods."Is it bad I want them tortured?" Mycroft asked quietly.“I don’t think I can answer that unbiasedly since I want the same.”Mycroft nodded.“So a few weeks then.” Anthea closes a folder."Agreed. I don't want anything going wrong...and if our men have to defend themselves...I don't care if the bastards come back in body bags." Mycroft replied.“That will be made clear.” Anthea nods."Good. Anything else on the agenda?" Mycroft asked softly.“Yes. You have a dinner reservation with Gregory tonight.” Anthea smiles. “Sherlock, John, and Wiggins are on the way to your house as we speak to watch the hatchlings, I’ll be joining them shortly. You and Greg are going out to have dinner and a play.” She sets the tickets on Mycroft’s desk.Mycroft nodded, taking the tickets. "Thank you for the night out."“Of course. Your evening suit is on the back of the door. I’ll be in the car when you’re ready.” Anthea smiles and stands, leaving him to get changed."Alright." Mycroft stood and closed the door. He opened the garment bag and began to change. A little while later he joined Anthea in the car.Anthea has the driver take them to Mycroft and Greg’s. “There is also a reservation at the hotel across the street from the theater should you need it.” She says coyly as the car pulls up."Thank you, My Dear." Mycroft smiled and kissed her cheek. "What would I do without you."“Good thing you’ll never find out. I’ll send Greg out. Have a good night.” Anthea smiles and gets out of the car. A few minutes later Greg slides into the seat next to Mycroft. “What’s all this then? Sherlock and John show up telling me to put on a suit.” He chuckles."We've been set up for a date night." Mycroft smiled. "Dinner, theater, and...a hotel room."Greg laughs and smiles. “Really?”Mycroft nodded. "I'm assuming they think we're stressed out." He said as they drove to the restaurant.“Five kids is a little much.” Greg chuckles."Indeed." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles and leans against Mycroft. “How was your day?”"Good. We're putting a plan together to take this syndicate down." Mycroft replied.“That’s great.” Greg smiles.Mycroft nodded. They arrived at the restaurant. "Ah...here we are."Greg smiles and gets out with Mycroft.Mycroft leads Greg inside.Greg follows him as they’re led to the table.Mycroft sits with a menu. "This is nice."Greg nods. “Very posh.” He chuckles.Mycroft nodded. "They have good food...and not tiny either."“My favorite kind of food, the not tiny kind.” Greg smiles.Mycroft chuckled. "I don't like it either."Greg smiles and takes Mycroft’s hand over the table.Mycroft squeezed his hand. He ordered some wine.Greg hums happily, rubbing his thumb over Mycroft’s knuckles."I think I'll get the pasta." Mycroft said softly.“I was thinking of getting the Wellington. Want to share?” Greg asks."If you like." Mycroft nodded with a smile.“Okay.” Greg smiles."Cheesecake for dessert?" Mycroft suggested.“Perfect.” Greg smiles and nods.Mycroft nodded. The waiter came back with the wine and took their orders.Greg sips his wine, letting Mycroft order for him.Mycroft orders an appetizer that he knows Greg will like.“You’re so good to me, My.” Greg smiles softly, after the waiter walks away.Mycroft smiled. "It's a special night."Greg smiles adoringly and nods. “Very special.”"I have something I'd like to ask you...And I know it seems a little ridiculous to ask at this point but...When this is all over...how would you feel about a June wedding?" Mycroft asked softly.Greg blushes and nods enthusiastically. “June is perfect for a wedding. Our wedding.”Mycroft nodded. "Mummy said she will have adopted out the hatchlings by then...we can get married at the estate."“You’ve already started planning it, haven’t you?” Greg smiles softly."It'll be a simple affair...just us, the hatchlings, John and Sherlock and Wiggins, Mrs. Hudson, Anthea and Tabitha, and Mummy." Mycroft replied. "And anyone else you'd like to invite."Greg nods. “I’ll think about it. Donovan would never let me hear the end of it if I didn’t invite her.” He chuckles.Mycroft nodded. "Alright..."“I know.” Greg squeezes his hand.Mycroft squeezes back.Greg rubs his thumb over Mycroft’s knuckles.Their appetizer comes.Greg only let’s go of Mycroft’s hand so they can eat.Mycroft smiled, sharing their appetizer and sipping his wine.“Molly goes back to work on Monday.” Greg hums.Mycroft nodded. "How is she?"“Still processing but I think she’s doing better. Getting her father back was a shock and his conditions made it a challenge. She says he’s being good, taking his medicines and doing his rehab.”Mycroft nodded. "I think Wiggins is helping too. Bertie seems excited to have Molly back in his life...I think that's why he's behaving."Greg nods. “Wiggins knows people like you and Sherlock do.”Mycroft nodded.Greg smiles softly and sips his wine.Mycroft smiled. The waiter brought their food and two plates, so they could share.Greg hums happily as they eat, the food melt in your mouth delicious.Mycroft hummed in enjoyment.Greg smiles at Mycroft. “I love you.”"I love you too." Mycroft smiled.Greg hums happily as they eat.Mycroft ate a bit of his pasta.Greg cuts his Wellington.Mycroft reaches over with his fork.Greg smiles happily, pushing his play closer so Mycroft can have some.Mycroft takes a little bit and offers some of his pasta.Greg smiles happily and eats it.Mycroft takes a bite of the wellington.Greg eats a fork full of pasta.Mycroft chuckled. "Good?"“Very.” Greg grins.Mycroft nodded. "I agree."Greg smiles happily as they eat.Mycroft finishes his dinner, leaving room for dessert.“You’re gorgeous.” Greg smiles at Mycroft lovingly.Mycroft blushes.Greg smiles softly. “So so gorgeous.”"Stop...or we'll never make it to the show." Mycroft replied.“Alright alright.” Greg chuckles.Dessert comes with two forks.Greg hums happily, enjoying dessert with Mycroft.Mycroft loved cheesecake but he didn't indulge very often, so this was a wonderful treat.Greg smiles as he watches Mycroft, loving to see him so happy.Mycroft pays the check and they head out.Greg follows Mycroft, taking his hand. “So what show do they have us seeing?”Mycroft hands Greg the tickets.“Phantom of the Opera?” Greg’s brows hit his hairline. “Aren’t these sold out before the show even goes on sale?”Mycroft nodded. "Anthea has her way."Greg chuckles. “She sure does.”They walked to the theater. "Box seats too." Mycroft smiled.“We’re so spoiled.” Greg chuckles, walking with Mycroft as the attendant leads them to their box.Mycroft smiled. They're led to their box and left alone. "I hope you enjoy this show."“I’m here with you, of course I’ll enjoy it.” Greg smiles and squeezes Mycroft’s hand as they sit.Mycroft squeezes Greg's hand in return.Greg relaxes as the play starts.Mycroft watches with interest.Greg watches Mycroft almost as much as he watches the play.When the play is over Mycroft looks at Greg with a smile.“That was amazing!” Greg grins."Very good...now, my angel of the night...do we end our night here, or go to the hotel?" Mycroft asked softly.Greg chuckles and smiles. “Let’s call home and see how they’re doing. If it sounds good we can go to the hotel.”Mycroft nodded and pulled out his phone and called home.“Hello?” Anthea answers the phone, feeding one of the babies while Sherlock feeds the other. John, Wiggins, and Sophie are feeding the hatchlings."How are things? Do we need to come home?" Mycroft asked.“Oh no we’re doing fine. Everyone’s having some dinner.” Anthea smiles."Are you sure?" Mycroft asked.“I’m sure. Sophie was a little anxious but Wiggins is teaching her different card games so now she’s completely obsessed.” Anthea smiles softly."Alright...I guess we'll see you all in the morning then." Mycroft replied softly.“The room is booked for the full night but you can always come home.” Anthea smiles softly."Alright...thank you." Mycroft replied softly.“Wanna talk to Sophie for a minute?” Anthea asks."Please." Mycroft said softly.Anthea hands the phone to Sophie.“Daddy?” Sophie asks."Hi sweetheart...are you enjoying your time with Wiggins and the others?" Mycroft asked gently.“Yup. Wiggy is showing me how to play with the cards. He says I’m good.” Sophie smiles. “Are you and Papa having a good date?”"That's wonderful. Yes, we're having a good time." Mycroft smiled.“Anty says we’re gonna have pancakes for breakfast.” Sophie smiles.Mycroft smiled. "That sounds wonderful."“Now we’re feeding the babies so they can go to bed then we’re gonna watch a movie and have popcorn.” Sophie smiles."Alright...don't stay up too late." Mycroft said softly.“Goodnight, daddy. Give Papa kisses for me.” Sophie smiles."I will, love." Mycroft replied softly. "Goodnight."Sophie hands the phone back to Anthea. “All good?” Anthea smiles."Yes, thank you. Goodnight Thea."“Goodnight, Mycroft.” Anthea hangs up.“Everything okay?” Greg asks."Perfect." Mycroft smiled. "The babies are being fed and Sophie is learning cards from Wiggins."“We’ll have a card shark on our hands.” Greg chuckles.Mycroft smiled and put his phone away. "Anthea is making the pancakes for breakfast."“Going all out.” Greg smiles. “So home or hotel?”"Hotel." Mycroft replied softly.“Okay.” Greg smiles softly and walks over with Mycroft.Mycroft gets their room key and they head to their suite.Greg follows Mycroft. “Fancy.” He says as he looks around the room."Indeed. She's been using my credit card again." Mycroft chuckled.“She knows your tastes.” Greg smirks, taking off his jacket.Mycroft nodded, undoing his bow tie and taking off his jacket.Greg goes to him and slowly unbuttons his shirt.Mycroft watches, licking his lips.“Gorgeous.” Greg mumbles, running his hands over Mycroft’s chest.Mycroft hummed with a smile.Greg kisses him again, undoing Mycroft’s cuffs.Mycroft smiled into the kiss, raising his arm a bit so to make Greg's task a little easier.Greg slips Mycroft’s shirt off him.Mycroft lets it drop to the floor without a care.Greg rests his hands on Mycroft’s hips. “Gorgeous. My gorgeous man.”Mycroft blushed. "You're very handsome yourself."Greg smiles. “Take me to bed?”Mycroft nodded and led Greg to the bed.Greg kisses Mycroft again, taking his time stripping them.When naked Mycroft lay back on the bed.Greg kisses up his body. “What do you want?”"You. Always you." Mycroft replied.“You have me.” Greg kisses his neck.Mycroft nodded. "Want you inside me."“Yeah.” Greg nods and kisses Mycroft before getting up, going to their overnight bag at the stool at the end of the bed. “Anthea really thinks of everything.” He chuckles as he opens the bag, not only were there clothes and toiletries but condoms and lube as well.Mycroft smiled, watching Greg. "She's always prepared."Greg chuckles and comes back with the lube and condoms.Mycroft spread his legs for Greg.Greg kisses his hips and rubs slick fingers over his hole.Mycroft gasps, his head falling back.Greg slowly eases his finger into him.Mycroft moans.Greg kisses his cock and gently rocks his fingers."Gregory..." Mycroft shifted to his partial dragon form.“Mm?” Greg hums, adding a second finger."Good." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles and goes back to kissing his cock as he rocks his fingers."Good...you always know how to make me feel good."“My good dragon.” Greg smirks.Mycroft looked at Greg.Greg chuckles and rocks his fingers, adding a third as he licks up Mycroft’s cock."Want your cock." Mycroft moaned.“It’s yours. All yours.” Greg eases out his fingers and rolls a condom into his cock.Mycroft watches Greg, licking his lips.“Want to be on your back? Or ride me?” Greg asks."My back." Mycroft replied.Greg nods and kisses him, holding Mycroft’s hips and slowly sliding into him."Yes...Gregory." Mycroft bit his lip and wrapped his legs around Greg.Greg holds him and rocks slowly.Mycroft makes little noises of pleasure, rocking with Greg.“You can be as loud as you want.” Greg smirks as he sets a nice steady pace.Mycroft moaned loudly.“Oh fuck.” Greg groans as he hears him, his cock throbbing."Harder!" Mycroft pulled on Greg's arse.Greg fucks Mycroft harder and faster, pounding his mate."Yes! Greg-gory!" Mycroft pants.“Mine. All mine.” Greg growls, snapping his hips.Mycroft cried out and came without warning.Greg thrusts a few more times and comes hard into Mycroft.Mycroft held Greg close.Greg pants against Mycroft’s skin."Wonderful." Mycroft hummed.“Mm yes you are.” Greg mumbles and kisses his chest as he slowly pulls out of him. He takes the condom off and tosses it in the bin."This was a delightful evening." Mycroft smiled, still a little blissed out.“Mm it was.” Greg smiles and cleans them both up before cuddling Mycroft in bed.Mycroft nuzzled Greg.Greg smiles and nuzzles him back. “Want to stay the night here?”"Might be nice...do you?" Mycroft asked softly.“Yeah. It’s kind of weird not having to tuck the kids in.” Greg snuggles mycroft.Mycroft nodded. "In a way...it's nice to have some alone time."“That’s true..” Greg hums and nods."We have all night to ourselves." Mycroft replied softly.Greg nods. “What do you want to do with it?”"I have no idea." Mycroft chuckled.Greg chuckles and kisses him. “Mm well I’m sure a fancy place like this has a hot tub. Or the bath also looks good.”Mycroft nodded. "That sounds good."“Which one?” Greg smiles."It's a jacuzzi tub." Mycroft replied.Greg nods. “Bubbles?”"Why not." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles and kisses him before getting up, going to start the bath.Mycroft follows.Greg pouts in some bubble bath.Mycroft watches him make up the bath.Greg grins and turns on the jets.Mycroft gets in. "That feels good." He smiled.“Good.” Greg smiles and relaxes with him.Mycroft hummed. "We should get one of these for the ensuite."“Oh yeah.” Greg nods."I'll make the call tomorrow." Mycroft smiled.“You’re so good to me.” Greg smiles."I'm doing it for me." Mycroft teases.Greg laughs and kisses Mycroft.Mycroft kisses him back.Greg hums happily and nuzzles him.Mycroft holds him close.Greg relaxes against him.Mycroft sighs happily.Greg closes his eyes.Mycroft relaxes, enjoying the water jets.Greg nods off a little against Mycroft."No sleeping." Mycroft chuckled.“I’m very much awake.” Greg mumbles sleepily."Right...let's go back to bed." Mycroft said softly.Greg leans in and kisses him. “I’m fine. Just relaxed.”"You're practically falling asleep. You're so relaxed." Mycroft smiled.“Your fault.” Greg teases."Come on...up with you." Mycroft replied.Greg gets up and out, toweling off.Mycroft does the same.Greg kisses Mycroft.Mycroft kisses him back.Greg deepens the kiss slowly.Mycroft holds him close.“Take me to bed..”Mycroft nodded and pulled Greg into the bedroom, towards the bed, laying him down.Greg pulls Mycroft down on top of him.Mycroft hums and runs his hands over Greg's sides.Greg smiles up at him, kissing his nose.Mycroft smiles down at Greg. "I love you."“I love you, too.” Greg grins.Mycroft kisses him again.Greg hums happily.Mycroft runs a hand through Greg's hair.Greg presses kisses to Mycroft’s face. “I think you should fuck me. Slow and deep.”Mycroft nodded. He pulled back and got the condoms and lube.Greg smiles lazily and spreads his legs.Mycroft put lube on his fingers and rubbed them over Greg's hole.Greg groans softly, pulling Mycroft in and kissing him.Mycroft kissed him softly.Greg presses gentle kisses over Mycroft’s face.Mycroft pressed a finger into Greg.Greg groans, relaxing around the finger.Mycroft kissed Greg's neck as he rocked his finger in and out of Greg.“Yessss.” Greg sighs happily."So beautiful." Mycroft murmured.Greg blushes and whimpers softly.Mycroft adds a second finger, then a third, stretching Greg.“Yes yes.” Greg groans.Mycroft soon replaced his fingers with his cock.“Yesssss!” Greg wraps his legs around Mycroft’s hips.Mycroft thrust at a leisurely pace.Greg moans softly, holding onto Mycroft as he kisses his neck. “You always feel so good.”"As do you." Mycroft panted.Greg smirks and rolls them over, riding Mycroft.Mycroft grunts and looks up at Greg with a smile.Greg smirks, riding Mycroft slow and squeezing him as he takes him deep.Mycroft's cock throbbed. "Want me to knot you?" He breathed.“Yes yes. You have a condom on yeah? Do it.” Greg groans."I do, yes." Mycroft replied before thrusting hard and knotting Greg.“Yes! My!” Greg cries out as he comes.Mycroft fills the condom.Greg whines, the deep buried little reptile part of his brain wanting to be filled with his mates cum.Mycroft kisses Greg softly.Greg kisses him back. “Mm the things you do to me.” He slurs a bit.Mycroft and kissed down Greg's neck.Greg purrs and stretches his neck long for Mycroft.Mycroft shifted and came again.Greg mewls and presses down, his body wanting his mates cum."I know, love...one day." Mycroft murmured softly.“Apparently we're just too good at making babies.” Greg mumbles.Mycroft smiled. "We'll get snipped together."Greg chuckles and kisses him. “You just hate condoms.” He nuzzles him, he hates them as well."Very much." Mycroft smiled.“If you get snipped will you still be able to knot?”"I don't know...I'd have to ask." Mycroft replied softly.“I’ll just get snipped and tubes tied or whatever. It’s harder for dragons anyway.” Greg nuzzles him."Alright...if you're sure." Mycroft replied softly.“I’m sure. I think we’re done having kids, yeah?” Greg nods."Oh, yes...five is quite enough." Mycroft smiled.“I thought so.” Greg chuckles.Mycroft kisses Greg softly as his knot goes down.Greg mewls softly.Mycroft pulls out, ties off the condom and bins it.Greg relaxes against Mycroft. “Mm your cock has no right feeling that good.”Mycroft chuckled. "I feel the same about yours."Greg hums happily, wrapping his arm around Mycroft. “This was good. A night off for you and me.”"I agree." Mycroft smiled.“We should take one. Every few months. And have a date at least once a month.” Greg smiles."Good idea." Mycroft agreed.“Good.” Greg snuggles into Mycroft. “Don’t get me wrong. I love our kids. But I also love time with you.”Mycroft nodded. "Parents need time to themselves. It's only natural."Greg nods and relaxes against Mycroft. “I love how you just understand me.” He yawns.Mycroft yawned in return and closed his eyes. "Practice, my love."“Mm love you. So much.” Greg mumbles, falling asleep against his side.Mycroft hummed and drifted off as well.John has his arm around Sherlock’s shoulder as they sit on the couch at Greg and Mycroft’s.Anthea brings in tea quietly.Wiggins and Sophie were curled up together on a pillow on the floor in dragon form, having fallen asleep watching a movie.“I think this went very well.” Anthea says softly as she sits. The babies and hatchlings sleepy breathing sounds coming over the baby monitor."I think so too. Was pretty fun." John smiled.Sherlock hums and nods. “Tired those two out.” He chuckles and nods down at Wiggins and Sophie."A good tired though." John smiled. "I'm glad Sophie found a home here with all of us."Sherlock hums and nods. “Wiggins has his first physical therapy appointment tomorrow..” He bites his lip, nervous.John nodded. "On his road to recovery."“What if it brings up memories?” Sherlock asks, looking at Wiggins.“We’re supposed to protect him from things that hurt.” Sherlock presses against John’s side."I know, love...I also know physical therapy is necessary...it was for me." John said softly.Sherlock sighs. “I just want him to be okay..”"You know they legally can't keep us out of the room while he gets treatment." John took his hand.“I wouldn’t leave even if they tried to drag me.” Sherlock nods.John nodded. "He'll be safe."“I know. Anthea has thoroughly vetted the place.” Sherlock nods.John nodded.“Some of the other hatchlings from your Mother’s will be there as well. Greg and Mycroft don’t think Sophie is ready just yet.” Anthea nods."I can understand that...Knowing Mycroft he'd make the person come here."Anthea nods.“At least Wiggins seems excited for the appointment.” Sherlock hums."I hope he feels that way afterwards." John replied.Sherlock frowns a bit and nods."I just mean it can be uncomfortable." John reassured him.Sherlock nods. “You didn’t like rehab.”"It was okay...my shoulder hurt like hell though." John sighed. "This person we're taking Wiggins to is supposed to be the best...specializes in children."Sherlock nods. “Wiggins seems excited which is a plus.”"I agree." John nodded.Sherlock nods, starting to feel better.John kissed his cheek.Sherlock relaxes against him. “Should we take them up to bed?”"Probably." John nodded.Sherlock nods and scoops them up gently.John follows him to Sophie's room.Sherlock tucks Sophie in and then takes Wiggins to a spare room."Good thing this house is huge...we'd run out of bedrooms." John smiled.Sherlock hums and nods."Let's go to bed." John suggested.Sherlock nods and follows John to bed.They go to another guest bedroom. John strips and gets into bed.Sherlock does the same and curls up against John.John holds him close. "Love you."“I love you too, John.” Sherlock presses his face to John’s neck, limbs wrapping around him like an octopus.John smiled. "Would it make you feel better if I told you Mycroft and Greg are taking Sophie to the same doctor?"“Really?” Sherlock looks at John’s face, reading him. “I know they were letting the other rescues go but Sophie... She’s special.”"She still can't open her wings...I don't think she can shift." John replied.“I don’t think she’s ever shifted in her whole little life. We’re more vulnerable in human form. No scales to protect us. No wings to fly away. No razor sharp teeth and claws to defend.” Sherlock sighs.John nodded. "I know. It'll take time."Sherlock nods, relaxing back into John. “I.. thank you.”"You're welcome, love." John replied softly.“You’re so good to me, John.”"I know." John chuckled.Sherlock kisses him.John kissed him back.Sherlock presses their foreheads together."I love you." John said softly.“I love you too.” He nuzzles John."Sleep, love." John runs a hand over Sherlock's cheek.Sherlock falls asleep, presses close to John.John smiles and sleeps as well.
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Greg hums softly, kissing down Mycroft’s sleeping body.Mycroft shifts in his sleep.Greg smirks, kissing across mycroft’s hips and nuzzles his cock.Mycroft moaned in his sleep.Greg drags his hot wet tongue from the base to the tip of Mycroft’s cock."Gregory?" Mycroft asked groggy.“Mm yes, love?” Greg hums.Mycroft looked down at Greg. "Blow Job?" He asked.“Mm yeah. Can I?” Greg licks his lips.Mycroft nodded. "Of course."Greg grins and goes back to licking and kissing Mycroft’s cock.Mycroft moaned, clutching the bedsheets.Greg hums happily, taking mycroft into his mouth.Mycroft gasped.Greg closes his eyes, bobbing his head slowly."Gregory...your mouth." Mycroft moaned.Greg moans, swallowing around him.Mycroft rocked his hips.Greg moans happily, letting him."Finger me?" Mycroft breathed.Greg groans and nods, he presses a finger against Mycroft’s hole.Mycroft spreads his legs further apart.Greg eases a finger into mycroft’s slick hole as he bobs his head."Yes...fuck..." Mycroft gasped.Greg rocks his finger slowly."So good to me." Mycroft breathedGreg slowly adds a second, rocking them as he sucks."Gregory..." Mycroft moaned, arching his back.Greg takes Mycroft down his throat.Mycroft cried out. "Close!"Greg swallows around him and rocks his fingers faster.Mycroft went stiff and clenched Greg's fingers as he came down the man's throat.Greg moans and swallows happily.Mycroft collapsed back onto the bed.Greg crawls up and cuddles him.Mycroft holds him close. "Shall I return the favor?"“Mm your hands. Want you to talk to me.” Greg nods.Mycroft nodded. "Want me to tell you how sexy you are...how much I love your hair."“Yeah.” Greg kisses him.Mycroft nodded, reaching for Greg's cock.Greg groans softly, rocking into his hand.Mycroft kissed down Greg's neck. "Such a good cock sucker."Greg mewls, rocking. “Yours.”"Wonderful cock you have...feels so good inside me." Mycroft whispered.“All yours. Love fucking you.” Greg rocks his hips."And I love fucking you...so tight around my knot." Mycroft kissed Greg's cheek.“Love your knot. Feels so good inside me.” Greg pants, his cock leaking."You love my cum...how it fills you up..." Mycroft smirked.“Yes!” Greg whines."Cum for me." Mycroft bit Greg's lip gently.Greg whimpers and comes hard.Mycroft kisses him softly.Greg kisses him back. “Mm love you.” He mumbles against his lips."Love you too." Mycroft murmured against Greg's lips.Greg hums softly and relaxes against him."We should get a shower." Mycroft said softly.“Mm yeah.” Greg kisses him and gets up.Mycroft gets up as well.Greg turns on the shower and gets in with mycroft.Mycroft hums as the water flows over his body.Greg takes the soap and rubs soapy hands over Mycroft’s body.Mycroft smiled and did the same for Greg.Greg hums happily and washes Mycroft.Mycroft smiled lovingly as they washed up.“We can grab some breakfast and then head home?” Greg smiles as they rinsed."I'd like that." Mycroft nodded.Greg nods, following Mycroft out of the shower and drying him off.Mycroft got dressed and ordered them breakfast.Greg gets dressed, watching Mycroft.There was a knock at the door. "There's breakfast."“I’ll get it.” Greg goes to the door and brings the cart inside.Mycroft smiled. "Smells good."“You always order the best stuff.” Greg chuckles, setting the food on the table.Mycroft hummed and moved to the table.Greg sits down to eat with him, pouring them coffees.Mycroft smiled. "Thank you."“Mm welcome, love.” Greg smiles and stirs some creamer into his.Mycroft lifts the covers off their food.“Oh god, that’s good.” Greg groans as he smells their breakfast.Mycroft reaches for a piece of toast.Greg forks a piece of his omelet and eats it. “Mmhmm.”Mycroft begins to eat as well.Greg gently rubs his foot against Mycroft’s ankle, not in an enticing way but just a point of contact.Mycroft smiled.After they finish breakfast Greg follows Mycroft down to their car, holding his hand.Mycroft squeezes Greg's hand in return as they get into the car and go home.Anthea, John, and Sherlock are feeding the kids breakfast.Sophie is off like a shot as soon as the front door opens, crawling up Mycroft’s clothes and wrapping around his neck, happy he’s home."Hello, love." Mycroft says surprised and kisses her head.“You came back.” Sophie nuzzles him."Of course, love." Mycroft replied softly.“I knew you would. Anty said you would.” Sophie nods, happy."It was a date night...grown-ups need those every once in a while." Mycroft explained.Sophie nods. “We watched movies and played games.”"Did you have fun?" Mycroft asked.“Yeah! Wiggy taught me card games. He said he can teach me how to hustle pool too. What does hustle mean?” Sophie smiles.Mycroft chuckled. "It means to cheat or scam people...usually people bet on games and if you hustle them, you're cheating them out of money."“Oh.” Sophie nods. “But cheating is not a good thing?” She sounds confused."For the most part." Mycroft nodded. "But one will never know when the need will arrive."Sophie nods. “Okay.”Mycroft smiles and kisses her head. He moves further into the house.Sophie nuzzles him.The babies and hatchlings squeal and chitter when mycroft and Greg come in."Hello, my loves." Mycroft kisses each of them.They all babble at him.“They were all little angels.” Anthea smiles, cleaning up their breakfast."Good. Thank you Thea." Mycroft smiled.“Of course.” Anthea smiles.“Had a good time?” Sherlock smirks a bit."A very pleasant time." Mycroft nodded.“Good.” John smiles.“Where’s Wiggins?” Greg asks.“Out in the garden running the track. He’s a little nervous about his first physical therapy appointment.” Sherlock frowns a bit.Mycroft nodded. "Understandable."“I’m nervous as well..” Sherlock sighs."It'll be alright. The doctor is supposed to be the best in her field." Mycroft replied softly.Sherlock nods. “I should probably go get him.”Mycroft nodded. "Alright."Sherlock goes out to get Wiggins.Wiggins looks up when Sherlock enters the garden. "Is it time?"“Yeah, love.” Sherlock nods.Wiggins shifted and went to Sherlock, taking his hand tightly.Sherlock squeezes his hand. “It’ll be okay.” He promises.Wiggins nodded. "Okay."“Let’s go say bye to everyone and we can go.” Sherlock smiles softly.Wiggins nodded.Mycroft had changed, at least his shirt and jacket. He held Sophie. "We'll come too...I got her appointment changed to this morning." Mycroft hoped this helped both kids feel better about the whole thing.“Good. They can work together.” Sherlock smiles.Mycroft nodded. "Lets go, or we'll be late."Greg and Anthea stay at home with the babies and hatchlings.Sherlock gets in the car with John and Wiggins. He unrolls the window for Wiggins.Sophie stays wrapped around Mycroft's neck as they’re driven to the appointment.They reach the doctors office. The building is smaller than Mycroft thought it would be, but it was a private practice.Wiggins keeps a hold on both Sherlock and John’s hands as they go inside.Sophie holds tight to Mycroft, who kisses her head.The practice was empty apart from the receptionist.“Ah Hello, you must be Wiggins and Sophie. I’m Dr. Simons.” Dr. Simons smiles as she comes out from the back."Hello." Mycroft smiled. He took Sophie from around his neck and held her close. "They're a little nervous."“That’s okay. I was nervous about my first appointment too. How about we come back to the mat and talk.” Dr. Simons smiles and leads them back to the large room covered in mats. There were all kinds of physical therapy tools around as well as toys.Mycroft sat down and put Sophie on the mat in front of him.Sherlock and John sit with Wiggins on the mat as well.“So.” Dr. Simons sits down with them. “I know we’re here to discuss some wing issues and wanting to be able to fly better. Let’s talk about some goals we want to set. Wiggins, would you like to start?”"I...I want to be able to fly more than just hovering for only a minute or two." Wiggins replied.“Great. That’s a great goal. So we want to work on stamina and control.” Dr. Simons nods. “Would you feel comfortable shifting so I can see your wings?”Wiggins nodded and shifted. He opened his wings, the one bent a little funny.Dr. Simons looks his wing over carefully. “Does it hurt or feel funny when you try to extend it?”Wiggins extended it. "Feels...not right."“Okay.” Dr. Simons nods. “Can you try flying a bit for me?”Wiggins nodded and flew about a foot off the ground for a few minutes before dropping down.“Good. That was good. How do you feel? A little out of breath?”Wiggins nodded. "Like it took a lot of effort."Dr. Simons nodded. “That’ll get better as we work on your stamina. Is there anything you’d like to talk about?”"The doctor says if this doesn't work I'll have to have surgery...and then do this again." Wiggins replied.Dr. Simons nods. “Physical therapy is hard. It works out your body and focuses on places that are hurt or have been hurt. It can also bring up memories about things that happened so it can be not only physically but mentally exhausting as well.” She says softly. “Even if this works you still might need surgery because some of your broken bones healed without having proper placement but we’re gonna do everything we can to meet your goals.”Wiggins nodded. "Like ptsd...I understand."Dr. Simons smiles softly. “You’re very smart. I want you to know that you can be upset or to cry after sessions because they’re demanding. It’s hard work and your body gets tired. You’re in charge of our sessions. I’ll work with you and push you but you’re in charge. If you say you can’t I’ll respect that.”"Okay." Wiggins nodded. "I'll do my best."“I’m sure you will.” Dr Simons smiles.Wiggins gave her a small smile and shifted back to human.“Your turn Ms. Sophie.” Dr. Simons smiles softly.Sophie looked at the doctor and back at Mycroft."It's okay, love." Mycroft said softly."Wings no work." Sophie said.Dr. Simons nods. “Okay. Can you open them for me?”Sophie stretched them about an inch out from her body, but they were mostly still folded into her body.“Okay good. That’s very good. Does it hurt?” Dr. Simons asks softly.Sophie nodded. "Hurts...can't." She pulled her wings back.“You did good. That was good.” Dr. Simons assures her. “You want to fly too, yeah? And I’m sure you don’t want to hurt anymore.”Sophie looked away. "Can't shift."“It took me a very long time to learn how to shift too.” Dr. Simons nods.Sophie nods a little sad. "I want to play with Wig."“Sure. Let’s go play with a ball.” Dr. Simmons takes them over to a different spot on the mat. She puts a light weighted exercise ball between them. “I want you two to push the ball back and forth to each other while I talk to your parents. Just gently roll it back and forth between you two. Keep count of how many you can get back and forth in a row for me.” She smiles and goes to talk to Sherlock, John, and Mycroft out of their ear shot but still keeping an eye on them.Mycroft looked at the doctor. "What do you think?"“Sophie has a lot of potential. Her wings are atrophied from not using them. The first few sessions will be about making her comfortable and to trust therapy. Once we start building up her confidence then she’ll feel safer to open her wings and be vulnerable. Then we can work on building strength.” Dr. Simmons nods.Mycroft nodded. "She's six with a mind and body of one much younger...I...I believe you can help her physically though." Mycroft replied."And Wiggins?" John asked.“She should also see a mental health professional.” Dr. Simons agrees.“Wiggins.. Wiggins is a bit tougher. The way his wing healed some of the bones are twisted. That’s why his energy gets spent so quickly and there’s some pain because the bones are aligned incorrectly. We’ll work with strengthening his muscles and ligaments but he will probably still need corrective surgery.”Mycroft nodded.John nodded. "Would it be better to have the surgery and then physical therapy?"“Doing some physical therapy first will help strengthen his wing and help make a faster recovery.”John nodded. "Let's do it then."“Alright. I’ll teach you all some exercises to do with them at home too. I think we should also try some hydrotherapy at least once a week.” Dr. Simons nods.John looked at Sherlock."Of course, whatever it takes." Mycroft replied, knowing that John was worried about the cost.“We can set up a Monday, Wednesday, Friday schedule for appointments.” Dr. Simons nods."Good." Mycroft nodded.John nodded.“Alright. I’ll work with them for a few minutes and then we can call it a day.”Mycroft and John nodded.Dr. Simons goes back to the kids.Sherlock sighs softly.Wiggins and Sophie looked at the doctor."What is it, love?" John asked softly.“How’s it going?” Dr. Simons sits with them.“He’s not going to be happy about surgery..” Sherlock frowns."Good. Our arms are a little sore." Wiggins replied."I know...we can talk to him and see what he wants...if he can live with his wing as it is now." John said softly.“Okay. I think that’s enough for today. Have either of you ever tried yoga?” Dr. Simons smiles.“You know he wants to fly. He just.. I don’t know.” Sherlock sighs."No...what's yoga?" Wiggins asked."We'll have a discussion with him." John rubs Sherlock's arm.“Well it’s where we do really slow poses and some stretching. We can try a few if you want.” Dr. Simons smiles and shifts into her small dragon form.Sherlock nods. “It’s good they’re here together though.”Wiggins and Sophie nod."I think so too." John smiled."I agree." Mycroft nodded.“Okay so first we’re just gonna sit and relax. Taking some deep breaths and feeling how our bodies feel.” Dr. Simons sits.Sherlock watches them and the doctor.They nod and do as she instructs.Mycroft watches them as well.“Very good. One more deep breath. Just like that. Now we’re gonna stand up and reach our fingers all the way up to the sky nice and high.” Dr. Simons does the stretch.Wiggins stood up on his hind paws and reached.Sophie struggled a little, but managed.“Very good. Now just stay like this, take a few breaths.”Wiggins nodded.Sophie fell back to four paws. "Too hard."“It’s okay. Only do what you can do.”Sophie nodded and tried again.“Good job. When you start to feel like you need to sit down again I want you to bend over and touch your toes.”Wiggins and Sophie bent over and touched their toes.“Very good. Now we’re going to relax our wings and let them fall open on their own. Let them open however much they want. Don’t force it.” Dr. Simons slowly opens her wings, one of them being completely prosthetic.Wiggins opens his wings as far as they can go. One opens more than the other.Sophie manages a little movement, but not much.“Excellent. Now we’re gonna slowly stand up normal with our wings still relaxed and open however much they want to be open.” Dr. Simons stands slowly.Wiggins and Sophie do what she says.“That was really great, you guys.” Dr. Simons smiles as she can see them staring at her prosthetic wing."Hurt?" Sophie asked, pointing at the doctor's wing.“Sometimes but not as much as when I was little.” Dr. Simons smiles softly. “When I was younger like you two I was in an accident and my wing got damaged. For a long time I thought it was my fault but I slowly realized that it wasn’t. That I didn’t deserve to be hurt. I learned how wings worked and how flying works. I became a doctor. I designed this prosthetic.”Wiggins nodded. "My wing is damaged..."Sophie looked at the wing and at her own. "Broken." She whispered.“So we’re all kind of in the same boat. We all have wing issues. However, when I was little we didn’t have therapy for wings or any kind of treatments. You two are very young and if we work on your wings now you’re going to be better. Young dragons are so strong and you heal so well. That’s why your wing healed all by itself, Wiggins, because your body knew it had to fix itself. We’re just offering it some help now. And Sophie, your wings just need some help knowing what to do. I know it might not feel like it but these are good things. Things we can help heal and be better than brand new. Even though I have this prosthetic I’m the fastest flyer out of all my friends.” Dr. Simons smiles.“She’s really good.” John says softly.Wiggins nodded. "Okay."Sophie nodded."Indeed." Mycroft smiled.“Good. If I can do it you guys can totally do it. I’ll even make you two a bet. After we’re all done and your wings are better we’ll have a race. If you two fly faster than me we’ll go out for ice cream.” Dr. Simons smiles.Wiggins smiled. "Okay."Sophie nodded.“Okay. Now before we go I want make up to make up an affirmation. An affirmation is something that we say to ourselves when we need a little boost. My affirmation is ‘I am healthy, I can help people, I am happy’. How about for you guys we say ‘I am strong, I am resilient, I am healing’? Can we say that together?” Dr Simons smiles.Wiggins nodded. "I am strong, I am resilient, I am healing.""I strong...I healing." Sophie replied.“Good. So good. I’m so proud of you two. You did so great today. Whenever you’re worried about your wings I want you to say the affirmation because then you’ll know you’re getting better. Do you want to talk about anything before we finish our session?” Dr. Simons smiles at them."No." They replied.“Okay. That’s all for today. You can go back to your dads.”Sophie ran back to Mycroft. Wiggins shifted and moved back to his dads.Mycroft scoops Sophie up and kisses her head.“Feeling okay?” Sherlock asks Wiggins."Daddy." She nuzzles him."Yeah." Wiggins nodded. "She's nice."Mycroft nuzzles her back. “I’m right here.” He says softly.“Good. I’m glad.” Sherlock pets Wiggins' hair.Sophie nodded."I hope it helps." Wiggins replied.Sherlock nods“Let’s go home.” Mycroft says softly and leads them out.Sophie curls around his neck.Mycroft drops Sherlock, John, and Wiggins at 221B before taking Sophie home."Hard." Sophie said quietly.Mycroft nods. “I know it was hard. You did very good. I’m very proud of you.” He pets her head.Sophie purred.Mycroft takes her inside when they get home."My wings...broken." she said quietly.“You just haven’t used them. They’re not broken. They’ll get stronger.” Mycroft promises.Sophie nodded.Mycroft gently massages her back."Prost...et...tic...." Sophie manages, moving her wings a little.“That’s right. Dr. Simons had a prosthetic wing.” Mycroft continues to gently massage."Want." Sophie replied.“Okay. We can talk to Dr. Simons about it.”Sophie nodded.“My? Soph? You back?” Greg calls from the kitchen."Yes, love." Mycroft walks them to the kitchen.“How’d it go?” Greg smiles softly."I thought it went well." Mycroft smiled."Nice lady...yoga." sophie replied.“That’s great!” Greg smiles."Sessions Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays." Mycroft replied.“Seems a little intense.” Greg says softly."Hard." Sophie nodded.“I bet.” Greg nods and pets her head gently."She did very well." Mycroft smiled."Wig better." Sophie said.“He’s had more practice.” Greg assures her.She looked at her wings. "Broken."Mycroft looked at Greg sadly.“It’ll get better, honey.” Greg says softly.Sophie shook her head and began to cry. "Not like Wig...no fly..."“Oh sweetie.” Greg scoops her up and holds her close, trying to understand.Sophie buried her head in his chest.Mycroft looked at Greg not knowing what to do.“Soph? Did I tell you the story of how daddy and I met?” Greg holds her close."No." Sophie replied.“We’ll see I knew Daddy for a reason years before we got together. One day I was going home from work through the park and I heard this dragon crying out.” Greg says softly."Hurt?" Sophie asked.Greg nods. “Some bad people hurt Daddy and I found him. I took him home and took care of him.”Sophie nodded.“Daddy’s wing was hurt very badly. He had to do physical therapy just like you.” Greg says softly.Sophie looked at Mycroft. "Better?"Mycroft nodded. "Yes, but it takes time and dedication."“See? So Daddy’s wing got better and yours can too. It just takes time and patience.” Greg says softly."Warm baths always helped me." Mycroft suggested.Sophie nodded.“That sounds wonderful. How about a bath?” Greg smiles softly.Sophie nodded. "Okay."Greg carries her to the bath.Mycroft goes to check on the babies and hatchlings.Anthea is with them in the nursery, putting them down for a nap."How were they?" Mycroft asked softlySophie waits for the tub to fill enough for her to be almost covered.“Good. Greg read them stories and they fell asleep.” Anthea smiles softly.Greg sits on the floor next to the tub.Mycroft nodded. "Good..." He smiled.Sophie crouches in the water until her wings are covered and just her head is poking out.“How’s Sophie?” Anthea asks softly.“I know today was hard for you but I want you to know I’m very proud of you.” Greg smiles at her."Upset...she...she thinks she's broken because she can't fly..." Mycroft bit his lip.Sophie nodded as she tried to open her wings.“There are some dragons who never fly.” Anthea says softly. “They choose not to or they just can’t.”“Gentle.” Greg says softly as he watches her."She wants to so bad..." Mycroft bit back tears. "It hurts to see her like this."Sophie nodded. "Rub?" She asked Greg.“Oh Myc.” Anthea pulls him into a hug.“Where, sweetie?” Greg asks.Mycroft hugged her."Wings...rub...please." Sophie whined.Anthea rubs his back. “She’s strong. She’ll be okay.”“Okay, sweetheart.” Greg gently rubs her wings, making sure TI be careful.Mycroft nodded. "I know...she wants prosthetics like the doctor had."Sophie tried to force her wings open only to start crying when the effort got too painful.“Thats a big step.” Anthea says.“Sophie, it’s okay. Close your wings, baby. You don’t have to force it.” Greg says, helping her to close them."I know." Mycroft sighed.Sophie closed her wings and sobbed. "Broken...no fly...no dragon."“She needs more time. She’s not broken. Just needs time.” Anthea frowns.“You’re not broken.” Greg scoops her up, holding her close."Tell her that..." Mycroft sighed."Babies fly...I no fly..." Sophie cried.Anthea nods. “I’ll talk to her too if you want.”“The babies weren’t hurt. You didn’t get to be free like them. It’s not your fault.” Greg holds her. “You’ll get better. I promise.”"I think she needs a professional...no offense, Thea." Mycroft replied softly, wiping his eyes."Off...no fly, no want wings." Sophie jumped out of Greg's arms and ran to her room, hading in a nest under the bed.“I’ll get a list going.” Anthea nods.“My!” Greg calls out.Mycroft nodded. He rushed out of the room when Greg called out. "What's happened?!?!"“Sophie got upset when she tried to open her wings in the bath. She says if she can fly she doesn’t want them. Now she’s hiding under the bed.” Greg frowns.Mycroft raced to Sophie's room. He shifted and crawled under the bed with her. "Sweetheart...it's okay..."Greg frowns, feeling like he ruined all the good progress she made.Sophie curls into him. Mycroft pulled her close and out from under the bed. "It's alright, love.""Broken." Sophie whimpered."No, love...this can be fixed. But it'll take a lot of time." Mycroft said softly. "I know you want to fly and shift...we know...that's why we went to the physical therapy doctor."Greg sits by the bed, not knowing what to do.Mycroft looked at Greg and hopped onto the bed with Sophie in his arms.Sophie put a paw out for Greg, want to be close to both of them. She didn't really understand her feelings.Greg holds her little paw. “We love you so much. We want you to be safe and happy. We’ll do everything possible to make sure of that.” He says softly."No fly...no dragon..." sophie replied."You'll always be a dragon, love. No matter what." Mycroft kissed her head.“I can’t fly but I can still have dragon babies.” Greg offers.Sophie looked at Greg sadly. "I no want babies...no cage..."Mycroft held her tighter. "Never, love. No cage, ever again."Sophie nodded and pawed at Greg's hand.Greg rubs her paw, feeling awful he keeps doing and saying the wrong things."Daddies..." Sophie whined. She crawled over to Greg.Greg cuddles her close. “You’re a good girl. Healing takes time. We’ll be with you every step of the way.”Sophie nodded and wiped her face.Greg gently wipes her face with a tissue.Mycroft pets her gently.Sophie cuddles into them.Greg gently rubs her paw.A little while later Sophie fell asleep.Mycroft got up, shifted and retrieved the scarf he used for the hatchlings. Mycroft put her in the scarf and cradled her close.“She needs more support.” Greg says softly. “I keep saying the wrong things. She needs a therapist. I need to learn how to talk to her.”Mycroft kissed Greg. "She's just really upset...we'll get her someone to talk to." He said softly.Greg nuzzles him. “I’m not a dragon. I can’t relate to her on how this feels. I.. I’m failing at this, My.”"You're doing fine, love. As I said, she's upset...anything we say could set her off." Mycroft replied softly.Greg nods. “I know. I just.. I can’t understand a very large part of their life.” He sighs softly.Mycroft nuzzles him. "Wings are...important to a dragon. If I didn't have them, I would have died that night you found me. Think of it this way...soldiers who lose a limb in the war...they sometimes feel broken because they're missing what can be considered essential for daily life for them...or if you break a bone, you're a little helpless because you can't do anything with that body part." Mycroft tried to explain.Greg nuzzles him back. “That.. that makes sense.” He nods.Mycroft smiled. "She feels helpless because she can't use her wings...it feels wrong physically and emotionally."Greg nods. “She’s trying so hard. I just want her to know we love her and that she’s a good girl.”"We just have to show her we love her...she may be extra clingy for the next few days." Mycroft replied softly.Greg nods, watching her sleep."Lets get some food." Mycroft suggested.Greg hums softly and follows Mycroft.Mycroft makes up some snacks for them to cuddle in front of the telly with.Greg relaxes against him, Anthea having gone home.Mycroft munches on the snacks on the tray he'd brought out.Greg eats, staying close to Mycroft.Sophie shifts in her sleep but doesn't wake.Mycroft pets her gently through the scarf.Greg rests his head on mycroft’s shoulder.Mycroft kisses his forehead.Greg smiles softly."I love you." Mycroft said softly“I love you, too. So much.” Greg kisses his cheek.Mycroft hummed happily.Greg relaxes.Mycroft watches the telly not really paying attention.Greg gets up when one of the babies stirs.Mycroft follows.Greg scoops up the baby and rocks him.The baby cuddles into Greg.Greg cuddles him and kisses his head. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”He quiets down.Mycroft smiled.Greg rocks him back to sleep and puts him back in his cot with his brother.Mycroft watches quietly.Greg smiles at Mycroft."Our boys...and girls." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles and nods. He goes and hugs Mycroft to him, careful of Sophie.Mycroft hugs him back.Greg kisses him softly. “Love you.”"I love you too." Mycroft murmured against Greg's lips.Greg nuzzles him.Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles and follows him out."Let's make a nest for Sophie on her bed, so she'll be comfortable tonight." Mycroft suggested.“Okay.” Greg nods.Mycroft went into their bedroom and grabbed some clothes containing their scent and a blanket.Greg helps him make the pile into a nest.Mycroft puts the blanket on top. He then takes Sophie out of the scarf and sets her in the nest, covering her with the blanket.Greg holds his breath as he watches her stretch and curl up in her sleep."She'll be alright...we'll keep the door open tonight." Mycroft said softly.Greg nods, watching her sleep."We'll make it better." Mycroft said.Greg nods and leans against Mycroft.Mycroft kisses his forehead.Greg smiles softly."How can I make you feel better, love?" Mycroft asked softly.“I..” Greg thinks for a moment. “A nest. In our bed.” He says softly. Ever since carrying the eggs his dragon instincts had become stronger.Mycroft nodded and pulled Greg towards their room.Greg followed eagerly.Mycroft began making a nest for them.Greg adds Mycroft’s clothes.Mycroft crawls in and shifts, waiting for Greg.Greg gets in as well, getting comfortable.Mycroft pulled him close, covering Greg with a wing a blanket.Greg nuzzles him, cuddling close."Everything will work out." Mycroft whispered.“I believe you.” Greg presses his face to Mycroft’s chest.Mycroft kissed his head.Greg kisses his chest.Mycroft rubbed his face against Greg's hair.Greg hums softly and slowly relaxes.Mycroft waits for Greg to fall asleep before doing so himself.
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Sherlock sprawls out on the couch in dragon form.John looks at him. "Alright?"“Mm fine.” Sherlock nods.John moves to sit on the couch and takes Sherlock's head and puts it in his lap. "You sure?"Sherlock nods, he can feel his body preparing for another heat.John felt Sherlock's forehead. "You're warm...is it almost that time?" He asked softly.Sherlock frowns a bit and nods. “In a day or two. I’ve already asked Myc if he and Greg can watch Wiggins. Heats.. they get more frequent and more intense if you’ve never produced children.”John nods. "Is there something that might help make them less frequent or back on a regular cycle?"“The body adapts to anything we try. It becomes solely focused on getting knocked up.” Sherlock sighs.“Who’s getting knocked up?” Wiggins asks as he comes in, carrying his book.John looked at Wiggins. "No one, love. Your dad is just close to his next heat...we were just talking."“Oh.” Wiggins frowns a bit. “Why not be like a chicken?”"What do you mean?" John asked.“Chickens lay eggs all the time that aren’t fertilized. If dad’s body is making him want to have a baby why not trick it as an empty egg.” Wiggins shrugs."Is that even possible?" John asked Sherlock.Sherlock blinks. “I.. it might be. Oh Wiggins. You’re a genius!” He hops up and hugs Wiggins close.Wiggins giggles and hugs him back. “I don’t like seeing you in pain.”John stands and hugs them both.They cuddle into him.“I’ll still need sperm. Just some that’s been rendered functionless.” Sherlock thinks."You want to get cum from someone who's been snipped?" John asked.“Possibly.” Sherlock thinks.“You could use Pop’s if you killed the sperm first. They’d be DOA but your body would still recognize them.” Wiggins suggests. He’d be reading through all of John’s medical textbooks and journals, his brain constantly craving new studies and ideas."But I'm not a dragon...will that work?" John asked.“All my body has to do is recognize its biological material. It’ll already start the process of making an egg but since the sperm is dead it just won’t fertilize.” Sherlock nods.John nodded. "But it wouldn't before...okay. So I get snipped then."“That’s because your sperm was alive and wasn’t able to fertilize the egg. But if we confuse my body for long enough the egg will just keep growing. If you get snipped you won’t have any sperm in your sample.” Sherlock says. “So no snipping. Not yet.”John nodded. "So how do we kill the sperm."“Heat.” Sherlock nods."You want me to give you a sample to heat up?" John scoffed.Sherlock nods. “You want to help me, don’t you, John?”John nodded. "Yes, I do."“Good. Then I’m heating up your sperm sample.” Sherlock grins."Okay." When Sherlock looks at him expectantly John's eyes widen. "Now?"Sherlock smiles and nods. “Need to test heating methods.”John shook his head.Wiggins giggled.“Come on, Wiggins. Let’s go buy new microscope slides.” Sherlock grins."Yay!" Wiggins put his book down and went to grab his coat."Any specific container you want me to use?" John asked, a little embarrassed.“Sample cups are under the bathroom sink.” Sherlock kisses John deeply, making it hot and dirty.John makes a noise, before breaking the kiss. "How much do you want?"“Whatever you’re able to produce. Don’t put pressure on yourself. I can always get more samples out of you later.” Sherlock smirks.John blushed. "Right...I'll just..." He pointed to the bedroom.“Relax. It’s like one of your wank sessions before we got together. Just imagine me listening on the other side of the door fingering myself to you.” Sherlock mumbles as he licks John’s ear.John swallowed thickly.“You know I used to do that? Listen to you wank and fuck myself? I was so desperate for your cock. I would imagine what you’d do if I wanted in on you wanking. Would you be upset? Would you tell me to get out? Or would you let me join you?” Sherlock nips at his earlobe.John groans. "I'm going to fuck your arse so hard during this next heat."“Yeah you are.” Sherlock kisses John again and cup’s John’s cock over his jeans. “Make a good sample.” He smirks as he pulls away. “Let’s go Wiggins!” He calls out and then follows Wiggins outside.John lets out a breath and goes to get the sample cups before heading to the bedroom.Sherlock takes Wiggins to the science supply store. “You did very good at your physical therapy so I want you to pick out whatever you want as a reward.”"Really?" Wiggins smiled. He browsed the store.“Really.” Sherlock smiles and follows him.Wiggins picked out a few books and a few supplies for his chemistry set.Sherlock holds a basket for Wiggins to put them in.Wiggins smiled up at Sherlock.Sherlock chuckles and smiles. “Anywhere else you want to go?”Wiggins shrugged.“How about we give Bertie a visit?” Sherlock suggests. “You two can talk about physical therapy.”"Yes, please." Wiggins nodded.Sherlock nods and pats for their things. He carries the bag and follows Wiggins out of the store. “Should we walk or get a cab?” He asks, knowing care rides still make Wiggins uncomfortable."Is it far?" Wiggins asked.“A little.” Sherlock nods. “We can take a cab and unroll the window.”Wiggins nodded. "Okay."“Okay.” Sherlock nods and flags own a cab.Wiggins takes the window seat as they drive.Sherlock unrolls the window, giving the cabbie the address.They arrived at the facility ten minutes later. Wiggins buzzed with anticipation.Sherlock paid the cabbie and followed Wiggins inside.Wiggins pulled Sherlock along to Bertie's room.Sherlock smiles and follows him.There was yelling coming from Bertie's room. Wiggins hurried.Sherlock held Wiggins' hand.“Dad! I know you don’t want to take your medicine but you have to. If you don’t you’re going to get sick again.” Molly pleads.Wiggins ran into the room. "Bertie!" He yelled at the older man.Bertie blinks when he sees Wiggins.Wiggins moved to Bertie's side. "You promised." He frowned.“I..” Bertie frowns. “I don’t like them..”"Then don't yell about it...talk to the doctor, explain...they might be able to find a better solution." Wiggins said softly.Bertie frowns but eventually nods."I promise it won't always be bad." Wiggins takes his hand. "Please, you have to try."“Okay.” Bertie nods."And be nice to Molly, she's just trying to help." Wiggins gave him a small smile.Bertie nods and looks at Molly. “I’m sorry, Molly. I just.. they make me feel like a drowning.”Molly nodded. "We'll keep trying."Wiggins nodded in agreement.Bertie nods and relaxes a bit."How has the physical therapy been going?" Wiggins asked softly.“It’s going.” Bertie shrugs. “It’s hard..”"I know...so is mine. Sophie struggles too." Wiggins said softly.“It hurts but it does make me feel better..” Bertie sighs.Wiggins nodded. "I understand."“How is yours? Are they nice?” Bertie asks.Sherlock gently pulls Molly to the side. “How is he?” He asks softly."She's very nice. We're starting with yoga." Wiggins smiled."He's taking his diabetes meds, but the psych meds are...more difficult. He's still complaining that they make him feel bad." Molly sighed.“I’m glad she’s nice.” Bertie smiles.“Is he still having psych symptoms?” Sherlock asks."She said she was going to build me up before I have to have surgery, then she'll help me afterwards." Wiggins said."I don't know...they won't really tell me. They're just going by his old charts. I want him to be assessed." Molly replied.“Surgery is scary but it’s not as bad as you think it is.” Bertie nods.Sherlock frowns. “I’ll have Mycroft have a specialist come and assess him independently without bias of his past medical records.”Wiggins nodded."Thank you Sherlock." Molly replied a little relieved.“Plus I’m sure they’ll take X-rays that you can keep too.” Bertie smiles.“Of course.” Sherlock nods and rubs her back. “How about you go get a coffee and take a breath? Wiggins and I will visit for a bit.”Wiggins smiled. "Cool."Molly nodded. "Okay."“In that drawer are my X-rays.” Bertie points so Wiggins can get them.Sherlock smiles softly and watches her go.Wiggins gets them and holds them up to the light. "Wow."Bertie chuckles.Sherlock comes over and has a look.Wiggins grins at Bertie.Bertie smiles. “Want to go play chess?”"Yeah." Wiggins smiled.“Bring over the wheelchair.” Bertie smiles.Wiggins puts the x rays away and gets the wheelchair. "Here we go."Sherlock helps Bertie into the chair and pushes them to the recreation room.Wiggins sets up the chess board.Sherlock sits with them, watching them play.Wiggins smiled as they played.Molly finds them and sits next to Sherlock, handing him a cup of coffee."Thanks." Sherlock smiled.“You’re welcome.” Molly smiles. “He’s calmer after he hands out with Wiggins.” She says softly."I think Wiggins is like a security blanket for him." Sherlock replied quietly.“They relied on each other out there..” Molly nods.Sherlock nodded. "I'll try to bring him more often."“It’s good.” Molly smiles softly.Sherlock nodded. "How does he function with Wiggins vs on his own?"“When Wiggins is here he’s more in the moment. Like he can focus better on being here mentally.” Molly nods. “I think since Wiggins has been with him when he’s stable and I’m psychosis he’s like a constant for dad.”Sherlock bit his lip. "We need to shift that focus to you."Molly nods. “I’m here every day and all of my off days. I don’t know how.”Sherlock rubbed her back. "I didn't mean to suggest you weren't trying...I know you are." He paused. "Let's test some new meds, try to get him stable...then maybe we can get him out of here and home with you. I'm sure that would help." He said softly.“No no. I know. It’s just..” Molly sighs. “I want to do what’s best for him.” She says softly."I'm wondering if he just doesn't have a...issue with facilities...did your mum have him institutionalized?" Sherlock asked gently.“Yeah.. yeah she did.” Molly nods. “You think he’d be better if he was outside?”"I think he internalizes the idea of being there and being in a rehab facility...Mycroft might be able to make arrangements for doctors and physical therapists to come out to your flat to see him." Sherlock suggested. "Bertie might tolerate the meds better if he doesn't feel caged in. Perhaps ask Bertie which he prefers...meds non-negotiable though."Molly nods. “He’ll need to be looked after while I’m at work though.” She frowns a bit."What about Mrs. Hudson?" Sherlock suggested.“I.. would she?” Molly asks, knowing Mrs. Hudson was a social butterfly."I think so...plus she knows a lot of other old people." Sherlock smiled.Molly nods. “How about you bring her this weekend? They can meet and we can see if they get on.”"Alright." Sherlock smiled.“Okay.” Molly smiles.Sherlock rubs her back and looks at Wiggins and Bertie.Molly relaxes, watching them play. “Dad was on his way to being a chess master before he got sick..” She says softly."He's very good. Wiggins has learned a lot. Gives Mycroft a run for his money...though Mycroft could be losing on purpose." Sherlock chuckled.Molly smiles softly. “He used to take me to play chess in the park. I think he’d like to do that again.”Sherlock nodded. "I think he'd enjoy that."“Maybe.. maybe when he’s better and the kids are doing good we can all go to the zoo.” Molly hums.Sherlock beamed. "I think that'd be great."Molly smiles and leans against him. “Good.”Sherlock rubs her back.Molly relaxes. “How are things with you?”"Okay...I'll be in heat again soon." Sherlock blushed. "We're working on a way to trick my body...so I'll stop having them as often."“Anything I can do to help?” Molly asks.Sherlock shook his head. "No. I don't think so...at least not right now."“Okay. Well let me know. I’m always around.” Molly smiles softly.Sherlock nodded. "I will."Molly sips her coffee.Sherlock watches Wiggins.Bertie teaches Wiggins as they play.Wiggins grins, happy to be hanging out with Bertie.
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Sherlock had been messing around with John’s samples for a week till he got it how he wanted. They bought a special dildo that had a knot and could squirt cum.Sherlock writhes around in bed, the heat hitting him hard. “Johnnnn.. John please. Fuck. Fuck me.” He whines.John kissed Sherlock's back and pressed his cock into him. "I'll fuck you first, then we'll used the dildo."“Yes yes yes..” Sherlock sighs in relief, pressing against John. He was so slick and hot and wet and tight, absolutely desperate.John fucked Sherlock hard and fast, just as they had talked about.Sherlock gives it over to John, knowing John will protect him and keep him safe."Good boy...I've got you." John whispers as he kisses Sherlock's neck.“Yours. Yours.” Sherlock mewls.John groans.“Fuck be. Breed me. Want your babies. So many babies. So beautiful. So smart.” Sherlock babbles, in the thrones of heat."I know...I'll give what I can." John panted, he tried not to get too caught up in the sensation, so he could use the dildo.“You’re so good to me, John. So good. I’ll give you babies. So many perfect babies.” Sherlock babbles. He had told John before his heat started to ignore everything he says and stick with the plan."I know, love." John kissed his back again. When he felt Sherlock getting close he pulled out and thrust the dildo in.“John!” Sherlock cries out."Cum for me." John growled in Sherlock's ear as he shoves the knot into Sherlock.Sherlock cries out and comes hard on command as John knots him.John squeezes the pump and fills Sherlock with his neutralized sperm.Sherlock moans, melting against the bed.John holds him close.“So good. So good to me.” Sherlock curls into John."I love you." John kissed him.“Love.” Sherlock mewls and kisses John back.John holds him close.Sherlock falls asleep against John.John rubs Sherlock's sides.Sherlock wakes an hour or so later for another round but this time he’s noticeably less desperate."How are you feeling?" John asked.“Mm better. More coherent. Still want cock but it’s manageable. You did good, John.” Sherlock kisses him.John kisses him back deeply.Sherlock licks into his mouth.John reaches down to stroke Sherlock's cock.Sherlock moans, rocking into John’s hand. His belly was bloated a bit with cum, he’d made sure to get plenty of samples from John so their plan would work.John rubbed himself against Sherlock's arse cheek, the dragon was still knotted.Sherlock mewls. “Take it out and fuck me. It already done its job.”John remved the didlo and pressed himself inside.Sherlock moans and arches, pressing back against him."You feel good." John breathed.“You too.” Sherlock purrs. “Made for me.”John began to fuck Sherlock. "Made for me."“Yours. All yours.” Sherlock moans.John nips and sucks at Sherlock's neck.Sherlock mewls and melts against him."Good boy, Sherlock." John groaned, getting close.“Your good boy.” Sherlock squeezes around John.John gasped. "Oh, yes!"Sherlock smirks, constructing and releasing around John’s cock."Fuck, Sherlock!" John groaned. "Close."Sherlock pulls off John’s cock and moves down, taking John into his mouth. He sucks John’s cock."Sherlock!" John cums hard.Sherlock swallows greedily.John breathed hard and collapsed back onto the bed.Sherlock licks John’s cock clean and lays next to him.John smiled at him.Sherlock nuzzles John. “Thank you.”"You're welcome, love." John said softly.Sherlock cuddles against him, his heat calming."Feeling better, love?" John asked.Sherlock nods. “I think that actually worked.”"Yeah?" John asked with a smile.Sherlock smiles and nods. “I still feel the heat but it’s calmer.”"Good." John moved to kiss him.Sherlock kisses him back.John ran a hand down his sides.“You’re so good to me, John.” Sherlock nuzzles him."I hope this works...I hate to see you in such pain." John said softly.“I’m sorry.” Sherlock holds him close."I know..." John replied.Sherlock cuddles him."Sleep, love." John kissed his head.Sherlock falls asleep against John.John drifts off not long after.Greg sits with Mycroft in the grass on a blanket in the park, watching the kids run around.Anthea and a few other agents were around making sure they were safe."This is nice." Mycroft smiled at Greg.Greg smiles and nods. “It’s really nice. Look at them runnin around.”"Sophie seems to have...relaxed." Mycroft said softly.Greg nods. “She does better outside. She was trapped in that cage too long.”"Maybe we can set up a window with a little seat for her in her room." Mycroft suggested.“That would be good. Get her some soft cushions.” Greg smiles."Yes." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles and wraps his arm around Mycroft as they watch the kids.Anthea shifts and runs around with them.Mycroft leans into Greg. The kids run from Anthea and chase her.Anthea flaps her wings and hips around.Wiggins and the hatchlings, Elizabeth and Anna, do the same.The boys, Alexander and Nathaniel, clap happily from where they're seated with Greg and Mycroft.Sophie cones over and leans against Mycroft, a little tired from running around.Mycroft pets her gently. "Having fun, love?"Sophie nods. “Like park. Grass.”Mycroft smiled. "It's nice." He agreed.Sophie sees a lady walking a dog and she clings to Mycroft. “What that?”"Its alright, love. That is a species of dog. A pet for humans...as we have goldfish in the garden pond." Mycroft replied softly.“I..” Sophie tries to think of the words. “Go see?” She looks up at Mycroft."Let me ask if the dog is friendly first." Mycroft replied softly, standing. He picked her up. "We always ask if a dog is friendly before we pet." He said, walking over to the lady walking her dog. "Excuse me Miss. I hate to bother you...my little one has never seen a dog before and we were wondering if he might be friendly enough to pet?" Mycroft asked politely.“Oh sure! Daisy is an emotional support dog in training. She loves pets.” The woman smiles and nods."Thank you." He smiled at the woman. "Now be gentle and go slow, love. Offer your paw for her to sniff." Mycroft said to Sophie.Sophie hesitantly reaches out, her paw shaking a bit.Daisy moves slowly, sensing Sophie’s nervousness. She sniffs gently and then lowers her head for pets.Sophie gently pets Daisy’s head, grinning.Mycroft smiled. "See, Daisy is a nice dog. But remember, we must always ask before we pet, and say thank you after."Sophie nods, still petting. She seems much more relaxed than usual.“Mind if Daisy and I join you?” The woman smiles softly, seeing how Sophie reacted to Daisy.Mycroft looked at Greg and the kids. "Is Daisy okay with lots of kids at once?"“Oh yeah. She’s been trained for all kinds of situations. It’s her job to remain calm and offer support. Plus she’s a people person. Well dog.” The woman smiles. “Sorry, I’m Shelby Milton. I train dogs to assist humans with everyday life.” She offers her hand to Mycroft.Mycroft shakes her hand. "Mycroft Holmes, and my daughter Sophie..." He led her back towards Greg and the kids. "This is Gregory, my mate. Alexander and Nathaniel...Those two are Elizabeth and Anna...and our nephew Wiggins...oh and their firemother Anthea."“Hello, everyone. I’m Shelby.” Shelby smiles. “And this is Daisy.” She smiles down at Daisy who is sitting by her feet.The hatchlings moved closer to inspect the dog.Wiggins held them back. "Is she safe to pet?" He asked.Shelby nods. “Let her sniff your hands first. She’s very nice.”Wiggins chuttered to the hatchlings. They nodded and followed Wiggins's lead. They let Daisy sniff their hands before petting her. Mycroft put Sophie down with the others."Do they train dogs like Daisy for...non humans?" Mycroft asked softly.Daisy lays down, enjoying all the attention and petting.“I do.” Shelby nods. “Some trainers are still skeptical about non humans getting along with animals or even if there’s a need for non humans to have assistant animals.” She rolls her eyes. “It’s the most ridiculous argument I’ve ever heard.”Mycroft nodded. "I agree...I ask because...well, my little one, Sophie was rescued from a smuggling ring and...she suffers some psychological effects...anxiety, depression, nightmares...."Shelby nods and frowns. “Has she started seeing anyone yet? I have a friend I can recommend. They specialize in trauma and traumatic stress for non humans. They have a cross degree in child psychology.”"Please. We haven't been able to find anyone..." Mycroft replied softly.Shelby nods and pulls out some business cards. “Here’s my card and my friends. You just tell the receptionist I referred you and she’ll get you an appointment right away. Here are some support groups for Sophie where she can make friends with other non human kids who have been through similar experiences. Oh and a support group for you and your mate, for parents of an adopted child human and non human.” She says, handing him cards and pamphlets from her training bag."Wow...uh...thank you so much." Mycroft replied, taking the offered info.“Of course. This is my passion. Helping people get better.” Shelby smiles."We really appreciate it." Mycroft smiled softly.“Of course. We can start filling out paperwork if you want?” Sara smiles.Mycroft nodded. He wasn't usually this trusting of strangers, but he was desperate to help Sophie.Shelby sits with Mycroft and Greg. She pulls out her tablet and helps them apply for appointments and support groups.Anthea looks Shelby up, just in case. She smiles happily when everything comes back clean.Daisy’s tail wags lazily, blissed out from being pet."Good dog." Wiggins smiled, rubbing her belly.Daisy nuzzles him.Sophie gently pet Daisy.Daisy nuzzles Sophie gently."Dog." She giggled.Daisy wags her tail.Mycroft looked over at the kids and smiled.Anthea gives Mycroft a thumbs up so he knows the woman and everything she’s saying is legitimate.Mycroft nodded to her and smiled.Greg talks to Shelby about her training program.Mycroft listens, while keeping an eye on the kids.Daisy gets up and shakes off, sniffing the ground.The kids watch. Wiggins senses something off and pulls the hatchlings close.Daisy woofs at the ground as a small creature hops around the grass.Sophie scurried over to Mycroft. "Scary!""Shoo!" Wiggins hissed at the squirrel.“It’s okay. You’re safe.” Mycroft holds her close, protectively. “It’s just a squirrel.”Daisy barks at the squirrel and it runs off. She goes over to Mycroft and lays her head on his knee, nuzzling Sophie gently.Sophie pets Daisy and calms within moments.Wiggins moved closer to Mycroft and Greg with the hatchlings. "You okay?" He asked Sophie.She nodded.Daisy checked the other kids before going back to Sophie, staying close to her.Mycroft looked at Greg. "I think she needs this." He whispered.Greg nods and rubs Mycroft’s back.The hatchlings run over to Anthea, chasing her. Wiggins watches.Anthea rolls around with them, letting them chase her around.Mycroft smiled softly as he glanced up at the children.Greg smiles softly, leaning against Mycroft.Mycroft continues to listen and talk with Shelby.“This weekend we’re having a little meet and greet. Bring Sophie and the kids and you can all meet and talk to some of the other people who have assistance animals.” Shelby smiles."I think that might be good." Mycroft nodded, looking at Greg.Greg nods. “That sounds great.”"We'll be there. Thank you Shelby." Mycroft smiled.“Of course.” Shelby smiles and gets up. “Well me and Daisy have to get going.”Mycroft stands with Sophie and Greg. "It's been wonderful talking with you and Daisy." He smiles.“My pleasure. I’ll text you the time and place for this weekend’s meet up.” Shelby smiles."Wonderful. We look forward to it." Mycroft smiled, shaking her hand. "Have a great rest of your day."“You too.” Shelby smiles and goes with Daisy.Sophie watches Daisy go.Mycroft pets Sophie. "Did you like Daisy?" He asked softly.“Soft. Warm.” Sophie nods.Mycroft nodded. "Safe?"Sophie nods. “Like you.”Mycroft nodded with a small smile. He looked at Greg and mouthed 'we're getting her a dog like that.'Greg nods and smiles softly.“Play?” Sophie asks Mycroft, wanting to go back with Anthea and the hatchlings."Of course, love." Mycroft sets her down in the grass. He then turns to Greg. "Do you think it would be too much?"Greg watches Sophie scamper off and go play with Anthea and the kids. “To get her an emotional support dog? I don’t think it’s too much.” He shakes his head."She's...she needs something to help her feel safe when we can't be there." Mycroft replied quietly.Greg nods and rubs Mycroft’s back. “We’ll get her one. We’ll talk to Shelby and ask her what needs to be done to make it happen.”Mycroft nodded. "Thank you, love."“You don’t have to thank me.” Greg smiles softly. “We’d do anything to make sure they were safe and happy.”"I know...I just...you're the best mate I could have wished for." Mycroft replied softly.Greg hugs Mycroft close. “And you’re mine.”Mycroft nuzzled Greg.
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Mycroft and Greg took Sophie to the gathering that weekend. They spotted Shelby and Daisy.Shelby smiles and waves them over. “Oh I’m so glad you made it.”Mycroft smiled. "We're happy to be here."“I’m so glad. This is going to be great. So a few rules first. No sudden fast movement or loud sound, just keeps every calm and relaxed. No touching other people until you ask or they tell you that you can. And if a dog or other service animal is wearing their work vest just leave them alone cause they’re busy.” Shelby says, making sure Sophie understands too. “Now where’s Max, they’re excited to meet you. Oh there. “I’ll be right back.” Shelby goes to get an androgynous looking person. “This is Max. They’re the therapist I was telling you about.”
“Hello, nice to meet you. Handshake alright?” Max smiles."Handshake is fine." Mycroft offered his hand. "It's good to meet you."Max shakes his hand. “You too. Shelby told me you’d try and come by. I’m glad you did.” They smile.Mycroft nodded. "We're trying to meet people who might be able to help our Sophie, in some way...any way..." Mycroft smiled softly.
"Safe." Sophie said.“That’s a really great first step.” Max smiles. “What makes you feel safe, Sophie?” He smiles at the little dragon on Mycroft’s shoulder."Daddy...Daisy." Sophie said quietly.Max nods. “Did you say hi to Daisy yet?”"We did not." Mycroft replied softly.“Let’s say hi to Daisy.” Max smiles and leads them over to Daisy and sits on the grass next to her.
Daisy’s tail wags when she sees Sophie.Mycroft puts Sophie down. The little dragon goes directly for Daisy, but stops and looks at Max. "Pet?"“Let her smell you first. It’s like asking her if it’s okay to touch her.” Max nods.Sophie nodded and held out her hand to Daisy.Daisy sniffs Sophie and nuzzles her, laying down in front of her for pets.Sophie pets her happily, drowning out everything else.
Mycroft looks at Max. "She has physical and mental handicaps." He said quietly.Max nods. “Let’s have a seat and we can talk.” He leads them to some chairs close to Sophie as Daisy.
Shelby brings them some drinks and sits with them as well.Mycroft nodded and sat with Greg. "She was a rescue from a trafficking ring. I saved her and we took her in as our daughter. She has anxiety, depression, and nightmares. She is in physical therapy for her wings, which she is unable to open." Mycroft said.Max nods. “Is she on any medication?”"No. Just love and tender care." Mycroft replied softly.“Good. Sometimes parents go straight to medication because it can mask symptoms so they think the kid it’s better. They forget to treat the underlying problems.” Max nods."I can understand that. We just want to help her...she had a little breakdown a few days ago about wanting to cut off her wings because she can't use them." Mycroft sighed.“Body dysphoria isn’t uncommon in these types of situations. It’s very easy for her to see that her wings do not behave like other dragon’s wings and therefore she would be better if they were gone.” Max nods.Mycroft nodded. "Yes...but she also wants to be able to fly...she asked me if she could get prosthetics like her PT has on her one wing."Max nods. “Outside aids can be great tools but first we need to make sure she understands that there is only so much these tools can do for her. They won’t magically make her better or make her something she’s not. Has she had any scans or X-rays to see if there’s skeletal deformities?”Mycroft shakes his head. "Not yet...she is very...wary of strangers. We thought maybe getting her mental health help might help with that."Max nods and smiles. “Well I can honestly say that I think you two have done everything right so far.”"That's a relief." Mycroft smiled at Greg.Greg smiles and squeezes Mycroft’s hand, feeling relieved as well."Would you consider treating her?" Mycroft asked softly.“Of course.” Max nods. “Most of the people here were my patient at one point or another. Shelby and I found that connecting people who had similar experiences and difficulties not only helps them to grow personally but to support and cheer each other on. Having a community is a very important thing when it comes to the healing process.”"I think that's wonderful." Mycroft smiled.“We try to get everyone together once a month. They have their own groups as well. The adults and their needs whether it’s seizures, trauma, or others. The kids too have their own groups.” Max smiles."I think that could be beneficial for both us and Sophie." Mycroft nodded.“Let me introduce you two to Jim and Trish. They adopt kids with behavioral and health issues. They help Shelby and I organize meetings and help other parents.” Max smiles. “I’ll be right back.” They go to find them.Mycroft looks at Greg. "Is this okay?"Greg nods. “It’s a lot to take in but I think it’s okay. This is the most relaxed I’ve seen Sophie ever.” He looks down at Sophie who’s laying on top of Daisy in the grass."I really think she needs this." Mycroft replied softly.“Me too.” Greg nods.Mycroft kissed him briefly.Greg smiles softly and nuzzles him.
“Greg and Mycroft this is Trish and Jim.” Max smiles.
“Hi, how’s it goin?” Jim smiles, a large tall man with a baby in bright yellow onesie in his arms.
“Hello.” Trish smiles, a toddler creature on her hip.Mycroft smiles. "Hello. I'm Mycroft and this is Greg."“Hi.” Greg smiles.
“Max said you’re thinking about joining our community.” Trish smiles and sits with Jim."Yes. With our daughter Sophie." He points to where she is playing gently with Daisy. "She's adopted and we have four of our own too."“Big family.” Jim chuckles and smiles. “It’s good. More support.”
“What a sweetie.” Trish smiles as she looks at Sophie."This is the most calm we've ever seen her." Mycroft replied. "She's usually very skittish."“Our first adoptee was like that too. She’d hide in cupboards and under the couch.” Trish nods."Under the bed." Mycroft sighed. "She'd been caged all her life, until we rescued her. She's six, but looks only a little bigger than our hatchlings.”“We found that if we made a designated safe hiding spot it helped a lot. We wouldn’t have to worry about where she was and we knew where to find her.” Jim suggests."I like that." Mycroft nodded.“Plus it gives her a place where she can go and relax if she gets over stimulated.” Trish smiles.Mycroft nodded. "We'll have to do that."“Not every suggestion you get is going to be the right fit. It doesn’t hurt to try but don’t force things. You’ll know what’s right.” Jim nods.Mycroft nodded. "Good to know. Thank you."“Are you two.. umm.” Greg tries to think of how to ask.
“Human? Jim is but I’m a shifter.” Trish smiles.Mycroft nodded. "Ah...My brother and his mate are the same...they adopted a boy from the streets. Runaway from foster care...he's a dragon too."“They should join us next time.” Jim smiles."I'll talk to them about it." Mycroft smiled.“Great.” Jim smiles and rocks the baby in his arms when it starts to fuss. “Be back, have to change this one’s nappy.”Mycroft nodded with a smile.Jim takes the baby for a change.
Trish bounces the toddler in her lap, little patches of fur on their skin."Werewolf?" Mycroft asked.Trish nods and smiles. “Yup. Say hi Blake.”
The boy waves shyly."Hello." Mycroft smiles and waves back.“Blake was left at a fire station. He has some follicle issues and some other health problems, that’s why we see the random patches of fur.” Trish smiles and kisses Blake’s head.
Blake giggles and smiles, cuddling into her."He loves you very much." Mycroft smiled softly.“And we love him.” Trish smiles and peppers his face with kisses.
Blake giggles and smiles, his razor sharp teeth on display.
Greg watches them.Mycroft glances at Sophie.Sophie is still laying on top of Daisy, nuzzling into her fur.Mycroft looks on fondly.“She’s happy.” Greg says softly."She is..." Mycroft said in amazement.Greg smiles softly and squeezes Mycroft's hand.Mycroft squeezed it back.The afternoon is spent meeting people and talking to families about their experiences.Afterwards Mycroft, Greg,and Sophie say their goodbyes and head home.Sophie falls asleep in her hair seat, tired from all the new things.
“I think that went really well.” Greg smiles."I think so too." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles and kisses him.Mycroft kisses him back.Greg hums happily as they pull up home."I want to start on that window design as soon as possible." Mycroft replied. "And a safe zone for her."“Maybe the window can be the safe zone? It can have curtains that she can open and close.” Greg suggests.Mycroft nodded. "Good idea."Greg smiles and squeezes Mycroft’s hand before getting out. He holds the door so Mycroft can get Sophie.Mycroft scoops Sophie up and they go inside.Anthea was reading to the babies and hatchlings in the living room with Wiggins.
Sherlock and John were in the kitchen cleaning up."I'll put Sophie down for a nap." Mycroft said, taking her to her room.Greg nods, watching them go.Mycroft puts Sophie in the little nest on her bed, pulling a blanket over her.Sophie curls up, nuzzling into one of Mycroft’s shirts.Mycroft smiled and went back downstairs.Greg is in the kitchen with Sherlock and John.
Sherlock is sporting a small pseudo baby bump.Mycroft looked at Sherlock. "You found a way to trick your body then?" He asked.Sherlock nods. “Wiggins suggested I be like a chicken.”"Indeed." Mycroft replied, moving to kiss Greg's cheek. "I hope it helps."Greg smiles softly and holds Mycroft close.
“It already has. I’m just not looking forward to pushing out an unfertilized egg.” Sherlock sighs."Yes, birthing an egg isn't entirely pleasant." Mycroft replied.“I’m just glad it worked. I feel better overall. Clearer thinking. No more breeding brain.” Sherlock hums.Mycroft nodded. "Now you'll just have a nesting brain."“So that’s where my jumpers are disappearing to!” John gasps.
Sherlock blushes brightly, caught.Mycroft chuckled. "I had to buy a whole new wardrobe."“Gotta watch you every minute.” John chuckles.
Sherlock blushes and smiles.Mycroft smiled and looked at Greg.Greg chuckles softly and rubs Mycroft’s back."I think the two of you should come to one of these meetings...you may find it helpful." Mycroft suggested gently.“Oh?” Sherlock raises a brow."It's just a suggestion." Mycroft replied softly.“It was good then.” Sherlock says softly.Mycroft nodded. "Gregory and I found someone to treat Sophie's mental health, we received advice on making a safe space for her, and information on getting her an emotional support dog."“Oh wow. That’s excellent.” Sherlock nods.Mycroft nodded. "Sophie was so relaxed and calm with Daisy..."“So you’re going to have a dog.” Sherlock hums, always loving dogs."It'll be like a service dog, Sherlock. Not a pet." Mycroft said softly.“Well we can still pet it.” Sherlock pouts."If the dog is not doing something for Sophie, yes." Mycroft nodded.“Deal.” Sherlock grins.Mycroft chuckled.Sherlock smiles happily."I might also want to pick your brain on something." Mycroft replied.Sherlock looks interested. “Office?”"Not necessary. I wondered if you might help me design a safe space for Sophie...like the one you made for Wiggins."Sherlock nods. “I’d love to.”Mycroft nodded. "I'll grab a notepad." He walks off to his office.“Maybe Wiggins can help as well?” Sherlock suggests, following Mycroft.Mycroft nodded. He grabbed a notepad and a pen. "He'd have some better insight of what she might like."Sherlock goes and gets Wiggins.Mycroft returns to the kitchen.Sherlock sits with Wiggins at the table.
“We’re gonna make Sophie a safe place?” Wiggins smiles at Mycroft.Mycroft nodded. "Gregory and I had discussed making a window with a shelf she can sit on."Wiggins nods. “It has to be soft and something she can easily get out of. It can’t feel like a cage or else she’ll get upset.”Mycroft nodded and made notes. "What if we gave her a way to get from her room to the garden at will?"Wiggins nods. “That would be good. She likes outside. But you have to know when she goes out just in case. Maybe a sensor too.”Mycroft nodded. "We have the nets up so nothing can get in..."“Has to be something she can get out of though.” Sherlock nods.Mycroft nodded. "I can set up a magical force field...one that won't hurt her, just act as a barrier. I am worried she might still feel caged in." Mycroft replied.“What if the barrier let’s her through but nothing in? And if she goes through you know about it.” Wiggins says.Mycroft nodded. "Good point." He sighed.“She’s not going to leave unless she’s scared or gets scared so you don’t have to worry about her running away.” Wiggins says."What if we made it so she can't go out at night." Mycroft suggested.Wiggins nods. “Night is scary. And cold.”
“The spot should be heated as well.” Sherlock says.Mycroft nodded. "A heated window seat?"Wiggins nods. “Warm is safe.”"A heated area." Mycroft nodded making more notes.“It has to smell like you.” Sherlock hums.Mycroft nodded. "A rotated clothing item...or blanket?"Wiggins nods. “Something she can snuggle with.”Mycroft wrote that down too. "Any other suggestions?"“I like something to do in the space. Read or music.” Wiggins smiles.Mycroft nodded. "We could make it a reading nook"“Maybe some stuffed animals. She likes soft things.” Sherlock adds.Mycroft nodded. "Good idea." He wrote that down.“Maybe a button she can push to contact you? Like an intercom or something that notifies you that she needs you there.” Wiggins smiles.Mycroft nodded. "Like a little panic button."Wiggins nods. “That way she knows she can have alone time but if she needs you you’re just a button push away.”"I like that idea." Mycroft smiled.“Maybe she has some suggestions too?” Sherlock hums.Mycroft nodded. "I'll be sure to ask."“I think this is a good base.” Sherlock nods."I agree. Thank you." Mycroft smiled.Wiggins goes back to Anthea and the babies."Thank you Sherlock." Mycroft said softly.“Of course.” Sherlock nods. “Happy to help.” He smiles softly.Sophie wandered in.
"Have a good nap, love?" Mycroft asked softly.Sherlock smiles softly.Sophie nodded and went to Mycroft. He pet her gently.Sherlock goes to Greg and John."Did you enjoy today?" Mycroft asked softly.Sophie nods. “Like Daisy.”"Daddy and I are working on getting you help...which may eventually include getting you an emotional support or service dog." Mycroft replied softly.Sophie looks up at him. “Dog like Daisy?”"Similar...one that does what she does." Mycroft nodded. "...but, we think you should also talk to a therapist about the things that scare you and give you nightmares." He pets her head gently.Sophie frowns. “No want scary talk.”"The doctor only wants to help make the nightmares lessen...less scary." Mycroft replied.“Make go away?” Sophie asks, not wanting the nightmares anymore."In time...not right away. Unfortunately there is no magic that can do that." Mycroft answered softly.Sophie whines softly and pouts."I know it's hard, love...I've been in your position. I know what nightmares can be like. It helps if you talk to someone about it and find out what skills can help you feel better when you do get scared."Sophie nods. “Your wing got hurt?” She asks, having seen the scar from where Mycroft was shot and the story Greg told her."Yes...the bad guys got me and hurt my wing as I got away. Even though Gregory rescued me, I still had nightmares about the bad guys...and what could have happened to me..." Mycroft answered gently.“Greg keep you safe?” Sophie asks, she had a hard time connecting with Greg because he didn’t smell totally like a dragon.Mycroft nodded. "We keep each other safe...he helped me get well, and he helped find the bad guys and get them put in jail for what they did to you and the others."Sophie nods and relaxes.Mycroft smiled. "We were just talking about making a safe space for you...we thought about a book nook heated window seat, with access to the garden, with pillows, plushies, and blankets."Sophie purrs happily and nods. “Safe.”"Exactly." Mycroft smiled. "You tell me what you want for your safe space and I'll make it happen."Sophie smiles and nuzzles Mycroft.Mycroft kissed her head.Sophie cuddles into him.Mycroft holds her close.Sophie relaxes. “I’m happy..”"Good...that's good, love." Mycroft replied softly.Sophie goes and curls up in his pocket.Mycroft pats it softly.Sophie purrs, liking his pocket because it’s warm and she can hear his heartbeat.Mycroft takes note to maybe make a pocket part of her safe space.“Doing okay?” Greg smiles softly.Mycroft nodded. "I think I've convinced her to go to Therapy." He pauses. "She likes my pocket...I was thinking we could take some of my olds suits and make her a pocket nook."“Maybe we can make her like a hammock?” Greg smiles."I think she'd like that." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles and kisses Mycroft’s head.Mycroft leaned into Greg.Greg nuzzles him."I think it'll be okay." Mycroft said softly.“So do I..”
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After a few months of therapy and hard work Sophie was ready to be matched with an emotional support dog.Mycroft smiled and sat next to Greg as several dogs were brought out to meet Sophie.Shelby brought out dogs one by one to spend some time with Sophie. She brings out the third dog that’s a little scarred and missing an ear. “This is Fay.” Shelby says softly.
Fey wags her tail slowly, her healed wounds not holding her back one bit.Sophie holds out her paw nervously.Fay sits and gently sniffs her paw.Sophie slowly moves to pet Fay.Fay lays down."Hi Fay." Sophie pets her gently.Fay relaxes, her tail wagging slowly as she enjoys the pets. She looks up at Sophie with big brown eyes."My Fay." Sophie smiled, nuzzling her.Fay nuzzles her back.
“I think we might have a winner.” Shelby smiles softly at Mycroft and Greg.Sophie scratched Fay's ears.“The dog looks a little rough but they seem to be getting on.” Greg says to Mycroft softly, looking at the dog's scars and missing ear."Rescue from fighting ring." Mycroft replied.“Oh.” Greg nods."A year of training later...she's three." Mycroft said softly.Greg nods, seeing how relaxed Sophie looks.
“I think we can have a home visit.” Shelby smiles.Sophie lays on Fay, snuggling into her fur.
Mycroft nodded. "Alright. Good."“You have all the dog things set up like we talked about?” Shelby asks.
Greg nods. “Bed, toys, food and treats.”Mycroft nodded. "Everything. A spot in the living room and Sophie's room."“Excellent. Would you like us to come over today?” Shelby asks."If you have time." Mycroft nodded with a smile.“Of course. I clear my schedule for pairing day.” Shelby smiles."Thank you so much, Shelby." Mycroft replied with a smile.Shelby smiles and nods. “Now we have to figure out how to separate them so we can go to your house.”Mycroft nodded. "Sophie, love...we have to leave Fay for a bit...you'll see her again later." He said softly.“Keep. Safe.” Sophie looks up at him, still holding onto Fay."I promise you'll see her soon. We need to do the home check first." Mycroft replied softly.Sophie frowns but slowly crawls back to Mycroft. “Fay come home?”"We have to do a home check first, but that is the plan." Mycroft replied softly, picking her up.Sophie nods and cuddles into him.Mycroft kisses her head. "We'll go home and meet up with Shelby and Fay later."Sophie nods. “Okay.”
Later Shelby brings Fay to the house."Hello Shelby.. Fay." Mycroft smiled, letting them in.“Hi.” Shelby smiles and let’s Fay inside. “First we’ll start by showing her where her things are and then maybe we can take a walk around the neighborhood?”Mycroft nodded. "We have a spot in the living room and in Sophie's room." He showed her both.Shelby let’s Fay sniff and look around.
Sophie watches from Mycroft’s pocket."If there's something we need to change or fix, we will." Mycroft said softly.“Everything looks great.” Shelby smiles and nods.Mycroft lets out a sigh of relief. "Do we need to have her test with the hatchlings?"Shelby nods. “Bring them out one by one. Fay has been trained to be around all kinds of people and situations.”Mycroft nodded and went to get the hatchlings. He handed one to Greg and let the other sniff and approach Fay.Fay sits, gently sniffing the hatchling.The hatchling reaches a hand out slowly.Fay sniffs gently.The hatchling scratches Fay's chin.Fay’s leg thumps on the ground softly as she enjoys the scratches.Mycroft takes the other hatchling and puts her on the floor with her sister and Fay.Fay nuzzles the hatchlings.
Sophie crawls down to be with them.Mycroft smiled and looked at Shelby. "Is this alright?"“It’s great.” Shelby smiles and nods.Mycroft smiled. "Do we get to keep Fay?"“All that’s left is the overnight test and the probation period.” Shelby smiles and nods.Mycroft nodded. "Do you need to stay overnight too?"“No. It’s a test to see how you all do together. You just go through your usual routine with her helping.”Mycroft nodded. "Alright. We'll let you know if something happens."“Good. Give me a call if you need anything or have any questions.” Shelby smiles. “You have her list of things, feeding and waking and all that.”Mycroft nodded. "We do. Thank you." He smiled.“Good. I’m just a phone call away.” Shelby smiles.Mycroft walks her out. He turns to Greg. "Well?"“We have a dog.” Greg chuckles softly.Mycroft nodded. He goes back to Sophie and the hatchlings.Fay is laying on the floor, letting the kids pet her.Mycroft smiled. "I'm glad she's not getting territorial over Fay."“It’s good.” Greg nods, smiling softly."So, we'll feed Fay in the living room. She'll sleep in here with Sophie?" Mycroft asked for confirmation.“Sounds good.” Greg nods.Mycroft nodded. He looked at the sheet Shelby gave him.Fay gets up and walks around, looking around.Sophie watched her.
The hatchlings went back to Mycroft, crawling up his shoulders.Fay goes to Sophie, sitting with her.Sophie leans against Fay.Fay relaxes, gently nuzzling Sophie."How are you feeling Sophie?" Mycroft asked softly.“Safe. Warm.” Sophie purrs.Mycroft smiled. "Good."Sophie relaxes, eyes closed. Suddenly she slowly starts to shift and soon there’s a little girl leaning against Fay instead of a dragon.
Fay just nuzzles her.Mycroft gasped. He grabbed a blanket and covered Sophie. "I love you, my darling." He said softly.Sophie blinks slowly, the shift having tired her. “Love daddy..”Mycroft ran a hand over her face. "Our beautiful, little girl...you shifted, love."Sophie frowns a bit and looks at her hands. “I.. I dunno how..”"It's alright, love. Shifting can be linked to emotions. It can be a safety mechanism...Fay allows you to feel safe in a way you never have before." Mycroft tried to explain.Sophie nods. “Safe. Fay protect me like you.”"She's an excellent protector." Mycroft smiled softly. "How about we get you a nice hot bath and wash that hair?" He suggested softly.“I have hair?” Sophie touches her head.Mycroft nodded. "I can show you in the bathroom mirror."“Fay come?” Sophie asks."Of course." Mycroft picked her up and walked into the bathroom.Fay follows them.Mycroft turns on the bathroom light and shows Sophie what she looks like human.“Oh..” Sophie says softly and touches the mirror. “That’s me?” She looks up at Mycroft."It is, love." Mycroft kissed her head.“Oh... never seen me..”Mycroft nodded. "You have lovely blond hair...like rapunzel." He looked at the trail of hair. The hatchlings were playing with the ends. He gave them a warning look. They sat still.“Long.” Sophie says softly and touches it."Very long. We'll wash it and you can decide if you want to keep it this long or cut some off." Mycroft said softly.Sophie nods. “Bath.”Mycroft smiled and looked at Greg. "Can you help me wash her hair?"“Sure.” Greg smiles and nods, filling the bath.Mycroft gathered Sophie's hair, with his free hand.Sophie touches her hair gently, like it’s foreign.Mycroft gets the baby shampoo and the cup they use for the boys.Greg feels the bath. “Ready.” He says to Mycroft.Mycroft pulls the blanket from Sophie and puts her into the water.Fay sits by the bath.
Sophie sits in the water and tips her head back as Greg gently wets her hair.The hatchlings hop up on the toilet, wanting to be a part of what was going on.Greg gently shampoos and massages Sophie’s scalp while Mycroft gets the longer ends.
Sophie purrs under their care.Mycroft smiled at Greg as he washed the ends of Sophie's hair.Sophie smiles, she enjoyed the warm bath.One of the hatchlings chittered at Sophie, wanting to be in the water too.Sophie reaches out to the hatchling.The hatchling jumped into her hands. The second one made a noise, wanting to be in the water too.Sophie scoops up the other and puts them in the water with her.The hatchlings snuggled down into the warm water happily. Mycroft helped Greg rinse her hair of shampoo.Sophie gently cleans the hatchlings.They chittered happily.Sophie smiles happily.Mycroft begins to condition her hair.Sophie looks at Mycroft.Mycroft smiled softly. "You're a wonderful big sister."Sophie smiles. “My babies.”Mycroft looked at Greg not sure if they should correct her.“Baby sisters. That’s right.” Greg nods.
“Sisters.” Sophie pets them.Mycroft smiles.Sophie smiles happily.They rinse her hair before beginning to wash her. Mycroft gave her a cloth to wash the hatchlings with.Sophie gently washes them, chittering to them.They chitter back happily.Sophie rinses then, being gentle.Mycroft and Greg rinse her off and towel dry most of her hair before helping her out of the tub.Sophie wobbles a bit as she tries to walk, used to having a tail to balance her.
Fay stands close so Sophie can hold onto her."It's alright, love." Mycroft said softly and he towel dried her off.“It weird.” Sophie says, getting used to how things feel without scales."It's going to feel different, but in time you'll get used to it." Mycroft replied softly.Sophie nods. “Wanna show Wig.”"Alright. Let's get you dressed and braid your hair, then we can video chat with him." Mycroft replied softly.Sophie smiles and nods.Mycroft left Sophie with Greg for a minute while going to get her some clothes.Greg gently finishes drying her hair.Mycroft came back with some pajamas. "Here we go."“I wear clothes now?” Sophie looks up at him."When in human form, yes. Just like me." Mycroft smiled, putting the shirt on over her head and pulling her hair through. He then helped her put on undies and pajama pants. "There...now we can braid your hair."“Soft.” Sophie wiggles in her pajamas.Mycroft smiled and picked her up, taking her into the bedroom. Greg followed with the hatchlings, a hairbrush, and a scrunchie.“I pretty?” Sophie asks."You're beautiful, love." Mycroft took the brush and began working on her hair.Sophie watches.Mycroft begins braiding Sophie's hair as he'd seen in a YouTube video.Sophie watches, interested in what he’s doing. “Braid?”"Yes. See you divide the hair into three sections and rotate crossing them over each other." Mycroft smiled.Sophie nods. “Pretty.” She smiles."It is." Mycroft nodded. "Do you like the long hair?"“Dunno.” Sophie shrugs."Okay. We'll leave it long for now." Mycroft smiled, finishing her braid.Sophie touches it softly. “Heavy.”Mycroft nodded. "There's a lot of it. Thats what makes it heavy."Sophie swings her head a bit, feeling it."Too heavy?" Mycroft asked softly.“Mm maybe.”"We'll see how you feel about it tomorrow." Mycroft kissed her forehead.Sophie nods. “Call Wig?”Mycroft nodded, pulling out his phone and video calling John, because he knew Sherlock wouldn't answer.“Mycroft? Everything alright?” John questions as he answers.Mycroft smiled. "Everything is wonderful...sophie wanted to say goodnight to Wiggins." Mycroft moved so both he and Sophie were in frame.“Oh!” John grins. “Wiggins!” He calls.
Wiggins comes into view, taking the phone."Wiggins, Sophie wants to say goodnight." Mycroft showed her to Wiggins.“You shifted!” Wiggins grins.
Sophie smiles and nods, her braid whipping around."Look at her hair." Mycroft showed the braid to Wiggins.“It’s so long!” Wiggins smiles.
“Heavy.” Sophie nods.Fay stuck her nose in the phone.“This Fay. She warm. Safe.” Sophie smiles, petting Fay.
“She’s pretty.” Wiggins smiles.Fay nuzzled Sophie.
Mycroft smiled. "Fay is an amazing dog."“I can’t wait to meet her.” Wiggins smiles.
“Come now?” Sophie smiles."Tomorrow." Mycroft said softly.“Morrow.” Sophie smiles and nods."Wiggins, ask John to bring you here after school." Mycroft said softly.“Okay.” Wiggins smiles and nods.
“Wiggins? Who are you talking to?” Sherlock asks from the background, coming over.Mycroft smiled.
Fay stuffed her nose in the phone trying to get to Wiggins.“Oh Sophie.” Sherlock smiles, sitting next to Wiggins.Fay lay down on the bed next to Sophie.
Mycroft waved the end of her braid at the camera.Sophie giggles and smiles.
“Very pretty.” Sherlock smiles.Mycroft smiled. "It's getting late. We'll talk with you tomorrow."“Bye bye!” Sophie smiles.
“See you tomorrow.” Wiggins smiles.Mycroft ends the call. He smiles at Sophie. "Bedtime, love."Sophie nods. “Fay come bed?”"Fay has a bed right next to yours." Mycroft replied softly, though he knew the dog would sleep in Sophie's bed anyway.Sophie nods and gets under her covers.Mycroft kisses her forehead and tucks her in. "Goodnight, love. Gregory and I will see you tomorrow."“Night night, Daddy and Papa.” Sophie mumbles softly as she falls asleep.Mycroft smiled as he and Greg left the room with the sleeping hatchlings.“Papa. I’m papa.” Greg whispers and grins.Mycroft kissed Greg's cheek as they walked to the nursery. "You are, love."Greg smiles happily and lays the hatchlings in their nests.The babies slept soundly.Greg follows Mycroft to their bed."I think today worked out well." Mycroft replied softly.“So do I.” Greg nods, putting on his pajamas.Mycroft undressed and put his pajamas on before getting into bed.Greg sighs softly as he lays down. “You haven’t had a heat in a while.” He says as the thought occurs to him.Mycroft pauses. "Now I'm not going to sleep."“Sorry. I just thought of it.” Greg frowns. “We haven’t had unprotected sex. And even then I’ve been bottoming more than you. Maybe it’s because of all the hatchlings?”"It could be menopause." Mycroft offered.“Ohh.” Greg nods.Mycroft nodded. "I'll make an appointment with the doctor."Greg nods. “Come here.” He says softly.Mycroft cuddled close to Greg.Greg kisses his head and rubs his back. “I love you.”"I love you too." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles softly and relaxes.Mycroft closes his eyes.Greg falls asleep holding Mycroft.Mycroft falls asleep as well.
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“Dad! We gotta go!” Wiggins calls out as he puts on his shoes for school."I'm coming!" John replied, pulling on his coat.“Here.” Sherlock hands them both their lunch bags. “Have a good day at school.” He kisses Wiggins' head. “Have a good day at the clinic.” He kisses John.John nods. "Later, love." He rushes Wiggins out the door.Sherlock chuckles as he watches them.John got Wiggins into the waiting car and they headed to the school first.Wiggins unrolls the window."You're in a hurry today." John smiled.“Want to see Sophie and her dog.” Wiggins smiles. “Sooner school is over sooner I can see them.”"Ah...you know that might actually make the day go slower." John chuckled.“Ughhhhhh.” Wiggins whines.John ruffled his hair as they pulled up to the school. "Have a good day."“Bye dad.” Wiggins smiles and goes to school.John smiled and continued on to work.Sherlock goes to the morgue to see if Molly has anything interesting in.Molly is working on a new body.“Morning, Molly.” Sherlock sits a coffee for her on the counter."Morning...thank you." Molly smiled softly.“Anything good in?” Sherlock asks, peering over her shoulder."Heart attack...25...athlete in good health." Molly replied.“Drugs?” Sherlock asks."Toxicology hasn't come back yet." Molly said.“Mind if I?” Sherlock pulls off his coat and teaches for some gloves, his small rounded bump pulling on his shirt."Sherlock are you expecting?" Molly asked.“Mm? Oh no. Unfertilized egg so my heats calm down. No actual child here.” Sherlock assures her.Molly nodded. "Good, otherwise I'd kick you out." She smiled softly.“Molly Hooper, you’d discriminate against me if I was with child?” Sherlock teases."John would kick my arse and you know it." Molly chuckled.“Maybe not kick it but a very strong grumpy word with it definitely.” Sherlock chuckles.Molly nodded. "All his organs look good and I didn't see any signs of any track marks."Sherlock nods, looking between the toes and fingers."I checked." Molly said softly.“I know.” Sherlock nods."I don't think he died of natural causes." Molly replied.“Why do you think that? Talk it through.”"Like I said, healthy athlete. Only thing wrong with him was IBS and Diverticulitis...according to his records. He liked to exercise, but not enough to kill him." Molly said.“Unknown heart defect?”Molly pointed out the heart. "It's possible...but there's no physical signs."Sherlock frowns and pulls back, looking over the body. “Going to cut him open?”Molly nodded and used her scalpel to cut him open before opening the rib cage.Sherlock stands back, watching her work and giving her room.Molly looks at his innards. "Everything looks good."Sherlock frowns as he looks."I know that face. What did I miss?" Molly asked.“Nothing, Molly. Nothing..” Sherlock frowns, everything looks perfectly normal."It has to be something he ingested." Molly replied.“We’ll get cultures of his stomach and contents of it.” Sherlock nods.Molly nods and begins her autopsy.Sherlock watches, assisting where he can."Alright, we'll send these into the lab and wait for the results." Molly said, marking the jars.Sherlock nods. “Blood cultures as well.”"Yep." Molly put everything on a tray to take up to the lab.“How are you?” Sherlock asks."Good. Dad likes Mrs. Hudson. So, thank you for the suggestion." Molly smiled.“Good. I’m glad.” Sherlock smiles."I think she likes him too. Someone to chatter at." Molly chuckled.“He lets her go on and on as long as she’s baking.” Sherlock chuckles."At least she's being considerate about his diabetes too." Molly smiled.“She makes sure to find all diabetes friendly recipes. She’s even asked Wiggins to look some up on the internet.” Sherlock smiles.Molly nodded. "They've both been so good to Dad."“He looked after Wiggins. I can never repay that.”Molly gave him an empathetic smile.“Have you been seeing someone, Molly?” Sherlock asks softly, his sense of smell more pronounced than before.Molly blushed. "It's a weird story."“We’ve got time.” Sherlock shrugs. “And I doubt it’s weirder than him carrying a non viable egg.” He snorts."He's the son of one of my customers..." Molly said quietly.Sherlock raises a brow. “Oh?”"I felt bad for him...he was cute...it just sort of happened." Molly said.“Was he any good?”"Sherlock!" Molly scolded.“What? It’s a standard question.” Sherlock shrugs. “Is he a shifter?”"He's...like a werewolf, but a large cat instead." Molly replied.“Ah.” Sherlock nods. “You do like cats.” He smiles softly.Molly blushed bright red.“Going to keep seeing him?”"I don't know yet...it's only been a few dates and one sleepover. I do like him." Molly replied.“Has he met your dad?” Sherlock asks."No. But we've talked about him. Ben...that's his name...his dad has dementia real bad."“Ah so he had some idea.” Sherlock nods.Molly nodded. "It's kind of been freeing in a way...having someone who's dealing with a difficult parent situation...to talk to." Molly smiled.“I’m glad.” Sherlock smiles.Molly nodded. "So, you think the egg will keep you from having so many heats?"Sherlock nods. “At least ease their severity. That’s the hope"I hope it does." Molly stored the patient away and took off her gloves. "I'm going to take these to the lab...since my assistant seems to keep disappearing on me."“I’ll take them. They probably saw me and scattered.”"Better not...but you can walk with me." Molly offered.Sherlock nods and takes off his gloves, putting his suit jacket back on.Molly waited for him by the door.Sherlock follows her out."How's things with Wiggins?" Molly asked.“Good. His wings are getting stronger everyday.” Sherlock smiles."Good!" Molly smiled.“We’re thinking of scheduling his surgery when his school has let out for the summer. That way he has time to recover and not fall behind.”"Probably a good idea." Molly agreed.“He’s worried.”"About the surgery?" Molly asked as they got on the elevator.Sherlock nods. “Seeing your dad get better after surgery has helped a lot.”"It's normal to feel that way about surgery." Molly nodded as they got off the elevator.“It is more dangerous for shifters as well to go under anesthesia.” Sherlock frowns as he follows her."I know...but they used to operate without anything at all." Molly replied softly. "And they're developing new medicine and such every day.”“I’m just.. worried. All the time about him.” Sherlock sighs."Oh? Why is that?" Molly stopped in the hallway to ask.“He knew the people from the trafficking ring. He told me to keep quiet. Not to say anything. I.. He must have seen what happens to someone when they don’t.” Sherlock frowns. “Not knowing about his past is driving me mad.”"You can't force it out of him...but you can offer him the opportunity to tell someone else...a professional. I believe Mycroft mentioned Sophie is seeing someone."Sherlock frowns and nods. “John and I have been thinking about it as well. Maybe because he doesn’t seem as traumatized we’ve been putting it off..”"Trauma can build up over time...it'll be nasty later down the road." Molly nodded.Sherlock nods. “John and I will make Wiggins an appointment with the one Mycroft and Greg use for Sophie.”"That's a good idea." Molly smiled, rubbing his arm. "Let me drop this off and we can go get something to eat."“My treat.” Sherlock smiles.Molly nods and goes through a set of double doors. She gave them the tray before going back to Sherlock.“Let’s go out somewhere. The cafeteria makes me gag.” Sherlock hums.Molly nodded. "Alright." She smiled.Sherlock smiles and walks out with her.They walk to a little cafe about a block away.Sherlock gets two orders of crisps and a sandwich.Molly gets a half salad half sandwich.Sherlock dips his chips in vinegar.Molly stabbed her salad.“So when do I get to meet your beau?” Sherlock hums."I don't know...soonish." Molly replied.“No rush.” Sherlock says softly, just wanting to make sure she was safe.Molly dug out her phone. "Here's his name and number if you want to stalk him."“I could have found it anyway.” Sherlock smiles slyly and takes the information anyway.Molly smiled. "Just thought I'd make it easy on you."“Just because I’m pseudo knocked up doesn’t mean my mental capacity is diminished.” He teases.Molly smiled. "You'd find out anyway so why fight it."“True.” Sherlock chuckles.Molly took a bite of her sandwich.Sherlock sends a few texts and actually eats all of his lunch.Molly smiles and eats her salad.“Does he have a barbed penis?” Sherlock asks suddenly.Molly choked on her food. "...what? No...I mean...his shifted form might, but I haven't seen him like that."“Ah.” Sherlock nods.Molly blushes.“There's not a lot of empirical research on shifters.”Molly nodded.“Maybe I should work on that..”"How about I let you know if and when it comes up." Molly replied.Sherlock hums and nods.Molly eats her sandwich.Sherlock finishes his chips."Well, I think I should get back and see if my assistant has found his way back to his job." Molly stood.“I’ll walk you back.” Sherlock goes with her.Molly nodded, throwing out her trash.Sherlock does the same and walks with her back to Bart’s. “Let me know what you get on the samples.”"I will." Molly nods.Sherlock gives her a hug and goes on his way.Molly goes back to the lab.Sherlock walks the streets.
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Wiggins sits nervously in the bed waiting to go to surgery.The doctor comes in and sits on the bed. "Hey buddy...you nervous?" He asked softly.Wiggins nods. “A little.” He looks at Sherlock and John."That's normal. Now we need you to be shifted so we can do the surgery, and you'll have to stay that way for at least a month after so your wing can heal properly. The nurse is going to come in and put in an IV, then wheel you to surgery." He pulled out Wiggins's x rays. "This is what we are going to try and fix."Wiggins looks at the x rays with John and Sherlock. “So you’re going to break my wing again so it can heal right?” He asks, making sure."Yes. Its the only way to correct it." The doctor smiled softly. "Any questions?"Wiggins shakes his head.
“How long will he stay here after?” Sherlock asks."I would say a few days. Mostly for observation, because of the effect anesthesia has on shifters. But don't worry, we do lots of surgeries on shifters without problems. But we will monitor you closely anyway." The doctor replied.“Okay.” Wiggins nods and shifts.The doctor smiled and stood as the nurse came in.
She started an IV. "Okay. All set. We'll see your parents in recovery." She unlocked the bed using the pedals on the bottom.Sherlock and John give Wiggins a hug. “We’ll be right there when you come out.”Wiggins nodded and hugs them back before the nurse takes him to the OR.Sherlock takes John’s hand.John gives it a squeeze. "He'll be alright."Sherlock nods, craving a cigarette."Let's go for a walk." John suggested.Sherlock nods and follows John. He takes out his phone and texts Mycroft that they took Wiggins to surgery.'Let me know when he's out of surgery.'-MH‘Will do.-SH’
“Did they take Wiggins back?” Greg asks softly, they had taken the kids to a park near the hospital so they could be close just in case and because Sophie was nervous so being outside helped."They have. Sherlock will let us know when Wiggins is in recovery." Mycroft replied.“Okay.” Greg holds Mycroft’s hand, watching the kids running around in the grass."It's good to get outside." Mycroft smiled.Greg nods. “Sophie is enjoying it.” He smiles, watching her run around with Fay.”"She's gained a lot of confidence since we got Fay." Mycroft agreed.“She’s shifting more easily as well.” Greg smiles."For which I am glad." Mycroft smiled.Greg hums and nods, rubbing Mycroft’s back."Her hair is a bit to manage though." Mycroft chuckled.Greg nods. “Maybe we should talk about cutting it again?” He asks, just as Sophie trips on one of her braids."Probably. We can offer to leave it long...just not longer than her." Mycroft replied.“You okay, sweetie?” Greg calls to her but she was already up and running again along side Fay.
“I okay!!” Sophie giggles.
Greg chuckles softly.Mycroft smiled. "It's good to see her playing happily.Greg smiles and nods. “Really good.”Mycroft caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He saw a man with a dart gun. "Gregory get the kids out of here." Mycroft lept in front of the kids just as the man shot the dart. It hit him in the arm. He shifted to his largest form and growled at the man.Greg grabbed the kids, doing as mycroft ordered.Mycroft swipes at the man, snorting and threatening him with a flame before falling over dizzy.Greg gets the kids away and calls Anthea."Hi Greg. What's up?" Anthea smiles.“We were in the park by the hospital. A man with a dart gun got Mycroft.”"Fuck! Where the hell was security?" She taps on the computer keyboard. "Sending another team to you now. I can see Victor coming to you now. Go with him."“I don’t know. He just came out of nowhere.” Greg frowns, trying to keep the kids calm."Go with Victor. Drew should be there soon. We'll take care of Mycroft." Anthea replied.“Please.” Greg frowns and takes the kids with Victor when he gets there."They distracted us...Cat is moving to Mycroft's location." Victor piled the kids into an suv.Greg holds them close."Let's get you out of here." Victor drove off.
Mycroft lay on the ground groggy.Anthea races to the park.Cat was sitting next to full form Mycroft after having captured the shooter.
Mycroft tried to get up.
Drew pulled up and his team did a full canvas of the area.“Myc? Are you alright?” Anthea goes to him, checking his pupils."Neurotoxin..." Mycroft managed to get out.
"Shit." Drew cursed. "He needs a hospital."
"I've got it." Cat pulled out a little pack from her bag. She pulled out a syringe with a liquid in it.Anthea calls for an ambulance.Cat opens Mycroft's mouth and stabs him in the gums, as his scales in this form were too big and too hard. "This should help."
Mycroft made a noise of discomfort.“It’s okay. You’ll be okay.” Anthea pets his head."They've been stalking us..." Drew said. "They knew...knew we'd be here."“I want a team sent to the hospital to watch out for Sherlock and John and Wiggins. Do not be seen.” Anthea orders."I'll head there now." Drew replied.
Cat injected Mycroft with something else.
He painfully started to shift back to human. He passed out.Anthea keeps her fingers on his pulse. “I want a code red until we have a handle on things. Get Greg and the kids locked down at a safe house. Make sure Sherlock and John are secure. Have someone watch Wiggins surgery to make sure nothing is amiss.” She orders.Drew nodded. "On it." He sprinted off, calling the team back to the car.
"I gave him something to counteract the toxin. He'll be out for a bit." Cat said.“Thank you, Cat.” Anthea nods and pets Mycroft’s head. “I want whoever’s done this found and skinned alive.”"I will find them..." She stood and went to get the man she'd captured. "This should be a good start."When the private ambulance arrives Anthea gets in with Mycroft, not leaving him for a second."Gre-...kids..." Mycroft mumbled.“They’re okay. They’re safe.” Anthea assures him.Mycroft passed out.Anthea stays with him.'Team in place with Holmes-Watson.'-Drew‘Keep me informed.-Ant’
Anthea the texts Victor. ‘Arrived at the safe house?-Ant’'Arrived and on lock down. Sophie needs her anxiety meds.'-V‘I’ll have them delivered.-Ant’'Very good. Waiting on standby for status updates."-V‘Tell Greg in on the way to the hospital with Mycroft and he’s stable at the moment.-Ant’'Will do.'-VAnthea follows Mycroft into the hospital as he’s wheeled in."What was he hit with?" The doctor asked.“Neurotoxin.”"And Cat gave him something to shift back?" The doctor asked as they rushed him into trama bay.Anthea nods. “He was barely conscious for a moment.”The doctor nodded. "A bit of adrenaline or epinephrine most likely." They transferred Mycroft to a hospital bed and started a drip IV and something to counter act what Mycroft was given.Anthea stands by, watching the doctors work.Mycroft's body kept trying to shift. "I need more of that stabilizer."A nurse brings more stabilizer. “We may have to sedate him.”"I agree." The doctor gives Mycroft the injection. "Lets sedate him now."The nurse hands over the sedative.The doctor gives it to Mycroft. "Nurse, draw some blood so we can try and pinpoint exactly what he was given."The nurse nods and does as she’s told.They manage to stabilize Mycroft for the moment. "He'll be alright while we check his blood."Anthea nods, taking Mycroft’s hand.Cat texted Anthea. 'Dart was meant for Sophie. As revenge for Mycroft taking on the trafficers. It won't kill him, but he'll be sick for a long while.'Anthea relaxes a bit. ‘Double the security for Greg and the kids. Make sure Sophie has her anxiety meds.-Ant’'On it boss.'-CatAnthea goes back to watching over Mycroft.Cat got Sophie's meds and her anxiety blanket, after having put another team on Greg and the kids.“How is he?” Greg asks Cat when the kids are settled in for a nap."Stable. They're working on finding out what he was shot with. It made him continuously shift between forms... they gave him something for that...and they sedated him." Cat replied, looking at the text from Anthea.Greg nods. “I couldn’t help him. I had to get the kids away. He told me to get them away..”"You did the right thing." Cat said, putting a hand on his arm. "Anthea will make sure he gets the proper care he needs."Greg nods a bit. “Thank you. All of you for this.”Cat nodded.
"Security system is all set and ready to go." Victor said walking into the room.“Thank you.” Greg nods."You're welcome. Secure internet is up as well." Victor replied.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Cat asked.Greg shakes his head. “I’d just like updates on Mycroft’s condition as often as possible.”"I'll make sure Victor passes them along. I'm heading back to HQ." Cat replied.
"Thanks." Victor smiled.“Thank you.” Greg watches her go before going to check on the kids. They were all in dragon form curled up with Fay.Fay looked up at Greg.Greg pets her gently. “It’s okay.” He says softly.Fay nuzzled his hand.“Good girl.” He praises softly.Victor brings in the things Cat brought.“Thanks.” Greg says softly.Victor nodded. "I'm sorry, Greg." He said quietly.“I..” Greg just swallows and nods.Victor places a hand on Greg's shoulder.Greg watches the kids. “He’s going to be okay, right?”"Yes. He's in excellent care." Victor replied.Greg nods and relaxes a bit."I'll keep you posted." Victor left.Greg nods and keeps watch over the kids.
Sherlock looks up as Wiggins is wheeled into the recovery room."He'll be out for a little while...it takes longer for shifters to come out of anesthesia." The doctor said. "I've assigned Tasha to be your nurse for now. I believe your team has vetted her."
"We have." Drew said from the door.Sherlock goes to Wiggins and gently pets his head, seeing his wing and back wrapped in bandages. They had been notified about the threat when Wiggins was being brought back to the room.Tasha checked all his vitals before leaving them in peace.“He made it.” Sherlock says to John softly.John nodded. "He'll be alright." He ran a hand over Wiggins's side.Sherlock nods, happy to have their hatchling back.Tasha came back in with another pack of fluids. She also checked his oxygen. "He's doing well, breathing on his own."“He’s smart like that.” Sherlock nods.John chuckled.
Tasha smiled. "I'll be back in half an hour to check on you."Sherlock nods and gently pets Wiggins head.John wraps an arm around Sherlock.Sherlock relaxes against him, not taking his eyes off Wiggins.Tasha returned on time, checking vitals and such. "Doctor said I could give him more medicine to help him wake up." She said, putting it into Wiggins's IV.Sherlock nods, watching Wiggins for any signs of consciousness.A few minutes later Wiggins began to groggily open his eyes.“Hey, Wig.” John smiles softly.
“How are you feeling?” Sherlock asks softly."Dad...tired..." He looked at his wing. "It's stiff."“I know. You can sleep.” Sherlock pets his head.Wiggins nodded. "Did it go well?"“It did. You did very well.” Sherlock nods.Wiggins put his head back down and promptly fell asleep.Sherlock smiles softly, happy Wiggins seems okay."He's pulled through." John said softly. "We just have to keep him running around and hurting himself."Sherlock nods. “Easier said than done.”John nodded in agreement."Page me when he wakes and needs pain meds." Tasha said softly.“Thank you.” Sherlock nods.Tasha nodded and smiled before leaving.
"She seems nice." John smiled.Sherlock nods. “They pick nice people to work with kids.”John nodded. "Better personalities...they care more."Sherlock nods. “They need it.”"I agree." John replied.Sherlock watches Wiggins. “Will you call Greg and tell him Wiggins is well? And get an update on Mycroft.”"Of course." John nodded. "I'll be right outside." He took out his phone once in the hall and called Greg.“John? Everything alright?” Greg sounds worried."Yeah. Wiggins is out of surgery and doing good. How are you and the kids? Any word on Mycroft?" John asked.“Alright. They’re doing their best to be calm. Mycroft is stable.” Greg nods."Good..." John replied. "Any idea what this is about?"“I don’t know. It’s pay back they think.”"Shit...okay....well, kiss the kids for me." John replied.“I will. Anthea says that she has a team there watching for you three as well.”"Yeah. Drew is here." John said.“Good good.” Greg relaxes a bit."I'll check back in with you in a few hours then. Let us know if you hear anything about Mycroft." John said.“I will. You do the same.”"We will." John hung up and went back to Sherlock.Sherlock looks up. “Everything alright?”"Greg and the kids are settled into the safe house. Mycroft is stable. Greg will let us know if anything changes.”“Good.” Sherlock visibly relaxes.John nodded.Sherlock leans against John.John kissed his head. "We'll get through this."Sherlock nods. “Thank you..”"You're welcome, love." John said softly.Sherlock hums softly. “You should ask the nurse for a sandwich.”"Alright." John nodded. He paged the nurse and asked.
"Oh. Yes of course." She smiled and hurried off.Sherlock pulls his chair closer to the bed and finally sits.John stands next to them.A few minutes later the nurse returned. "I stood and watched them make it. So you should be safe." She smiled.
John nodded. "Thank you."
Tasha nodded and checked Wiggins's vitals and pain medication volume.“He hasn’t made any noises of discomfort.” Sherlock tells her."That's good. I just want to make sure his morphine drip is still going. When he wakes fully we can give him a button to push when he needs something for pain, mind you it only gives so much...to keep people from ODing themselves." She smiles softly.Sherlock nods, well versed in pain medication."All set. I'll check in with you in half an hour." Tasha smiled and left.“Eat, John. You haven’t had anything since last night.” Sherlock says softly. He and John hadn’t eaten in solidarity with Wiggins since he couldn’t eat before his surgery.John gave half the sandwich to Sherlock.Sherlock nibbles at the sandwich.John eats his half of the sandwich.Sherlock leans against John.John rubs his back.Sherlock relaxes against him.Wiggins stirred a little, but did not wake.Sherlock keeps his eyes glued to Wiggins."No...I won't let you hurt them..." Wiggins mumbled in his sleep.“It’s alright, Wiggy. You’re safe.” Sherlock rubs his thumb over Wiggins forehead.Wiggins whimpered. "No! Don't...she's just a baby!"Sherlock frowns. “Wiggins? It’s alright. You’re safe.”“No! Not Vivian!" Wiggins cried out, waking himself. He panted in fear.
John held Wiggins firmly but gently, so he wouldn't hurt himself.“It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re safe. We’re right here.” Sherlock says softly."Dad?" Wiggins panted.
"It's alright, love. We're here." John rubbed his side.
Wiggins nodded, sniffing.Sherlock gently wipes his tears. “It’s okay, Wig.” He says softly."I'm sorry..." Wiggins said quietly.
"Its alright...I have nightmares too." John said softly.Once Wiggins has calmed down Sherlock asks. “Wig, who’s Vivian?”Wiggins's eyes widened. "Vivian...we...we tried to escape together. She...they caught her." He didn't say more.Sherlock frowns and nods.John looked at Sherlock.Sherlock frowns, he’ll have to ask Mycroft’s team to look into it after everything is calmed down."We're here, love. You're safe with us." John said softly.“Are you thirsty? Would you like a sip of water?” Sherlock asks softly."Water." Wiggins nodded.Sherlock gets him a cup to drink from.Wiggins takes an awkward sip.
"Straw, Sherlock." John said softly.“Oh right right.” Sherlock puts a straw in the cup.Wiggins took another sip. It was much easier this time.Sherlock holds the cup steady, feeling like an idiot for not remembering the straw.Wiggins finished drinking. "Thank you."Sherlock nods and sits the cup down. “Do you need anything? More pillows? Blankets?”"No. I'm good." Wiggins replied.“How about a cuddle?” Sherlock asks, gently petting Wiggins little scaled head.Wiggins nodded.
"Careful of that wing." John said softly.Sherlock shifts into dragon form and climbs into bed with Wiggins.Wiggins presses his face into Sherlock's chest.Sherlock cuddles him carefully.John sat in the chair.Sherlock gently pets Wiggins hair. “They said you did good in surgery and they were able to fix everything.”Wiggins nodded. "Okay."“How are you feeling?” Sherlock asks softly."Sore...but not in pain, yet." Wiggins replied.“Alright. If that changes let us know.”"I will." Wiggins nodded.“They did say before that we can ask for movies or a video game system if you’d like.”"Maybe later. I'm still kind of tired." Wiggins replied softly.“Okay. You can rest as much as you like.” Sherlock nuzzles him.Wiggins nodded, going back to sleep.Sherlock holds Wiggins close, carefully wrapping his wings around his hatchling.John watched them with a sad smile.Sherlock looks at John.John gave him a sad smile.“He’ll be okay.” Sherlock says softly.John nodded. "I know."Anthea looks up from her phone when she sees Mycroft move."Sophie...is she okay?" Mycroft asked groggily.“She’s fine. Everyone’s safe.” Anthea assures him.Mycroft opened his eyes and looked at Anthea. "I hurt all over..."“I know. You were hit with a neurotoxin so your nerves took a beating. I can ask them to give you some pain meds.”Mycroft nodded.Anthea presses the button for the nurse and asks for pain meds.The nurse comes in and gives him some meds.“Those should help soon.” Anthea says softly. “Would you like me to call Greg for you? He’s at a safe house with the kids and Victor.”"Please." Mycroft replied.Anthea nods and calls Greg.
“Ant? Is he okay? What’ve the doctors said?” Greg answers on the first ring.
“Everything is okay. He wants to talk to you.” Anthea smiles softly.
“He’s awake?” Greg sighs in relief.
Anthea hands the phone to Mycroft."Gregory...are you and the hatchlings alright?" Mycroft asked.“Oh My.” Greg almost bursts into tears at Mycroft’s voice. “We’re fine, love. We’re all okay.”"Good...you're safe?" Mycroft asked.“We are. Victor and the team are here. I’m not sure where here is but it’s a safe house. I’m so sorry I can’t be with you.” He says softly."Don't be...our hatchlings need you." Mycroft replied.“I’m so glad you’re okay.” Greg says, a tear slipping down his cheek."I'm fine..." Mycroft said.Greg takes a few deep breaths. “Okay.”"I may be here a while though..." Mycroft said.“As long as you’re okay.”"I will be. Anthea will see to that." Mycroft said softly.Greg smiles softly. “The hatchlings are okay. Sophie had a little anxiety attack but Fay helped her calm down enough to take her medicine.”"Oh, no...is she alright?" Mycroft asked, concerned.“She’s okay. She’s napping with the other hatchlings. Oh Wiggins is out of surgery. It went well.”"Oh, good...good." Mycroft replied.“So we’re.. we’re all okay.”"Alright...I'm going to pass back out now..." Mycroft promptly fell back into oblivion.Greg says his goodbyes to him and Anthea before going to check on the kids.Sophie looked up at Greg. "Was that Daddy?"“It was. He’s okay.” Greg nods.Sophie nodded. "And Wiggie?"“He’s okay too.” Greg nods and pets her head.Sophie nuzzled Greg's hand, feeling safer in dragon form since the whole thing went down.“You’re doing so good, love. I’m proud of you.” Greg praises.Fay nuzzles Sophie.
"We go home?" Sophie asked.“Soon, love.” Greg says softly, not sure how soon that would be.Sophie nodded.Greg rubs her little scaled head. “Maybe next time when Daddy calls you can talk to him.”"Yes, please." Sophie nodded.Greg smiles softly."Hug?" Sophie asked.“Course, love.” Greg scoops her up and hugs her close.Sophie shifts and wraps her arms around Greg. "Stay."“I’m not going anywhere.” Greg sits, holding her close."Why bad man hut Daddy?" Sophie asked.“I don’t know, love.” Greg says softly. “But Aunt Anthea is working on it.”Sophie nodded.Greg holds her and rubs her back."Stay with me." Sophie whispered.“Not going anywhere.” Greg kisses her head.Sophie let go and sat back down with Fay and the other hatchlings.Greg sits, trying to relax.The kids huddle around him and Fay.Greg cuddles them all close."Papa." Sophie said quietly, nuzzling him.“I’m right here.” Greg says softly, nuzzling her back.Sophie leaned against him and Fay, falling back asleep.Greg watches the hatchlings sleep.
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Three days later everyone was home. They decided to stay at Mycroft’s while the raids were being conducted through the world to take down the trafficking rings.Anthea had taken over Mycroft’s position while he healed and made sure the raids went smoothly.Mycroft lay in bed, surrounded by his hatchlings and Fay.Greg brings in a tray of food for mycroft and the hatchlings who refuse to leave him longer than a potty break."Thank you, love." Mycroft said as Greg fastened his bib. Mycroft had as much trouble with movements as if he'd had a stroke. The bib was to keep him from making too much mess as he brought the for or spoon up to his mouth.“Need help?” Greg sits on the side of the bed.Mycroft sighed. "Maybe." He said picking up his utensils.“Try. When you get tired I’ll help.” Greg rubs his leg.Mycroft nodded. He cut his food with shaking hands.Greg watches, wanting to help but not wanting to make Mycroft feel useless.Mycroft's shaky hand lifted a piece of food towards his mouth.Greg watches him.Sophie watched sadly.Mycroft managed to get the food into his mouth after a couple of tries.“It’s getting better.” Greg smiles softly.Mycroft sighed. "I suppose...with time and physical therapy."Greg nods. “You’re already lifting your arms on your own.”Mycroft nodded. "It's hard with the shaking."“It’ll get stronger.” Greg nods. “Want me to help you finish?”Mycroft nodded. "Please."Greg helps Mycroft finish his food and takes his medicine."Thank you...I'm sorry to be a burden." Mycroft said softly.“Mycroft, you are my husband and mate. Not a burden. I won’t hear any more of that.” Greg kisses him.Mycroft kissed him back.“I love you. No matter what.” Greg nuzzles him."I love you too." Mycroft replied.Greg smiles softly.Mycroft's hands were shaking.Greg takes Mycroft’s hands and kisses his knuckles.Mycroft gives him a small smile.Greg smiles. “Wiggins wants to say hi and show off his cast.”Mycroft nodded. "Alright."Greg nods and goes get Wiggins.Sherlock comes in carrying Wiggins who has a lightweight cast on his wing.Mycroft smiled. "How's my favorite nephew?"“Better. Anesthesia is Yucky.” Wiggins makes a face.Sherlock chuckles softly and sets Wiggins on the bed with the other hatchlings.Mycroft nodded. "I know." He smiled softly.Wiggins relaxes against Mycroft. “How are you feeling?”"So so. I can feed myself for the most part...but the tremors are still there." Mycroft replied softly.“It’ll get better. Soon we can fly together.” Wiggins smiles.Mycroft smiled softly. "I'd like that."Wiggins smiles and relaxes against him as Sophie comes over to look at his cast.Mycroft smiled softly.“I’m okay.” Wiggins says to Sophie."I know. You're a strong boy." Mycroft brought a shaky hand up to pet Wiggins's head.Wiggins rubs his head against Mycroft’s hand.Mycroft held his hand there for a moment before it weakened and dropped.Wiggins rests against him. “Tired..” He sighs.Mycroft nodded.Wiggins cuddles against Mycroft.Mycroft drapes his arm over Wiggins in a way that was comfortable for both of them.Wiggins falls asleep against Mycroft, his body still working through the anesthesia.Sophie snuggled up to Wiggins.Mycroft smiled softly.“Anything I can get you?” Sherlock asks softly."Not currently...maybe a sweet or something." Mycroft smiled.“There’s no shortage of that. Greg has been baking in his free time.” Sherlock smiles softly.Mycroft nodded. "I know...I'm going to be huge by the time I'm able to walk again."“You can work it off with Wiggins.” Sherlock chuckles softly.Mycroft chuckled softly. "Indeed."Sherlock smiles and goes to get Mycroft something sweet.Mycroft sighs and leans his head back.Greg looks up from the cake he’s frosting when Sherlock comes in. “Everything alright?”"Mycroft's craving something sweet...he's emotionally eating." Sherlock said quietly.“And I’m emotionally baking.” Greg sighs. “He’s worried he’s not going to get better but he’s barely been out of the hospital for a day.”"He's worried he can't protect his family...or provide for them anymore." Sherlock replied.“That’s ridiculous. I still work and we have more agents around at the moment than I’ve ever seen and I doubt Anthea would leave us high and dry if it comes to that.” Greg frowns."Yes, but...that's how he's feeling, no matter what the situation is. He's gotten those thoughts in his head and it's eating at him."Greg frowns. “I should talk to him..”"Later. The hatchlings are sleeping if you don't want to start an argument." Sherlock said quietly.Greg nods and cuts a slice of cake, putting it on a plate before handing the plate to Sherlock.Sherlock nodded and went back to Mycroft, who was dozing.Sophie looks at Sherlock.Sherlock gives her a small smile. He takes the fork and grabs a bit of cake, holding it out to her.Sophie comes down and eats the bite, purring."Not too much." Mycroft smiled softly.Sherlock feeds Sophie another bite.Sophie wiggles happily as she eats the cake.Mycroft smiled. "I'd like some too."Sherlock fed him a bite."Thank you." Mycroft said softly.Sophie licks the crumbs Sherlock’s drops.Mycroft chuckled.Sherlock gives Sophie another bite.Sophie hums happily, her wings twitching.Sherlock grinned and fed the last bite to Mycroft.Mycroft smiled and licked his lips.“Papa makes yummy cake.” Sophie purrs.Mycroft smiled. "He does indeed."Sophie smiles happily.Mycroft smiled, wishing he had better control of his arm, so he could pet her head.Sophie crawls up onto Mycroft’s chest and nuzzles his cheek.Mycroft turned his head and kissed her cheek.Sophie purrs happily and cuddles against him."My little girl." Mycroft said softly.“Yours.” Sophie stretches her wings a bit and covers Mycroft like he does to her.Mycroft was very proud with the progress Sophie had made in physical therapy.“Not a lot but better.” Sophie preens a bit."You're doing very good, love." Mycroft smiled.Sophie giggles and cuddles against him.Mycroft smiled.
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After a month Anthea had finished the operation to take out the trafficking ring and captured all the people involved who hurt Mycroft.Mycroft was still making a slow recovery, but he was getting better. Anthea was letting him work from home now. At least having the meeting. He still couldn't type very well.Dr. Simons comes to the house to do Sophie’s and Wiggins’ physical therapy since things were still on alert. She knocks on Mycroft’s office door when she finishes with the kids session."Enter." Mycroft says, turning towards the door.Dr. Simons comes in and smiles. “Hello, Mr. Holmes. How are you?”"Alright. And yourself?" Mycroft asked with a smile.“Good. Sophie did very well today. The warm baths and stretches are really helping. Fay has really bolstered her confidence.” Dr. Simons smiles and comes in, sitting in a chair across from Mycroft’s desk.Mycroft nodded. "That's good news. Fey has been wonderful. Though Sophie rarely shifts if were out of the house...I'm thinking of getting her a private tutor for when she's ready for school."“Staying in dragon form is more familiar and therefore safer.” Dr. Simons nods. “Good. She’s smart and I doubt she’ll have too much trouble catching up even with the delays.” She smiles softly. “I actually wanted to talk to you about you.” She says softly."Oh...what about me?" Mycroft asked curiously.“Greg says you haven’t shifted since the incident.” Dr. Simons says softly."I haven't been able to without extreme pain." Mycroft sighed. "The doctor said I might never be able to."“I know this is going to sound absolutely out there but have you considered acupuncture and hypnotherapy?” Dr. Simons asks."Hypnotherapy is out of the question...my job involves national security...someone could take advantage of that. I may have to consider acupuncture as my only option."“I can help you with some stretches and massage as well if you want.” Dr. Simons nods. “And I’ll get you the number of my acupuncturist.”Mycroft nodded. "I'd appreciate that...I'd really like to be able to stand and walk without help."“Of course. I still have my massage table set up from the kids session if you want.”Mycroft nodded. "You'll have to help me get there." He pointed to the wheelchair.Dr. Simons nods and stands, bringing the wheelchair over to him and helping him into it.Mycroft struggled to get into it, arms shaking to hold his weight.Dr. Simons helps lift him. “I’ll recommend some assistive devices to help you as well. It’ll make things easier and safer for you to move around without assistance.” He says and makes sure he’s comfortable in the chair.Mycroft nodded. "We invested in a lift for the stairs...and we were looking into getting a power chair."“Good. That’s good. Depending on the toxin the body can take a while to purge it. You’ve already gotten better since the first time I saw you.” Dr. Simmons wheels him out to the massage table.Mycroft nodded. "I know. It's a slow process."“Detox baths and hot tubs can help toxins be expressed through the skin. And you have to make sure you're drinking plenty of water to flush your system.” Dr. Simons says and basically lifts him up onto the table. “I know I’m probably harping on what you’ve heard before.”"No, you're fine. I appreciate the suggestions." Mycroft replied with a grunt as he heaved onto the table.“Where are you in the most pain right now.” She asks, holding him up."Arms and legs...they're weak and stinging." Mycroft replied.Dr. Simons nods and helps him lay back. “Is it a constant stinging or only when you move?”"Only when I move." Mycroft replied.“Alright.” Dr. Simons nods. “I’ll have you on your back first and massage and then we’ll turn you over and I’ll do the back. If it hurts or becomes too much at any time let me know.”"I will." Mycroft replied.Dr. Simons slowly starts her massage. It’s clinical but also to help his muscles relax.Mycroft let's her massage him. "Feels good to have the muscles stimulated, when I can't use them."“I can show Greg a few techniques as well if you’d like.” Dr. Simons nods, not knowing that Greg and Mycroft had gotten into a fight because Mycroft felt useless and Greg didn’t believe that one bit."Perhaps." Mycroft said quietly. He wished Greg understood how he felt...useless and helpless. The man simply didn't understand how Mycroft, a man who always had control over everything in his life, could suddenly feel anxiety about never being able to be that man again.“I don’t want to over step.” Dr. Simons says softly. “But couples counseling can help after upheavals.” She says softly.Mycroft sighs. "I hope it doesn't come to that."“Me and my mate do it.” She says softly."Do what? Argue or go to counseling?" Mycroft asked.“Both.” Dr. Simons replies. “Before opening my practice I worked in a rehab hospital and took every on-call shift I could. I wanted to help as many kids as I could get better. What I didn’t realize is that I was burning myself out. He was irritated that we never went away on the weekends which I thought was stupid. I was helping children and he was upset we didn’t take vacations? I thought he was being selfish. Soon he stopped talking to me and I worked more. It all came to a head when a beloved little patient at the rehab died. I couldn’t get out of bed for three days. I was completely burnt out. And he.. he took care of me. When I was able to get out of bed he told me that if we didn’t get some kind of help he’d have to walk away. I couldn’t imagine losing him so we went to counseling.”Mycroft nodded. "Perhaps Gregory and I might try counseling."“Sometimes it’s good to get a mediator.” Dr. Simons nods. “Ready to turn over?” She asks as she finishes on his front."Right." Mycroft sighed. "Yes." He struggled to turn over.“Hey, I'm here. You don’t have to do this alone.” Dr. Simons helps him.Mycroft nodded. "Thank you."She helps him turn over. “Where hurts the most now?”"Still my legs...thighs and lower back." Mycroft replied.Dr. Simons nods and gets to work on massaging and stretching.Mycroft lets himself relax.Dr. Simons works slowly and carefully, making sure not to hurt Mycroft.Mycroft wiggled his toes. "Feels good. Less pain."“Good.” Dr. Simons smiles as she finishes. “I can come stretch and massage you after the kids sessions if you want.”"I think that might help...if you don't mind." Mycroft replied.“Of course. And I can give you the number of our counselor if you’d like.” Dr. Simons says softly, helping Mycroft sit up."Please." Mycroft nodded.Dr. Simons nods. “Would you like to go back to your office or the living room?”"Living room, please." Mycroft replied.Dr. Simons nods and helps Mycroft into his chair but notices he’s moving a bit better than before."I must admit..." He held up a hand. "The shaking has decreased."“You haven’t used them much so you’ll have some muscle loss. We can get it back though.” Dr. Simons wheels him out to the living room.Mycroft nodded. "Alright."The hatchlings are playing in the living room being watched by Sherlock and John.Greg is in the kitchen teaching Sophie how to bake."How are my little ones/" Mycroft smiled at the hatchlings.They chitter happily, crawling up into his lap.Mycroft pets them happily. "I'm glad they've all learned to shift between forms...without my help."“It’s good. All on target with their milestones.” Dr. Simons smiles.Mycroft nodded. "Soon they'll be flying and talking."The hatchlings cuddle into him.Dr. Simons smiles. “I’m going to head out. I’ll text you the number.”"Alright, thank you." Mycroft gives her a small smile.Dr. Simons nods and heads out.“Alright?” Sherlock asks softly."Fine." Mycroft replied. "Just a little tired."Sherlock nods."I want to thank you both for your help lately. It is much appreciated." Mycroft said.“There’s nowhere else we’d rather be.” John says and Sherlock nods.Mycroft smiles.“Daddy!” Sophie smiles as she comes in from the kitchen, some flower smeared over her cheek."Hello, love. Did you enjoy baking with Papa?" Mycroft asked with a smile.Sophie smiles and nods. “Papa told me to come in here so he could say bad words because he touched a hot part in the oven.”Mycroft looked alarmed. "Sherlock, go check on him!" He said with heavy concern.Sherlock goes. “It’s fine. Just a burn.”Mycroft sighed, wishing he could go himself.Sherlock comes in with Greg a few minutes later.“I’m fine.” Greg says, holding an ice pack to his hand.Mycroft nodded, holding a hand out to Greg.Greg shows his burn to Mycroft, the burn wasn’t too bad.Mycroft nodded. "I'm glad you're alright."Greg nods. “Thanks.”Mycroft smiled softly.Greg nods and goes back to the kitchen.Mycroft hands the hatchlings to John. "Sherlock, would you wheel me into the kitchen, then leave me be with Gregory." Mycroft said quietly.Sherlock nods and wheels Mycroft into the kitchen.Greg us at the counter, having tied the ice pack to his burned hand and he’s kneading dough with his good one.Mycroft waves Sherlock off. "You're upset with me."“I’m not upset with you. I’m just..” Greg shrugs. “Stressed.”"Can I help?" Mycroft asked quietly.Greg shakes his head. “No. It’s fine. It’s all fine.” He says. Most days he spends his time either taking care of the hatchlings' needs or Mycroft’s or baking. He and Mycroft hadn’t really talked since Mycroft got out of the hospital after they fought about Greg helping him."I know things haven't been easy lately...I think we might consider counseling..." Mycroft said quietly.Greg stills. “Oh..”"I think we're both...we could benefit." Mycroft said.“Alright..” Greg nods slowly.Mycroft reaches for his hand. "I love you...please believe that."Greg’s face makes a pained expression and he takes Mycroft’s hand carefully. “I know..”"I think there's been a rift between us since the incident." Mycroft said quietly. "We need to attempt to be on the same page. I believe counseling will help."“There’s a rift because I’m trying to help you and get cold at me when I do. Like I’m doing something horrible and you’re so ashamed that I’m trying.” Greg frowns. “I just want to help you. I’m not trying to emasculate you or make you feel less than.”"I don't want to be a burden to you....I...I feel less...not because of you trying to help, but because...because of the situation. I'm not used to being unable to help even myself." Mycroft replied.“But that’s what I’m here for! I’m your mate! I’m supposed to help you! It’s my job! You’d do the same for me.” Greg says, there’s tears in his eyes."I know that...but I hate being so helpless...I've never had to rely on anyone for anything this big before...it's extremely difficult to not be able to do anything myself. I can't even hold my children!"Greg looks away wiping his face with the back of his good hand.Mycroft reaches for Greg, managing to tug on his shirt. "I'm sorry."Greg turns and sinks between Mycroft’s legs. He presses his face to Mycroft’s chest and wraps his arms around his back.Mycroft wrapped his shaky arms around Greg.Greg hugs him tight."I love you so much, Gregory." Mycroft said softly.“I love you. I love you so much and I don’t know what to do to help you.” Greg sniffles."I know...I do want help...it's just hard for me to admit that." Mycroft replied, petting Greg's head.Greg nuzzles against Mycroft’s chest.Mycroft holds Greg close.Greg slowly pulls back after a little bit. “I’ll see a counselor with you..”Mycroft nodded. "Thank you."Greg nods. He hesitates for a moment before leaning in and kisses Mycroft gently.Mycroft caressed his cheek.“I love you. So much.” Greg whispers as he presses their foreheads together."I love you too." Mycroft replied.Greg stays there for a minute longer before pulling back. He kisses Mycroft’s forehead and goes back to his dough."What are we baking now?" Mycroft asked softly.“Oh umm rolls. Would you like to help?” Greg asks."I would like to, yes." Mycroft nodded.Greg nods and moves the dough over to the table and pushes Mycroft over to it. “Have to knead it for a bit longer.”Mycroft nodded and shakily began to knead the dough.“Good.” Greg nods and goes back over to start another dough.Mycroft took little breaks when he needed them.Greg brings over the little scale so Mycroft can portion out the rolls into equal weights.Mycroft does as Greg asks, putting the rolls on a tray.“Thank you, love.” Greg says softly and takes the tray to put it in the oven."You're welcome." Mycroft replied.“Maybe we can make some cinnamon rolls? If you still want to help.” Greg suggests."I can try...my arms are a little tired...I do want to help, please."“You can sprinkle cinnamon sugar.” Greg nods and sets the dough on the table, rolling out into an even layer sheet before coating it in melted butter. “Here.” He hands Mycroft a shaker with cinnamon sugar in it.Mycroft gently shook the container, sprinkling the cinnamon onto the dough.Greg changed out his ice pack for a colder one."Are you sure you didn't hurt yourself?" Mycroft asked.“No, I’m alright. Sophie was reaching for a hot try and I grabbed it before she could. I forgot her being a dragon she can touch hot things meanwhile I can’t.” Greg sighs softly.Mycroft puts a hand over Greg's. "You did what any father would have...protected our child."Greg nods. “Stupid me but worth it.”Mycroft kissed his hand.Greg blushes a bit."I don't like seeing you hurt either."“I know, love.”Mycroft kisses Greg's hand once more before letting go.Greg stays there for a moment longer before rolling the dough Mycroft sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar into a log."Breakfast or dessert?" Mycroft asked.“Dessert. Wiggins had a hard session so I wanted to make him a treat.” Greg nods.Mycroft nodded. "Let's make extra icing." He smiled. "Oh, Dr. Simons gave me a massage earlier...I think it helped."“Really? That’s great.” Greg gives him a smile as he cuts the log into rolls and sets them on a tray."She thinks acupuncture might help too." Mycroft replied.Greg nods. “Good. That’s good right?”Mycroft nodded. "We can try it."Greg nods. “How much longer before Anthea is back and everything is over?” He asks after a bit. Anthea had taken off to handle the mission, taking out all the trafficking rings and getting the people who hurt Mycroft."I'm unsure. She talked about another week. Why?" Mycroft asked softly.“Everyone is going stir crazy from being stuck inside the house.” Greg sighs."I know...I'm sorry." Mycroft replied quietly.“You don’t have to apologize. It’s not your fault.” Greg frowns."We were supposed to have taken it out the first time." Mycroft sighed.“Hence Anthea going undercover and taking it out personally.” Greg nods.Mycroft nodded. "It's my fault, I wasn't thorough enough."“Myc, no matter how hard we try, people will never stop as long as others are buying shifters.”"I know." Mycroft replied. "I just want our family safe."“So do I, love.” Greg says softly.Mycroft nodded.Greg puts the cinnamon rolls in the oven and takes out the plain rolls."Those smell good." Mycroft smiled.“Good.” Greg smiles softly and makes the icing.Mycroft watches Greg.Greg hands Mycroft the whisk to lick.Mycroft smiles and licks the whilst with the same enjoyment as if he were a child.Greg smiles softly."It's good." Mycroft blushes.“Good. I’m glad.” Greg smiles softly, feeling a little better."I like everything you bake..." Mycroft replied.“I’m glad of that too.” Greg says softly.Mycroft smiles.Greg smiles softly.Mycroft finishes his plate before sitting back and letting his food digest.“I was thinking of making sausage peppers and onions for dinner.” Greg says.Mycroft nodded. "Alright."“The kids like sausage especially when it’s cut up into chunks.” Greg nods.Mycroft smiled. "I know. I don't mind."“Okay. Plus I thought we could put it on the roll. It would be easier for you to hold and eat then without a fork or having to cut anything.” Greg nods."I appreciate that." Mycroft smiled softly.Greg nods and smiles."You're a brilliant cook." Mycroft said.“I like to feed my family.”"You're very good at it." Mycroft replied.Greg smiles softly and nods."Your cake in particular is excellent." Mycroft replied.“Is this your way of hinting for cake?” He chuckles softly."No. Just...a complement." Mycroft said softly.Greg smiles softly. “Thank you, love..”"You're welcome." Mycroft smiled.Sophie comes in. “Is papa done saying bad words?” She leans against Mycroft’s chair."Yes, love." Mycroft smiled.“Good.” Sophie smiles.Mycroft pats her head.Sophie smiles at him."You're a good girl, Sophie." Mycroft smiled softly.Sophie smiles. “I like being good.”"That's wonderful." Mycroft replied.Fay goes over and sits by the back door.“Fay wants to go potty.” Sophie says.Mycroft nodded. "Ask Sherlock togo out with you."Sophie nods and goes to get Sherlock.Mycroft watches Fay.Sherlock comes out with Sophie and takes them out to the yard.Mycroft watches through the window.Fey sniffed around for the right spot before going.“Do you want to go sit in the yard?” Greg asks softly.Mycroft nodded. "It's nice out."Greg nods and helps Mycroft move outside.Mycroft watches Fay and Sophie play.Sherlock stands by Mycroft. “Alright?”"Yes...I wish I could play with them." Mycroft sighed.“You will soon.” Sherlock nods. “Most people don’t come back from the neurotoxin you did. We’re lucky.” He says softly.Mycroft nodded. "I think, had I not shifted, I'd be dead."“Most likely.” Sherlock rests his hand on Mycroft’s shoulder gently.Mycroft smiled at Sherlock softly. "I'm alright...it'll take time to get back to normal."Sherlock nods. “I don’t know what I’d do without you..”"I feel much the same." Mycroft smiled.Sherlock nods, heaving Mycroft’s shoulder a gentle squeeze."I know everyone has cabin fever...Anthea should contact us in a week or so to check in." Mycroft said.“Alright.” Sherlock hums.Mycroft watches Sophie and Fay.Fay hops around the grass with Sophie, rolling over and letting Sophie crawl over her.Mycroft smiled. "She seems to be feeling better."Sherlock nods. “She’s doing quite well with rehab.”"I'm very proud and happy for her." Mycroft replied.“Wiggins had a hard session today.” Sherlock sighs."Oh? How so?" Mycroft asked softly.“He keeps wanting to do more but he’s not healed enough yet.”Mycroft nodded. "It's tough. I understand."“Maybe you can talk to him?”"Of course." Mycroft smiled.Sherlock nods. “Thank you.”Mycroft nodded.Sophie comes over to Mycroft, leaning against his legs.Mycroft smiled. "Tired yourself out?"“Yeah.” Sophie crawls up into his lap.Mycroft smiled and placed his hand on her back.Sophie cuddles into him and sighs happily.Fay comes and sits by Mycroft’s feet."Good girl Fay." Mycroft said softly.Fay rests her head on Mycroft’s knee.Mycroft rests his other hand on Fay's head.Sophie falls asleep against Mycroft."We should go back inside." Mycroft said.Sherlock nods and wheels Mycroft back inside.Mycroft has Sherlock take him back to the living room.John is sitting on the couch covered in the hatchlings as he reads them a story. He can barely see the book around them.Mycroft smiled. "It's easier to make something up." He said softly.“Yeah I’m getting that.” John chuckles.Fay sat between John and Mycroft.One of the hatchlings sneezes and changes from dragon to human form.Mycroft chuckled. "Oh, love."Elizabeth sniffles and blinks, surprised.John chuckles softly and gently wipes her nose with a tissue."That's new." Mycroft smiled. "We'll have to keep an eye out for that."“They’ll be shifting more easily now the older they get.” Sherlock chuckles and scoops up Elizabeth for a cuddle."I know...I was just surprised that a sneeze would cause that." Mycroft smiled.“It probably surprised her too.” Sherlock chuckles.Mycroft smiled at Elizabeth.She reaches out for him."Can you help me hold Elizabeth a moment or two?" Mycroft asked Sherlock. Sophie lay still, sleeping on his lap.Sherlock nods. “Do you want to move onto the couch so you can hold them both?”Mycroft nodded. "Please."Sherlock nods. “John, can you take Sophie for a moment?”John nods and scoops Sophie up, careful not to wake her.Sherlock helps Mycroft move over to the couch and John leans Sophie against him.Mycroft smiles. "Let me have Elizabeth."Sherlock sets Elizabeth down in his lap.Mycroft wrapped an arm around her. "Hello love."Elizabeth smiles up at him and babbles.Mycroft smiled. "You're adorable."Elizabeth giggles and drools a bit.Mycroft smiled.“Someone’s having fun with Daddy.” Greg smiles softly as he comes in, bringing tea for everyone."I think so." Mycroft smiled at Greg. "Thank you, love."Greg nods. He had put a straw in Mycroft’s tea so it was easier to sip. He sits in Mycroft’s wheelchair and relaxes a bit, watching them.Mycroft sipped his tea. "How are the cinnamon rolls going?"“Good. A few more minutes.” Greg nods, blowing on his tea."Good. Elizabeth sneezed and shifted into human form." Mycroft chuckled.“Really?” Greg chuckles. “How did that happen?”Mycroft shrugged. "She just sneezed."“Huh.” Greg chuckles.Mycroft smiled.Elizabeth reaches out to Sophie who’s still sleeping.Mycroft shakily stopped her hand. "She's sleeping. Play later." He said softly.Elizabeth pouts up at him."You're cute even when you pout." Mycroft sighed. "You get that from your Papa."“Papa.” She nods.Mycroft smiled and sipped his tea.Greg smiles and pets her hair."We'll have to keep an eye out for sneezes." Mycroft chuckled.Greg smiles and nods. “I can’t imagine what a cold will be like.”"Oh, lord..." Mycroft smiled at Greg. "Be thankful that our fire organ doesn't develop until later on in life."“Christ.” Greg snorts."Can you imagine a baby dragon sniffling and sneezing fire?" Mycroft smirked.“We’d have to have fire extinguishers all over the house.” Greg chuckles."Indeed. " Mycroft chuckled.“We probably should have them anyway. A few at least.” Greg hums."A good idea." Mycroft nodded.Elizabeth squirms on Mycroft’s lap, wanting to be put on the floor with her siblings to play."Gregory, can you help me put her down, please?" Mycroft asked softly.“Sure, love.” Greg gently scoops Elizabeth up and puts her on the play mat with her brothers and sister."Thank you." Mycroft replied.Greg nods and rubs Mycroft’s knee.Mycroft placed a shaky hand over Greg's.Greg smiles softly.Mycroft smiled back.Wiggins comes out of the guest room, feeling tired and sore after his nap.Mycroft looks towards him.Wiggins struggles to crawl up into a chair.Greg moves to help him.“I can do it!” Wiggins snaps and finally pulls himself up into the chair.Mycroft raised an eyebrow. "Rough session?" He asked softly.Wiggins huffs, a little steam coming out of his nose."Ah...so did I. I know how you feel, love." Mycroft said gently.“Stupid and it hurts.” Wiggins scowls at the cast on his wing."I feel the same about my condition...you're not alone, love." Mycroft said softly.Wiggins looks at Mycroft. “Uncle Greg.. would you pick me up and put me with Uncle Mycroft?” He asks softly, embarrassed how he snapped earlier.“Of course.” Greg gently scoops Wiggins up and sits him next to Mycroft.Mycroft puts a shaky arm around Wiggins. "It's okay to feel this way...I know it's hard, but we just have to give it some more time and effort if we're to get better." Mycroft said softly.Wiggins sighs. “It’s hard..” He presses against Mycroft."I know, love. Believe me, I know." Mycroft rubbed Wiggins's side with his thumb.Wiggins sniffles a bit and presses closer."It's alright." Mycroft said softly.Wiggins held onto Mycroft and buried his face against his side.Sherlock frowns, feeling useless as he watches."Oh, sweetheart...I know you're frustrated. It's okay to cry." Mycroft said, smiling softly at Sherlock.“It’s just hard and stupid and I want to fly.” Wiggins let some tears slip out.Sherlock goes over to them and gently rubs Wiggins back."I know. I want to fly too." Mycroft said softly.Wiggins sighs."It'll be okay." Mycroft said.Wiggins nods. “What’s that smell?” He mumbles.“A treat.” Greg smiles and goes to the kitchen.Mycroft smiled. "Uncle Greg has made us all something special."Greg comes back with a large cinnamon bun with icing over the top.“Oh wow..” Wiggins perks up a bit."Careful it's hot." Mycroft warned gently.Wiggins nods and rips off a piece, eating it with his little paw.Mycroft smiled and watched. "Good?"Wiggins nods, eating another piece. “Really good.”"Wonderful." Mycroft smiled.Greg hands out plates of cinnamon rolls.Mycroft holds his plate in his lap.Sophie starts to wake as she smells the treat.Mycroft chuckled as she went after the plate in his lap.They all eat their treats together.Afterwards they take all the kids outside to run off all the sugar.
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“Mr. and Mr. Lestrade-Holmes? You can come back now.” Dr. Thorp smiles and shows them back into her office.Greg was nervous. He knew he agreed to counseling but now that they were about to do it it made his stomach hurt. He didn’t have to push Mycroft’s chair if they had gotten him an electric one he could maneuver himself. He follows Mycroft back to the office.Mycroft positioned his chair next to the love seat.“So, what are we here for?” Dr. Thorp smiles softly as she sits in her chair."Things have become strained since the incident that caused this." Mycroft replied, gesturing to his wheelchair.Dr. Thorp nods. “And what is the strain you’re feeling, Mycroft?”"Wanting to do things by myself...but I can't...and I take it out on Gregory when he tries to help me." Mycroft said quietly.Dr. Thorp nods. “Having your independence stripped away from you can be very hard.”Mycroft nodded. "I can't do anything by myself...even basic things...like using the bathroom. I can barely feed myself."“Do you feel guilty for needing help?” She asks."Yes. I can't do anything to help Gregory or the hatchlings." Mycroft replied.“Of course. And Gregory, are you irritated that Mycroft can’t help at the moment?” Dr. Thorp asks.“Of course not! He’s already pushing himself so hard and I hate to see him so upset.” Greg frowns."He's overwhelmed, between taking care of me and the hatchlings...and the household chores." Mycroft sighed.“Sherlock and John help..” Greg frowns, tired of feeling like he’s failing all the time.“That’s a lot of responsibility you’re carrying, Gregory. It’s always hard when a partner gets sick and prolonged illness is a multifaceted problem.” She says softly."I want to help, and I do try. It's hard to see him struggling with everything." Mycroft said quietly.“I don’t want you to have to worry about that. I just want you to get better.” Greg frowns, looking down at his hand."I want to get better too...more than anything." Mycroft replied.“And it’s not that I want you to get better because I don’t want to take care of you. I do. I want you to get better for you.” Greg rubs a hand over his face."I have to try to do things by myself and ask for help when I really need it." Mycroft replied.“I don’t want you to feel guilty for asking because then it makes you irritated and I think you’re irritated with me trying to help you and then I don’t think I’m doing a good job.” Greg sighs."I'm not irritated at you...It's me I have the issue with. I'm sorry If I made you feel that way, it was unintentional." Mycroft said softly.“I know. I just wish I could help you more.” Greg reaches out and takes Mycroft’s hand.Mycroft smiled softly. "You do so much already...and you can only do so much before you get burnt out, love."Greg nods. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”"I am...All I need is your love. That keeps me strong and striving to get better." Mycroft said gently.Greg squeezes his hand and nods.Dr. Thorp smiles softly. “I have to admit. I think you’re one of the most healthy couples I’ve ever met. I barely even had to prompt you two.”Mycroft nodded. "I think we might have just needed some neutral space to talk."Greg nods. “And somewhere out of the house.”Mycroft looked at Dr. Thorp.Dr. Thorp smiles. “Wonderful work, you two. How about we discuss constructive ways of being able to help each other? Like Mycroft, you can tell Greg exactly what you are and aren’t comfortable with him helping with. And Greg, you can tell Mycroft how you’d like to help him and work together on a plan. I would suggest maybe even an aid to help you out while Mycroft recovers. Someone who can come over and help clean and do laundry so you're not overwhelmed with everything.” She nods.Greg nods. “That might help..”Mycroft nodded in agreement.“And I think you two need to go out on dates.” Dr. Thorp nods."Dates? Why?" Mycroft asked.“Because neither of you take time to be with each other without distraction. Having children and going through medical issues changes a relationship and in order to keep it strong and healthy you need to spend time together where you can focus on each other.” She smiles softly.Mycroft nodded and looked at Greg. "It's a good idea."Greg nods. “I’d like that.”"A date then." Mycroft said softly.Greg smiles softly and nods.Mycroft offers his hand.Greg takes his hand, squeezing it gently.Mycroft smiled softly.“I want you each to tell me five things you love about each other.” Dr. Thorp says."His cooking, his eyes, the face he makes when he plays with the hatchlings, his understanding when it...came to my work schedule, how well he's looked after my brother."Greg smiles softly. “His patience, dry humor, his freckles, how wonderful he is with our hatchlings, and that he’d do anything to protect his family.”Mycroft started to tear up.Greg leans in and kisses him. “I love you. You are the love of my life. My everything.”Mycroft kisses him back.Greg presses their foreheads together."You're my everything." Mycroft whispered.“I know. You’re mine too.” Greg whispers back.Mycroft nodded.Dr. Thorp smiles. “Is there anything else you two would like to discuss?”"Not at the moment." Mycroft replied.Greg agrees.“Alright. Then I have some homework for you two. First is to set up a date for sometime this week. Second is that if one of you is feeling overwhelmed you press pause. You tell the other that you need to pause the moment or the situation.” She says."I believe we can do that." Mycroft smiled.Greg smiles and nods.“Good. Then I think that’s all for today. Make an appointment for two weeks from now and we can talk about how things went.” Dr. Thorp smiles."Will do. Thank you." Mycroft wheeled out of the office.Greg thanks her and follows Mycroft out, feeling much better.They go to the waiting suv/van.Greg holds Mycroft’s hand as they’re driven home.Mycroft felt relief come over him as they drove.“Okay?” Greg asks softly."Yes. Much better." Mycroft smiled softly.Greg smiles and kisses his knuckles. “Much much better.”Mycroft nodded. "What would you like to do for our date?"“Dinner?” Greg suggests."I'd like that. Something casual?" Mycroft suggested.Greg smiles and nods. “Perfect.”Mycroft smiled.Greg hums softly, running his thumb over Mycroft’s knuckles."When this is all sorted, you and I should go on a short holiday." Mycroft said softly.“That sounds lovely but..” Greg bites his lip, worried about leaving the hatchlings."Maybe just a night then." Mycroft smiled softly.“One day we’ll take a holiday. I promise.” Greg squeezes his hand.Mycroft nodded. "I know."Greg rubs his thumb over Mycroft’s knuckles until they get home.When they get home Mycroft wheels in first and heads to the kitchen, which he knows is Greg's domain.Greg raises a brow and follows him.Mycroft waits for Greg and smiles when he follows.“What?” Greg smiles."I would like a kiss please." Mycroft replied softly.Greg smiles softly and nods. He leans in and kisses Mycroft gently.Mycroft kisses him back lovingly.Greg hums happily, relaxing. “Should I sit on your lap so we can make out a little?” He mumbles against his lip.Mycroft chuckled. "If you like."Greg smiles and sits across Mycroft’s lap, kissing him.Mycroft did his best to put his arms around Greg.Greg presses their foreheads together."I love you." Mycroft whispered.“I love you, too. So much.”Mycroft smiled lovingly.“I should probably get started on dinner.” Greg nuzzles him.Mycroft nodded. "Of course."“What would you like?” Greg rubs his fingers through Mycroft’s hair."Surprise me." Mycroft smiled.“Alright.” Greg chuckles softly and gets up after kissing Mycroft again. “Anthea gets back today, right?”"She does." Mycroft nodded. "I haven't heard from her yet."Greg nods and starts to cook. “I’ll make a cake to celebrate then.”Mycroft nodded. "Alright."“Do you umm want to help me?” Greg asks. “With dinner.”"If there is something I can do, yes." Mycroft nodded.“I was thinking about making some chicken stir fry so if you chopped the veg that would be a great help.” Greg nods."You trust me with a knife?" Mycroft teased.Greg chuckles softly. “Well we can try it and if it doesn’t work we can figure something else out. Think you can get close enough to the sink to wash them maybe?”Mycroft nodded. He went to the sink and raised his chair so he could reach. He turned on the water. "See."“Perfect. You’ll wash the veg for me.” Greg smiles. He gets out all manner of vegetables and sets them close so Mycroft can wash them as he works in the rest of dinner.Mycroft washes the vegetables.“Anyone home?” John calls out as he and Sherlock come in with the hatchlings."Kitchen." Mycroft answered.“Daddy!” Sophie grins, riding on the back of Fae as she walks into the kitchen."Hello, love." Mycroft smiled, setting the washed vegetables aside.“We went to the park.” Sophie smiles."Oh? How was it?" Mycroft asked softly.“Good. Uncle Sherlock showed me how to swing on the swings.” Sophie smiles.Mycroft carefully turned his chair towards her. "That's wonderful."“Sherlock says when I can fly he’ll teach me how to jump off the swing really high and fly.” Sophie grins."I'll think about it." Mycroft replied.“What’re you and Papa making?” Sophie looks up at the counter."I'm not entirely sure." Mycroft replied.“Chicken stir fry over rice. Brown rice if we have any.” Greg hums as he looks through the cupboard."If not there, check the pantry. I remember seeing some there." Mycroft said.“Right right.” Greg goes to the pantry.Mycroft smiles.Greg finds the brown rice."See." Mycroft chuckled.“Yeah yeah.” Greg chuckles and kisses him.Mycroft smiled into the kiss.Greg chuckles and smiles. “Sophie, go help your uncles get the hatchlings cleaned up for dinner, please.”“Okay, Papa.” Sophie smiles and goes."Everything alright?" Mycroft asked softly.“Oh yeah. I know she likes being a big sister and helping the little ones.” Greg smiles softly.Mycroft nodded with a smile.Greg smiles and turns the rice on as he starts to cook the chicken chunks. “How are you feeling? Tired?”"A little...but I'm alright." Mycroft smiled.Greg nods. “Can I make you tea or anything?” He asks as he stirs the chicken in the pan."No. I'm fine. Thank you." Mycroft replied.“Okay.” Greg nods, adding the sauce before the vegetables.Mycroft watched Greg cook, feeling content.“Love, would you mind going to tell them dinner is ready?” Greg asks as he starts to plate up dinner."Of course." Mycroft rolled to the living room. "Dinner is ready." He announced.The hatchlings crawl up onto Mycroft’s lap and chitter at him happily, some of it getting easier to recognize as words."Yew, I know you're hungry." Mycroft smiled.They cuddle into him as he takes them to the table. Greg is bringing the last dishes over when everyone sits.Mycroft puts the hatchlings in their high chairs.They all eat dinner together.
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Greg and Mycroft continue to work on their relationship over the next few months and things are getting better. As they’re laying in bed one night Greg can feel the restlessness radiating off his mate. “You alright, love?” He asks softly."I just can't get comfortable..." Mycroft said quietly.“How about I give you a massage?” Greg offers, turning on the lamp to the low setting."Alright." Mycroft nods.Greg gets the massage oil as Mycroft rolls himself over. He straddles Mycroft’s thighs and starts to gently but firmly massage the oil into his skin. He becomes suddenly aware that they haven’t had sex since Mycroft got hurt."Feel free to touch me however you want." Mycroft said softly.“I want to help you relax so you can be comfortable.” Greg says softly as he massages."It's the nerve pain...sharp, electric pains..." Mycroft sighed.Greg gently massages his neck and shoulders. “We should talk to the doctor. You can’t live in pain like this, love.”"I can have them up my medication and keep going to acupuncture." Mycroft replied.“Maybe you pushed yourself a bit too much in physical therapy today.” Greg says softly, having been proud to watch Mycroft pull himself up into standing but now thinking it was probably too much."Perhaps. I thought it was good progress." Mycroft replied.“It was. I just don’t want you hurting yourself by accident.”"I know, love." Mycroft replied softly.Greg hums softly as he massages.Mycroft relaxed.Greg gently works down his body.Mycroft hums. "Feels good."“Good.” Greg smiles, liking to be able to help his mate."You know...if you wanted to...I know it's been a while...you could...rub off on me." Mycroft said quietly.“I..” Greg blushes a bit. “I’d like to get off with you.” He says softly."I know....but I can't...participate that way right now...and I want you to...have pleasure." Mycroft replied.“I don’t want you to feel used..” Greg presses his forehead to Mycroft’s back."I don't. It makes me happy to know I can bring you some pleasure." Mycroft said softly.“Are you sure?” Greg kisses his shoulders."Yes, love." Mycroft nodded.“Alright..” Greg says softly.Mycroft folded his arms and propped his head up on them.Greg wraps his arms around Mycroft and presses against his back. “I love you. So much.”"I love you too." Mycroft said softly.Greg kisses his back and shoulders as he rocks his hips against him.Mycroft smiled. "I love your lips on me."“Yeah?” Greg smiles, kissing and sucking gently as his skin."Feels wonderful." Mycroft replied.“Good.” Greg continues to kiss as he rubs against Mycroft."You always make me feel so loved." Mycroft said softly.“I always want to make you feel loved. Always.” Greg holds him closer, rocking a bit faster."Cover my arse in your cum." Mycroft smiled.“Oh fuck, My.” Greg groans and comes over Mycroft’s arse.Mycroft sighs happily.Greg kisses Mycroft’s back before leaning in and licking his cum off his mate’s arse.Mycroft hummed. "Love when you lick up cum off me."“Yeah?” Greg smirks, kissing and licking Mycroft’s skin.Mycroft nodded. "Makes me feel good."“Good.” Greg cuddles him. “Did you feel anything?” He asks softly."Emotionally, yes. Not a whole lot physically." Mycroft paused. "I haven't been able to physically react sexually. The desire is there, but I don't get hard."“Okay. Maybe we can talk to the doctor about that?” He suggests gently. He doesn’t want Mycroft to feel bad about it but he knows Mycroft enjoyed their sex life. “If you want to, that is.”"We can talk to the doctor." Mycroft nodded with a small smile. "Kiss?"Greg smiles, leaning in and kisses Mycroft happily. “I love you.” He mumbles against his lips.Mycroft kisses Greg back lovingly.Greg holds him close as they kiss.Mycroft brings a shaky hand up to Greg's cheek.Greg nuzzles his hand."I love you." Mycroft says softly.“I love you, too. So much.” Greg kisses his hand.Mycroft smiled.Greg cuddles him close and rubs his back."You're the best mate I could have asked for." Mycroft said softly.“I feel the same about you, love.” Greg holds him close.Mycroft kisses Greg again.Greg kisses him back.Mycroft held him close.Greg nuzzles into him. “I love you.”"I love you too." Mycroft replied softly.Greg rubs his back. “Feeling better now?”"Yes." Mycroft nodded.Greg rolls onto his back and helps Mycroft lay on top of him.Mycroft lays his head on Greg's chest.Greg hums softly, slowly nodding off.Mycroft listens to his breathing before drifting off as well.
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Years later........ Mycroft sits next to Mycroft, holding his hand as they wait for Sophie’s name to be called for her graduation.Mycroft was excited to see Sophie come this far. They'd all been through so much...it was a happy day.“Sophie Lestrade-Holmes.” Her name is called over the speaker and her family cheers.Sophie grins and waves at them all, Fey 2.0 at her side.Mycroft cheered, clapping enthusiastically. Sherlock doing the same.After the ceremony everyone was talking on the lawn.“I just wish Wiggins could have been here.” Sophie smiles softly."Who says I'm not?" Wiggins tapped her on the shoulder.Mycroft snapped a photo of the surprised look on her face.“Wiggy!” Sophie gasps and grins, hugging Wiggins tight.Wiggins holds her. "I wouldn't miss this for anything."Mycroft took more pictures.Sophie smiles and they all go to dinner to celebrate her graduation.Wiggins tells them all about Uni and how it's been going.Mycroft smiled and held Greg's hand as he listened to Wiggins talk.Sherlock was more proud then he ever thought he could have believed before Wiggins came into his life.John squeezes Sherlock’s hand and smiles happily.Sherlock squeezed his hand back. "How long are you home for?" He asked Wiggins.“The weekend. Finals are next week so I have to get back and study. Thought a break first at home would help.” Wiggins smiles.Sherlock nodded. "I'm sure you'll do great."“I hope so. Last finals before graduation.” Wiggins nods."We're all so proud of you both." Mycroft smiled softly.Wiggins smiles as Sophie blushes and smiles.Mycroft smiled at Greg.Greg rubs Mycroft’s thigh.Sophie smiled at her parents.The waiter brought their food. They chatted while they ate.After dinner Sophie goes out with her friends and Wiggins goes with her to chaperone. The hatchlings complain because they’re not allowed to go but Greg tells them when they graduate they can go out with their friends and celebrate."We'll go home and celebrate on our own." Mycroft smiled.“You two want to come over?” Greg asks Sherlock and John."Why not." John smiled, looking at Sherlock.Sherlock nods.They head out to Greg and Mycroft’s. When they get home, Mycroft heads to the kitchen to get the cake Sophie ran off without eating.“Need some help?” Sherlock asks as he comes into the kitchen.Mycroft nodded, leaning on his cane and opening the fridge.Sherlock goes over. “Cake and ice cream?” He asks, taking out the cake box."Yes." Mycroft replied. "It's a good combination."Sherlock nods, setting the box on the counter and opens the freezer. “Which ice cream?” He asks as he looks at Mycroft."Behind the frozen vegetables. Keeps the hatchlings from eating them all." Mycroft replied.“Smart.” Sherlock chuckles and gets out the container."Indeed." Mycroft smiled.Sherlock helps Mycroft serve the cake and ice cream.The hatchlings happily gobble theirs down.Mycroft takes small measured bites.“Feeling okay? Not too worn out yet?” Greg asks Mycroft softly."I'm alright." Mycroft smiled. "A little tired, but alright."“I’ll give you a massage later.” Greg kisses his cheek.Mycroft nodded. "Alright."Greg smiles, his hand resting on mycroft’s thigh as they eat their cake.Mycroft smiled, taking a bite of his ice cream.“We did good, My. We did good.” Greg smiles softly.Mycroft nodded. "We did."After Sherlock and John leave and they get the kids to bed Greg helps Mycroft get undressed. “You did good today. I was worried you’d push yourself too hard.”Mycroft nodded. "I needed to see it...to be there for her." He paused. "When are we going to tell them?"“It’s completely up to you.” Greg says softly, helping Mycroft out of his shirt.Mycroft nodded. "Maybe we should wait until after Wiggins's finals."Greg nods. “That’s probably best. Still feeling good about it?”Mycroft nodded. "Yes. It's time."Greg nods and kisses Mycroft’s head. “What are you going to say?”"That I'm too damn old and too damn tired for all the bullshit anymore." Mycroft chuckled. "Isn't that what you told me?"“Yeah, sounds like me.” Greg chuckles softly. “Massage?”Mycroft nodded. "Please. My legs..."Greg helps Mycroft lay down and starts to massage his legs.Mycroft sighed in relief. "Much better."“Good. Do you need muscle rub? Or is this okay?” Greg asks as he rubs."The muscle rub, please." Mycroft replied.Greg nods and gets the muscle rub, gently rubbing it over Mycroft’s legs.Mycroft sighed. "You're so good to me."“I try.” Greg smiles softly, massaging Mycroft’s muscles.Mycroft hummed as he felt the pain recede.“Tomorrow we can go down to the physical therapy center and book you some time in the hot tub.” Greg suggests."I'd like that." Mycroft replied softly.“Good.” Greg finishes massaging.Mycroft looks at Greg with a smile. "I love you."“I love you, too.” Greg kisses him before going to wash his hand. He gets ready for bed and gets under the covers. “Cuddle?”Mycroft moves into Greg's arms.Greg holds him close and kisses his head. “Goodnight, my love.”"Goodnight." Mycroft yawnsGreg holds Mycroft as they fall asleep. When he saved that little bleeding creature in the park all those years ago he never could have imagined it would have led to this but he wouldn’t change a thing.