PSL - To Boldly Go To One's Own Future

[brotherthine]

Mycroft had woken up at his usual hour to go through his morning exercise routine - five miles running, some free weights, and then a shower and a choice of suits. He wasn't entirely sure why he felt the need to dress as if today was going to need a particularly good blending sort of armor - but there he was. Dressing in his favorite tan tweed, with the blue silk tie and handkerchief. Dressed as if to fade in, make himself seem like he was just a ghost in the background.

The spectre at the feast, hah.

He rapped on Jim's door, but hearing nothing, made his way downstairs.

Where he found the man, curled up on the sofa with the oddest contraption he'd ever seen in his life. Both eyebrows raising, he pitched his voice, just so.

"Good morning. Coffee?"

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[james_kirk]

Surviving on three hours of sleep means lots of coffee and sugary foods for breakfast. "Yeah, but this will do." How he survived the crash after all that sugary hot chocolate he had, he doesn't know, but he did get yelled at for it. He probably would have still gotten yelled at even if he'd only had one, mind you.

"You wanna drop this thing off at Sherlock's before you get to work?" he asks, for once remembering to swallow his bite of apple before he speaks.

[brotherthine]

Good grief, Jim. Had Mycroft known you were not operating at full capacity, he would have sent you back to bed. Firmly. Probably confirming himself as the smartest person that Dr. Bones had met in awhile. "Very well - but I will see that you are fed appropriate for lunch."

He nodded his head, as he folded his paper in half, as he finished his tea. "Quite - and we should get going. The car will be here momentarily."

[james_kirk]

HA HA HA. You make the assumption that Jim would listen. He's gone days without sleep before. This is nothing. "Awesome. Something with bacon!" Just because maybe he can get away with it.

At the news that they're leaving, Jim scrambles to get his toast and put jam on it and stick them into a bowl so he can take his food with him. Like hell he's leaving it behind. "Okay, sure." Admittedly, Jim's a little excited to meet Sherlock, even if he plans on remaining firmly in the car and letting Mycroft have his time with his brother. Despite being a giant manchild, he still knows this isn't about him or Sherlock: it's about making Mycroft happy. Or trying to, anyway.

[brotherthine]

Mycroft made a quiet noise at Jim literally shoving his food into a bowl, before he cleared his throat. "Or ... I could have the car brought around, and you can finish your breakfast? Give me a few moments to make some important calls overseas, that sort of thing. Then you can come out when you are ... finished."

No. Absolutely no jammy toast in his spotless car. Absolutely not.

[james_kirk]

Jim looks up at him, all innocence and wide eyes. "Oh, okay. Sure. That works, too." He's not sure what the problem is, but hey, if he's gonna get a chance to eat his breakfast, then that's all good. He'll just stuff some of that tasty toast into his mouth and he'll be a happy panda.

[brotherthine]

Mycroft gave him a little polite smile, before he headed out of the kitchen, shaking his head. Honestly, it was like they never fed anyone in space. Were they all starving like this? He flicked open his phone and started making calls about the situation in the Ukraine, and looked for updates from Mayalsia, while he waited for Jim at the front door. The car came around and he stepped inside, keeping his voice low and polite, pausing only to give the driver the instruction to wait.

He wished the knowing smirk had something behind it, but alas, it did not.

[james_kirk]

Jim eats as quickly as he can without choking and then he makes his way out the front door, Vulcan puzzle ball in tow. He gets into the car, having perked up quite a bit now that he's been fed. He even gives the driver a friendly greeting as he buckles himself in, nestling the ball between his legs to make sure it doesn't roll off somewhere.

[brotherthine]

The driver gives him a bright and hopeful sort of smile, because apparently everyone thought that Mycroft needed to have some sort of bed partner. Except of course, for Mycroft. The man himself pinches his brow, before he waves the driver on.

"So ... I take it you will be staying in the car when I bring this up to Sherlock?"

[james_kirk]

Oh, Jim knows that look, and he looks between the driver and Mycroft before he grins broadly and winks at the man. Oh yes. Let him think Mycroft got laid.

"I'll stay in the car if that's what you want, yeah. I'm just here to make sure you don't back out of giving this puzzle to him."

[brotherthine]

Mycroft glanced over at Jim, then over to his driver. Then back to Jim, giving him a pointed look. As if to say, 'Do not encourage that fallacy, honestly.'

"I believe that would be a bad idea for you to come inside ...so outside would be best."

[james_kirk]

"Sure. Not a problem," Jim replies, tone completely innocent as if he has absolutely no idea what he's getting that look for. He didn't even do anything. Honest.

"This fine gentleman," he continues, gesturing at the driver, "and I will just engage in polite conversation while you're away."

[brotherthine]

Mycroft's eyes narrowed, and he is about to say something, when his attention is drawn to the front of Baker St. His eyebrows raise, and then he sighs, faintly. "Oh dear. Yes, you will have to wait in the car. Lestrade is here."

[james_kirk]

"Yeah, probably best if he doesn't see me with you. That might make things kind of suspicious." Jim sinks a little further down in his seat so he won't be noticed.

He hands the puzzle sphere to Mycroft and smiles reassuringly at him. "You'll do great. And don't forget to have a little fun with Sherlock first."

[brotherthine]

"Quite so. Especially in this part of the game." Mycroft murmured, as he went to open the door. "It looks like he is already inside, though, so you don't have to worry. By the smug look on Sergeant Donovan's face, he's come to yell at Sherlock so they won't be here for very long."

He took the sphere, breathed out, putting himself in control of his emotions, before he stepped out of the car.

Upstairs, he could see cool blue eyes as they looked down at Mycroft's car, and himself. He made a face. Marvelous - he was certain Sherlock had probably seen Jim.

Nevertheless ... he moved towards the front door. Head up, shoulders back.

[james_kirk]

Oh yes. There's definite eye contact there, but Jim just smiles and gives a small wave. No sense in acting too terribly much like he's not supposed to be here.

But, as promised, while Mycroft is away, Jim is going to chat with the driver. He won't actually say he had sex with Mycroft, because that's a big lie, but he won't be shy about saying he spent the night.

[brotherthine]

When Mycroft reaches the landing to go up to the second story, he can already hear the argument - or rather the one sided argument as Lestrade is yelling about stealing dead bodies and from Sherlock, nothing.

Which means all of his attention is now focused on why Mycroft is here. Well that's ... good. Perhaps. Mycroft rapped on the door, to find it opened by John Watson.

Who lifted both eyebrows, surprise on his face. "Ah, hello, Mycroft, bit of an awkward time ..."

"So I've gathered from the hallway." Mycroft slipped inside, flicking a gaze to the ranting Lestrade then over to Sherlock.

[james_kirk]

The one thing that bothers Jim while he waits in the car and makes idle conversation with the driver is how damn much Sherlock looks like Khan. Sure, he'd seen a picture of the man before, but it never really struck him just how absolute the similarity was until he'd seen Sherlock looking down at him from the window with that same calm, calculating, piercing gaze.

It's a little bit unnerving, and Jim has to wonder if, during the Eugenics Wars, maybe Sherlock did exist and they'd used his DNA to help Augment Khan. Certainly, the disassociative nature and phenomenal cunning could have been borrowed.

Not that Jim knows Sherlock personally, but he's done a little research since he got here. The man is a high-functioning sociopath.

Still, Jim's not going to judge, despite the unpleasant memories that face brings up. They're two completely different people who happen to wear the same face. Like some other people he happens to know.

And somehow, through all his musings, he still manages to give the driver the impression he showed Mycroft the time of his life, despite never actually saying anything lewd or remotely suggestive.

[brotherthine]

In the next fifteen minutes, the following things happen. The shouting from upstairs suddenly cuts off, and about three minutes later Gregory Lestrade comes storming down the steps. He glowers at Mycroft's car suspiciously and pointedly, before growling at Donovan to get in the car and they drive off.

Upstairs there is the sound of a violin being played loudly enough to be annoying, and then it stops again. A few minutes later, another face peeks out of the curtains, the mild one of Doctor John Watson. He gives the car a thoughtful look, before the curtain is twitched back into place.

About seven minutes after that, Mycroft came through the front door of Baker Street, looking somewhere between amused, affronted, and concerned. He glanced back up at the window, to find his brother watching him keenly, with the puzzle ball. Then he slipped inside the car.

"...Well that was ... hm." Mycroft huffed out a breath. "That was educational."

[james_kirk]

"I notice I seem to be getting stared at a lot. Did everything go okay?" Jim looks over at Mycroft. He's since unbuckled his seatbelt to sprawl comfortably in the car, looking like it's his rather than under the ownership of someone he's only known for a couple of days.

[brotherthine]

"Well - yes. Except now after Sherlock opens the puzzle ball, I have to answer whether or not you and I are having sexual relations." Mycroft frowned faintly, as he re-buckled himself in. He nodded his head to his driver.

"On that note - Lestrade is upset with Sherlock because he is carrying body parts out of Barts again and ... I have absolutely no idea why he did not like Sherlock's and my initial conversation."

[james_kirk]

"That's an easy question to answer, though, isn't it? Just tell him the truth. Nothin' hard about that, right?" Jim grins at him, amused by the whole thing. "And what did you say to make him think we were in the first place? 'Cause I'm pretty sure that's an awful big leap to make for just seeing somebody in your car."

Jim's not sure what to make of Lestrade, though. Well, other than the fact that anybody would be pissed if Sherlock's been pilfering body parts. "He'll come around. Don't worry too much about it."

[brotherthine]

"Well there is the fact that is none of his business whom I am sleeping with. I think he was just looking to distract from Lestrade's anger, anyways, and not from any real interest." Mycroft arched an eyebrow at Jim, before he sighed, "Several reasons - I don't have friends. When he asked who you were, I said a friend and he temporized from there. Incorrectly, but he has his moments."

He looked out the window, because eye contact was not something he wanted to have. "He also theorized that I am sexually attracted to you. Which honestly, is something of a given considering your physical attributes."

A sigh. "I certainly hope so, or your plan will not work well. Let us go, I have a meeting."

[james_kirk]

Jim shuffles back into something somewhat resembling upright as he clicks his seatbelt back into place. "Who knows? Maybe Lestrade was kinda angry that you had a 'friend with benefits'. Potentially."

The blond looks over at Mycroft, watching him carefully. So, Mycroft thinks he's hot, huh? But the man's right. Most people think Jim's hot. Still, it's flattering that a proper man such as Mycroft has fallen prey to his good looks. "Look at the silver lining: at least he didn't theorize it because he caught me giving you a blowjob in the back of the car, or something."

Jim, ever the eloquent one, but his main task is to distract Mycroft's thoughts away from Lestrade's departure.

[brotherthine]

He let out a brief snort, eyebrows raising together, "Doubtful. Clearly his anger is stemming from being thwarted in his lecture. I could have told him it would be of no use - lecturing Sherlock only makes him go in the opposite direction. Sometimes, that's useful."

One side of his mouth lifted in a faint smirk, and he finally looked back at Jim. "Well, the likelihood of that happening is zero percent, but yes, I suppose so."

Consider himself distracted. Ah, blowjobs. The sexually frustrated answer to a quickie.

[james_kirk]

Oh, Jim knows all about stubborn people and lectures. He falls neatly into that category and he won't even try to deny it.

"Zero percent? Why? Because of you or because of me?" Jim asks, wiggling his eyebrows.