Oh looksie, I wrote another Mystrade thing:

Never Just Filling Space – Now that Sherlock has returned, what will it mean for Mycroft and Greg?

Teaser below the cut

Greg stepped into the room. Mycroft stood by the window, staring out at the city. After the chaos of the last few days, with Sherlock stepping back into the world of the living, the room was strangely silent and still.

He was still reeling himself. He and Mycroft had grown closer over the last few years and he honestly had no idea what Sherlock’s return would mean for them. Not that he ever had or would begrudge Mycroft his little brother. Quietly he stepped to Mycroft’s side, taking in the view himself. The city was cloudy and gray, the window keeping even the sound of traffic at bay.

Mycroft’s hand brushed his own.

Greg took his hand, wrapping a warm palm around his cool hand and squeezing gently. A soft sigh escaped Mycroft’s lips. Tugging him from the window, he pulled him to the couch and set him down, never letting go of his hand as he sat next to him.

They stayed like that, silence stretching out. Greg cradled his hand. Occasionally Mycroft would squeeze, as if assuring himself of Greg’s presence. For his part Greg’s mind played over the last few days. The shock, the anger. Not for himself so much as for John and Mycroft and the perdition they’d been through over the last few years. He hoped like hell Sherlock wouldn’t wreck things between John and Mary; the man deserved some happiness. Yes, Sherlock had good reason, but the world was still settling around his factual presence.