回复：【半原创】Un Amour Pour La Vie/一生挚爱【麦雷吧】

CHAPTER SIX UN BAISER D'ADIEU
'You're moving?' yelled Greg so loudly that Mycroft had to cover his mouth as fast as possible before they caught more attention. 'You're telling me you're moving? Are you thick or I am?' Greg was too astonished to believe it, but this time talking low.
'We're both fine! However it's my family. The family will move for the sake of Daddy's work,' said Mycroft gloomily, suggesting that he didn't like the idea.
'What about the school? We're almost done. Are you gonna transfer again?'
'Of course not. I'm not leaving tomorrow. My parents would like me to finish this semester first. I mean, we're in Six, aren't we? So not until the ceremony.'
'That doesn't cheer me up at all,' said Greg in huge disappointment.
Mycroft and Greg had known each other for over two years. They were in Grad Six at present, the last year of the primary school. Many things had happened during this period of time. They became very close, almost inseparable. Greg improved himself quite much in scores. Mycroft was more and more like an average boy of the right age instead of a lonely brilliant nerd. They had grown up and tall although Greg was still taller. They enjoyed good times and the cottage by the river was their base for operations. They went fishing occasionally, yet mostly just having fun along the water. There was a time the two planned to let the tiny Sherlock join them but to find this little fellow was not easy to get along with.
They surely had fights and rows, sometime serious. After conflicts however they were still together, although Greg didn't understand that why it was always him to compromise first. Must because of the age, Greg wondered.
Now Mycroft was talking about leaving, which was hard for both of them to accept peacefully. 'Where are you moving?' asked Greg.
'Not sure yet. Somewhere in Scotland I bet.'
'Then what's wrong with England?' Greg felt annoyed.
'We still have a couple of months though,' Mycroft tried to retrieve the air. Greg nevertheless cast a 'so-what' look so Mycroft was muted.
No matter how hard they tried to ignore the dates on calendar, what must be, must be. Soon it was the day for farewell.
'Nice day, isn't it?'
'You don't think so, do you?'
'No, I don't.'
The silence surrounding was overwhelming and Mycroft decided to break it. 'Look, Greg. It's not the end of the world. I mean, it's just Scotland, still in Britain.'
'Then I shall thank God for not making you overseas.'
'I know it's not easy for you, but do you really think it is for me?'
'You're the one to leave! I'm the one to be left behind!'
'I'm leaving but not to abandon you! You bet I'm gonna put you away, don't you? Or it's you actually thinking so?'
'You bastard! How dare you say...'
'I know clearly that I mean a lot to you because you me!'
'Sorry, I'm sorry. Blimey, I just feel...'
'I know, Greg, I know. As I feel the same.'
The two stood in front of Mycroft's house, watching staff stuffing the giant track with furniture and boxes professionally and quickly. It was about time.
'Greg,' Mycroft took a deep breath, feeling like making a decision. 'Here's the address.'
Greg took the note to read. During his reading, Mycroft put hands on Greg's shoulders, leaning forwards, and kissed his cheek.
'Write to me,' he whispered in Greg's ear, putting something in his pocket, and then turned around to run as the family was calling him.
Holding the note in hand, Greg looked at the running figure of Mycroft. He felt the pocket. It was the key to the cottage.
* * * *
Greg teased Mycroft for running away. 'You must have planned the scene so you didn't give me a chance to say no.' Yet Mycroft himself also felt uncompleted for his plan as he didn't give Greg time to kiss back!

第六章离别之吻
“你要搬家？”格雷格大声嚷嚷，麦克劳夫特不得不赶紧捂住他的嘴不引起更多注意。“你说你要搬家？是你傻了还是我傻了？”格雷格被震得不敢相信，只是这次放低了声音。
“我们都不傻！是我家。我家为了爸爸的工作要搬家。”麦克劳夫特说得很郁卒，表示他也不喜欢这样。
“学校怎么办？我们都快毕业了。你又要转学？”
“当然不是。我又不是明天就走。我家想让我读完这学期。我是说我们这不都六年级了么？起码毕业典礼以后的。”
“那也没啥好高兴的。”格雷格说得非常非常失望。
麦克劳夫特和格雷格已经认识两年多了。他们现在都是六年级，小学最后一年。两年多里发生了很多事。他们变得非常要好，几乎形影不离。格雷格的成绩提高了很多。麦克劳夫特也越来越像一个适龄的小孩子而不是一个孤零零的小书呆子了。他们一起长大，一起长高，虽然还是格雷格高点儿。他们一起度过欢快时光，河边小别墅就是他们的活动基地。有时候钓鱼，而更多的时候就是在水边胡闹。曾经有次他们试图让小夏洛克也跟着一起玩儿，结果发现这小家伙不太好相处。
他们也打过架吵过嘴，有时候事儿还挺大。但每次争执过后，他们还是在一起，尽管格雷格一直搞不懂为啥他总是最先妥协的那个。一定是因为年纪，他这么想。
现在麦克劳夫特说起要搬家，这事儿他俩都无法平静接受。“搬哪儿？”格雷格问。
“还不确定。我猜是苏格兰哪里。”
“英格兰又有什么不好？”格雷格心烦意乱的。
“我们还是有几个月的。”麦克劳夫特想要缓解气氛。但是格雷格给他个“那又如何”的脸色，他立马安静了。
无论他们怎么努力无视日历上日期的变化，该来的总要来。很快到了要分开的那一天。
“多好的一天，是吧？”
“你真这么觉得？”
“不，不是。”
这份寂静太有压力，麦克劳夫特决定打破它。“你看，格雷格，这又不是世界末日。苏格兰而已，还在英国的。”
“我得感谢老天没让你漂洋过海。”
“我知道这对你来说不容易接受，但你觉得这对我就容易么？”
“你才是要离开的那个！我才是被留下的那个！”
“只是离开，又不是不要你！你觉得我就这么抛弃你了，是吧？还是其实你才想不要我了？”
“你个混蛋！你怎么敢这么说…”
“我知道我对你很重要，因为你对我一样重要！”
“对不起，真对不起。天呐，我真是…”
“我知道的，格雷格，我知道。因为我也一样。”
两人站在麦克劳夫特家门口，看着工人们熟练又快速地用家具和箱子填满搬家大货车。快要到时间了。
“格雷格，”麦克劳夫特深呼吸，好像下了一个决定。“这是地址。”
格雷格拿过纸条来看。在他看纸条的时候，麦克劳夫特双手扶着他的肩，身体前倾地，亲吻了格雷格的脸颊。
“给我写信，”他小声的跟格雷格说，把什么东西放到了他的口袋里，然后转身就跑开了。家人已经在叫他了。
格雷格捏着纸条，看着麦克劳夫特跑开的身影。他摸了摸口袋。是小别墅的钥匙。
* * * *
格雷格笑话麦克劳夫特那次跑开：“你一定是有预谋的，我都没机会说不。”而麦克劳夫特本人也觉得预谋得不完整，都没给格雷格亲回来的时间！

CHAPTER SEVEN LES JOURNEES DE LA VIE
The twins became individuals, which took them both quite a while to get used to. They went to middle schools after the farewell, one in London, the other in Glasgow. Although it merely took five hours or so from King Cross to Central Station, the two never managed to visit each other. Schools, assignments, activities and families.
In order not to end up as others' miserable long-distance friendships did, they made a decision to keep in touch in a very old-fashion way, the post. Every other week, they wrote letters to each other, talking about basically everything.
As for schools, the interesting or boring courses, the mild or tough teachers, as well as the over-matured boys or girls.
As for families, Mycroft mentioned about his little brother as a hard nut to crack along with his envy that Greg was the only child. Greg replied him saying that to live with half a dozen of cousins under the same roof was far worse than dealing with le petit diable. Mycroft however insisted that Sherlock was completely and utterly as annoying as a whole dozen of relatives if not worse.
As for themselves, they sent pictures straightforward. Greg couldn't help laughing out loud when he saw the group photo of the Holmes brothers. Mycroft, smiling big, was placing an arm around Sherlock's shoulder while the little one was staring at that very hand in a refusing manner, feeling like biting the hand in the next second if it remained there.
Greg was Greg as before, the kind fellow who was glad to help when people needed him. He got stronger and taller in a very good shape. His dark hazel eyes were always shining as bright as stars, full of emotion. As a bigger boy, Greg had got a clear clue that he ought to work hard for scores and his future even though Mycroft was no longer his tutor. Yet he kept groaning no teachers doing teaching as well as Mycroft had done, which pleased Mycroft vastly.
Mycroft nevertheless had grown up in another way. Reading a lot and being decent and polite of course, yet he was sort of granted a sense of alienation. People had difficulties to tell his actual feelings when Mycroft smiled or was silent. They considered him as hard to get along with as his brother, which yet didn't bother Mycroft any more. He put another picture in an album specific for Greg, with all others he'd obtained by far.
"Perhaps it is what makes off Greg and me. He seems to have a gift to warm life up. In good days I enjoy the cheers with him. When blue I find the meaning of being together. Anyway I've got Greg, and that's it." He noted as so in the dairy.
With time going on, they were finally old enough to have their own mobiles to discover a new means for contact. They sent text messages excitedly and photographed oneself for the other. Greg was still vivid through the phone, sharing good and bad with his best fellow. Mycroft's voice was no longer as cute but graceful whereas once he had interactions with Greg it was completely not the case.
"Greg is a shelter for me. I am myself in front of him, no need to try hard, as he always is in front of the world. I wish him to be the Greg for good, whose hope is high. As he's got me he surely will be."

第七章生活啊生活
形影不离变各自为战，两个人都用了好久才适应过来。分别之后他们都上了中学，一个在伦敦，一个在格拉斯哥。尽管从国王十字到中央车站只有五个多小时候的路程，两个人却从没能看望过对方。学校，功课，活动，还有家。
为了不跟别人的长距离友情一样惨淡收场，两人决定用最原始的方式保持联系，那就是邮件。每两周他们互相写一次信，差不多告诉对方一切。
关于学校，那些或有趣有枯燥的课程，或和气或严格的老师们，还有那些早熟的男生女生。
关于家庭，麦克劳夫特说他弟弟让他头疼得可以，非常羡慕格雷格是独生子。格雷格回信说和好几个堂兄妹挤在一个屋檐下，还不如和小恶魔打交道呢。麦克劳夫特则坚信夏洛克绝对跟一打子亲戚加起来一样闹心，如果不是更闹心的话。
至于自己，他们就直接发照片了。格雷格看到福尔摩斯兄弟的合影的时候，绷不住放声大笑。麦克劳夫特笑得开心，一只胳膊搂着夏洛克。而做弟弟的一脸嫌弃的瞪着那只手，大有你不挪走我就咬上去的意思。
格雷格还是那个格雷格，在别人需要的时候热心帮忙。他变壮了变高了，身材很好。深棕色的眼睛总是如同星辰般闪亮，情绪丰富。长大了的格雷格很清楚，为了成绩和未来他得好好努力了，即使再也没有麦克劳夫特来教他了。但是他也一直在抱怨，说没人比麦克劳夫特教得更好，对此麦克劳夫特极度满意。
麦克劳夫特却在用另一种方式成长。还是读很多书，那么得体那么礼貌，但是却有了一种疏离感。他在笑或在沉默的时候，人们很难看透他真正的情绪。他们觉得他和他那个弟弟一样不好相处，不过麦克劳夫特根本不在意。他把格雷格的又一张照片放到了一个专门为他准备的相册里，和他现有的其它照片在一起。
“也许这就是格雷格和我的不同。他好像有种天赋，可以温暖一切。欢乐的日子里，我和他共享快乐。悲伤的日子里，我更能体会两个人的含义。不管怎么说，我已经有格雷格了，这就够了。”他在日记里写到。
再往后，他们终于到了可以拥有自己的手机的年龄，从而开发了新的联系方式。他们兴冲冲的发短信，自拍照片发给对方。格雷格隔着电话也那么活跃，跟他最好的伙伴分享一切好的坏的。麦克劳夫特的声音不再那么可爱，而是非常优雅。只是每次碰到格雷格，他就完全不够优雅了。
“对我而言，格雷格是一层保护。在他面前我可以做我自己而不用勉强，就像他在世人面前那样自在。我希望他一直都是这样的格雷格，充满希望。他一定会的，因为他也有我。”
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第六章英文版里有一句 Are you thick or I am?
Are you thick 并不是因为sick写错了是有这种表达
英式口语比较随意的表达“傻了 2了糊涂了”大概的意思
昨天突然想起来其实这句以前见过
狮子王里的刀疤的一首歌 Be Prepared 里面就有这么一句
But thick as you are, pay attention
My words are a matter of pride
这个thick 就是这种意思
当然更常用的还是表示厚度的~

CHAPTER EIGHT LES RETROUVAILLES （I）
It had been seven years. Greg made a circle on the calendar at the date which was the anniversary of that farewell. He counted several weeks afterwards and marked another date with a star. That would be the day for their tenth anniversary of their first sight.
It was the year of graduation. During the past seven years, they had finished middle and senior highs. Thanks to all types of communications, neither of them had ever lost his best friend. Greg happily checked the calendar again, humming. Almost the time.
"How time flies!" Mycroft had never been in such a good mood to apply this tacky sentence. Nothing at this moment could make him low as he would soon meet Greg and be together with him again. Days ago he got the great news from Greg that he was admitted by Middlesex University. Same day later, Mycroft shocked Greg with greater news that he was actually moving back to London.
'I told you London is the best! Now you see it too!' yelled Greg happily.
'Right, you're always right,' said Mycroft, smiling.
'And my campus is in London also. How nice we are together again!'
'I can't wait for that day, neither.'
'When is it? This month? You want me to pick you up?'
'Not that soon. It's a family thing, see. Sherlock and I may move to London first, for schooling you know, then the rest. Perhaps next month I bet. Anyway the point is, I am back!'
'Formidable! Have you a place by the way? Wanna share mine?'
'I think my parents will make all set but thank you. At least we've got the cottage.'
'The cottage! I love there! I've got so many good times for years.'
'I know, I know. I've got the photos from you. Glad to see you having fun.'
'Soon you'll see us having fun there! Oh man, I'm so happy.'
'Me too, Greg. So am I.'
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又有什么不能发的了…

CHAPTER EIGHT (II)

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This screening thing is utterly stupid! At the very least give out a reason why! Gosh! People talk.

第八章重逢之日
已经七年了。格雷格在日历上画了一个圈，日子是自分别以后的整年头。他又往后数了几周，又在一个日子上画了个星星。那是他们认识十周年的日子。
今年是毕业的年份。过去的七年里，他们完成了初中和高中。多亏了各种通讯手段，他们都没有失去最要好的朋友。格雷格哼着歌，开心滴又看了一遍日历。就快了。
“时光飞逝！”麦克劳夫特从没这么愉悦地写下了这句俗气的话。此时此刻没有任何事能烦恼到他，因为他很快就要再见到格雷格，和他在一起了。几天前他收到来自格雷格的好消息，他被大学录取了。当天晚些时候，麦克劳夫特用一个更棒的消息震惊了格雷格：他就要回伦敦了。
“早就告诉你伦敦最好了！现在你也这么觉得吧！”格雷格开心地喊着。
“是的，你总是对的。”麦克劳夫特微笑地说。
“我的学校也在伦敦哦。我们又能在一起了，真好！”
“我也迫不及待了。”
“啥时候？这个月么？要不要我去接你？”
“没那么快。你知道的，一家子。我和夏洛克估计会先到伦敦，学校什么的你看，其他人随后来。我想可能下个月吧。不过最关键的，我回来了！”
“赞！对了你有地方住么？跟我一起？”
“我猜我家到时候都能安排好，不过还是谢了。至少我们还有小别墅嘛。”
“小别墅！我爱死那里了！这些年在那里都很开心。”
“我知道，我知道。我看到你那些照片了。真高兴你在那里很开心。”
“很快你就能看到我们一起在那里开心了！老天，我太高兴了！”
“一样的，格雷格，我也是。”
这通电话过后，一切照旧，只是这俩人都觉得日子比往常都长。格雷格每天都在倒数。老实说他也不确定麦克劳夫特是哪天回来，但他就觉得能是画星星那天。
那天就是明天了。格雷格在今天的日期上画叉叉的时候，门口有人敲门。他站起身来开门，却看到一张笑眯眯的熟悉的脸。
“不是吧！”
“恩？”
“你怎么今天就来了？应该是明天！”
“呃，那真不好意思，日子错了？”
“当然！还没准备好呢。”
“不过你都在今天日子上画叉了，理论上说我也没错太多吧？”
“你咋知道的？”
“亲，你还拿着笔呢。”
“天！”
“我们就这样在门口站着么？还是我明天再来？”
“啊，不好意思。快进来。你能找到这里真是奇迹。我是说，你都离开伦敦好多年了不是么？好多东西变了。”
“总有一些是不变的。再说我对我的记忆力很有信心。”
“这倒是。看你头发就能看出来。”
“噢，别提了。难道你看不出来你没我高了么？”
“嘿，我一米八，够用了。”
“真是不好意思啊亲爱的，但是我一米八五了。”
* * * *
格雷格说他被麦克劳夫特骗了。麦克劳夫特一头雾水不知道为什么。“就因为回来早了？”他问。格雷格却怪他给自己的照片具有欺骗性。“我怎么能看出来你都一米八了？还五！参照物还是夏洛克！”

第十章天都亮了
“太太太太太太太太太太对了！”这是此时此刻唯一在麦克劳夫特脑海里奔腾的句子，也是之后写满了日记的一句。疑虑、担心，还有负罪感，统统不见。当他看见那双变得更加明亮的眼睛的时候，麦克劳夫特知道他并不是一个人。
黎明时分，温暖灿烂。昨夜的雷雨很好地将一切洗刷如新。微风吹进没有关严的窗子，轻轻拂动了窗帘，带来了一阵大自然的清新。麦克劳夫特这辈子头一次，可以分辨出空气流动的色彩。
格雷格就在身边，安稳宁静地睡着。抱着他，感受到生命跃动的脉搏，麦克劳夫特有一种前所未有的真实感。他倾身凑近，亲吻了格雷格的额头，来证明这一切是真的，与此同时在内心感谢自己，没有让此刻成为遗憾。
睡着的就要醒来了。格雷格轻轻动了动放在麦克劳夫特肩膀上的头，麦克劳夫特不得不警告自己“淡定点儿！”。
“早上好。美好的一天，不是么？”麦克劳夫特轻声说。
格雷格几秒钟以后才意识到自己已经醒了，他笑着说：“美好的一天。”
室外的阳光过于灿烂，窗帘也无法将它拦住。光与影投射在屋子里，让一切变得温暖而梦幻。两人并不想动弹，就这么舒服地交谈着。
“你早就知道会这样的，是吧？”
“老实说，没有。”
“好像我会信似的。”
“好吧，我知道。”
“看！”
“你总是对的。”
“我当然是对的。告诉过你，十三又是星期五准没有好事儿。”
“它们毁了我们的计划，确实不怎么样。”
“还有我们的友谊。”
“什么？”
“你真觉得从今以后我们还是朋友？”
这是非常尴尬的一刻，时间和一切都凝固了。麦克劳夫特看向格雷格的眼睛，闪亮依旧却严肃，他想从中发现点儿什么来让自己安心。然后，他很开心地笑了。
“比朋友还要好。”
“恩，比朋友还要好。”格雷格笑眯眯地回应了。
清风带来树木沙沙的声音，偶尔还夹杂着潺潺的流水声。
“你想过这场景的吧？”
“我们么？是的。不确定什么时候，但是想过。为什么这样看着我？”
“难以置信啊。”
“嗯？”
“从没想过你会不规矩，想些乱七八糟的。”
“拜托，你才是不规矩的那个吧？”
“什么时候？”
“一直都是。‘主任这次来处理你。’‘你怎么敢往你班主任的包里放一堆毛毛虫！’”
“噢罗宾森太太！还有主任！我真该告他们毁我名声是不是？”
“应该的，我支持你。再说，那也不是乱七八糟，现在也不是。”
“和想的一样？”
“大体一致小有不同。”
“好的不同？”
“再好不过了。”
太阳继续升高，光影在地板上变换着角度。两个人时而交谈，时而享受着宁静。最后他们决定弄点儿东西吃。
“谢天谢地是周末啊。不用上学，真开心。”格雷格边穿衣服边悠闲地说着，麦克劳夫特从后面望着他。他突然有了一个疯狂又极端的想法。
“那我们就这么呆着。不上学，不工作。就我们俩。”
“不可能！”格雷格大叫，显然他毫无思想准备。“我同意你说学校有时候很无聊。但是工作啊亲！”
“你知道的…”
“我不知道。你在说的是工作，让你在城里有钱有一席之地的工作。”
“我是说…”
“别说傻话了。这还是我认识的麦克劳夫特么，还是被附体了？你在担心个啥？”
“没什么，就是…”
“放轻松，伙计！好吧我不清楚你都有些什么顾虑，但是听着！你不是一个人。我罩着你，亲爱的！”格雷格说着，拍了拍麦克劳夫特的肩膀。
一语胜于千万，一瞬即为永恒。麦克劳夫特紧紧抱住格雷格，头埋在他的怀里。麦克劳夫特在心里承认他彻彻底底地错了。他自己才不是那个应该被感激的，要感谢的是格雷格。
“非常感谢他，感谢他允许我没有将此刻变成遗憾。”麦克劳夫特在他用同样一句话刷了整页日记后，又加了一句。
* * * *
“你真被惯坏了。”格雷格无奈地说，而麦克劳夫特笑眯眯：“这都是你的错。”这样的场景在几十年里上演了无数次，时不时还附带着闹心的画外音。“看在老天的份儿上，你们俩！这儿还有人呢！”

CHAPTER ELEVEN HAKUNA MATATA
All had changed. All had remained. All in all they were one, which was on top of everything. They kept in touch by phones during busy weekdays, and filled weekends with all sorts of activities. Some nights were the nights but they knew what meant the most to them.
'I made it! I made it! It's Tobias! It's him!' called Greg excitedly, too loud for Mycroft to stay close to the phone.
'Cool down, Greg. You're deafening me,' complained Mycroft, although he didn't sound like so.
'Sorry, man. I'm just too high,' said Greg, giggling.
'I can hear that. Take a breath and now tell me what's happening.'
'OK, here's the thing. I've got an intern in Scotland Yard and guess who is my boss?'
'Must be someone amazing. The Tobias, I guess?'
'Bingo! That's D.I. Gregson, my hero, man!'
'Bravo, Greg! You're flying!'
'Oh good monsieur, you've no idea.'
This was the last year of their colleges, the year before entering the real world. Mycroft put the mobile back to his pocket after the call and then autographed some document with a minor smile on his face. Greg was all set, now his turn.
Frankly speaking Mycroft himself was not a fan of politics since it had way much to do with human beings, whereas the only people he did care in the globe were countable by one hand. However things could become interesting if you watched them from another point of view. Men's thoughts, men's activities as well as interactions between one and another, all could be entertaining.
"Surely entertaining. To serve the country is the face and to make the hard choice is the core. Saying the Queen and royalty is not quite my thing. I prefer the wording, to achieve a state of equilibrium among multiple parties. After all Greg is doing his best, tracking criminals down across the years through thick and thin. How could I be left behind?" According to Mycroft's page.
Another rainy day of London, which was routine. Yet not every Londoner was fully prepared no matter how long he had been in this city, for example, Inspector Lestrade. Sally Donovan, Sergeant in his team just now knocked the door to ask if he would like to carpool because of the rain. Greg however excused himself from the kind offer, saying extra hours, which was half of the actual reason.
'Good evening, Inspector. '
'May I help you, Monsieur?'
'I would like to report a crime that somebody ignores weather reports.'
'As you know Monsieur, there are storms we cannot weather.'
'You surely weather I've got the umbrella, don't you?'
'Of course, that's one of your advantages.'
'Oh dear, you flattered me.'
The Mister Important, Mycroft, covered Greg and himself under a big black umbrella that he held everyday, smiling. After the unexpected rain on that you-know-which anniversary, Mycroft had tried so hard to make Greg mind the weather. Romance was good but health should be better. However neither that future or this present Inspector had never remembered to do so. Therefore the other had to take over the responsibility.
'How is everything? You work late today.'
'I'm in the Yard, no such thing as off duty.'
'You make me feel shamed as I had a light schedule today.'
'You deserve a lighter one, Mycroft. You've looked tired for ages. I know you'll always make it as you've always done, but still.'
'I'm fine, Greg. Don't worry about me too much.'
'OK, not you, how about Anthea? The little girl deserves a good break.'
Anthea, assistant of Mycroft, couldn't hide herself in the background any more. She greeted and smiled to Greg, 'Thank you for your kind offer, Inspector. I'm glad with my status in quo and all fine.'
'Don't push things as this man. He is mutated.'
'Beg your pardon?'
'Look at you and Sherlock, you've got genes beyond human's imagination. Marvelous brains I mean.'
'I take it as compliment. Coming to Sherlock, is he doing well?'
'Oh he is really into driving Anderson crazy.'
'Hopefully your team will be used to him soon.'
'You mean decades?'
'There is still a way.'

CHAPTER TWELVE DU BON ET DU MAUVAIS
Greg never asked what Mycroft actually did at work initiatively. He used to be curious to death at the first place. However he soon realized that his curiosity had a chance to put them in trouble. Then he stopped. If Mycroft would like to say something about work, he listened patiently, such as Anthea the helpful assistant. Otherwise, Greg never wondered as he understood there must be a reason.
His super idol, D.I. Gregson had retired gracefully and after years of dedicated works Greg became the new leader. Life was perfect, according to Greg. A beloved career, an ideal Valentine, a lively family, a bunch of reliable colleagues, and Mycroft's little brother...
Mycroft's little brother...Greg sighed a heavy sigh. He had known Sherlock for over twenty years and till now, he was still not sure if this fellow had actually grown u****ot. This wonder had nothing to do with physical conditions. As for intelligence, God bless Great Britain! Yet somehow Greg had a feeling that was hard to tell. Now standing at the front gate of 221B Baker Street, Greg was about to visit this little brother.
It turned out only John home. John Waston, ex-army doctor, Sherlock's flatmate. Greg had been so glad to see such an opportunity for the little fellow to know how to deal with people in an average way. Experience however told him that John merely was another name on the 'Spoiling-Sherlock-Too-Much' list. After all Greg had to confess that he himself was on this list, too.
'He's in Barts, some odd idea, you know.'
'That's what makes Sherlock. He will somewhat scare me if he's one of us one day.'
'You've got the point. Coffee?'
'Tea, please. I don't need an alert mind since he's not in.'
'Rare to see you in weekdays. I thought you're twenty-four seven.'
'I actually am. But today rest.'
'Not for the case?'
'No, just closed a big one.'
'The one Sherlock...you know.'
'Yes, that one.'
'I see.'
The conversation with John was apparently enjoyable, especially taking the Holmes brothers as topics. John had a vast of complaints about noises in the midnight, body debris scattered in the flat, and so on.
'Nothing is gonna scare me after all those pieces, even Sherlock becomes a human if you ask me,' said John helplessly.
'And my wall. I should have increased your rents, boy.'
'Even mine? Please, Mrs. Hudson!' groaned John.
Mrs. Hudson, the landlady of 221B, joined the talk when she served them tea. FYI, she was also on the list. Greg showed a big smile, feeling cozy to have such afternoon tea. Mycroft was on a trip again to somewhere that couldn't be told, making Greg the guardian of the boys. 'You'll like John's personality,' Mycroft was certain. Greg heartily admitted that John was a sweetheart and normal human being indeed. So was Mrs. Hudson.
'Shan't have let you boys ever in,' she said, pretending serious.
'Oh ma'm, you know how thankful we are!' called John, giving Mrs. Hudson a hug. The landlady laughed out and left for her place.
'How innocent I am!' said John to the beaming Greg.
'Been there, trust me.'
'Has he been like this for long?'
'Oh dear, since day one.'
'No wonder you're Inspector.'
'You'd been in wars then.'
'And I thought I'd seen the worst yet Sherlock's just proved me wrong. To be honest with you Greg, he's a machine at times.'
'That's the Holmes. They can be sweet as long as they want to but they choose to be demons instead.'
'I bet you're right. A man of mercy rarely comes out of him.'
'That two siblings, they have personalities you either love or hate. But only they can do what they've done.'
'A blessing or a curse?'
'How about both?'
'God bless them.'
'God bless us too.'
* * * *
Sherlock yelled to his brother not to send baby-sitter any more. Mycroft nevertheless ignored him completely and utterly. Dealing with the Holmes took guts, especially when oneself was sandwiched, which was well understood by Inspector Lestrade. However as long as you could handle the worst of them, you deserved the best.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN UNE LETTRE INATTENDU
Everything was routine. Mycroft was busy with critical events, domestic or international, traveling a lot with the assistant. Greg was hooked by cases with his team and sometimes the Holmes Jr. who was halfway between brilliance and annoyance. Sherlock did favors to Scotland Yard once he found something interesting in a certain case otherwise he preferred the couch. John came to assist Sherlock as well as to discipline him during solving problems.
Evils came. Evils left. London was perfectly protected by the Yard and some private forces. Days were peaceful and joyful to the many.
Life however had ups and downs, even Mycroft was no exception. The hard-nut Sherlock was one large side of the story but he was not the one Mycroft was worried much at this moment. It was actually Greg.
Yes, Greg, the man who always let Mycroft feel safe and sure but now threw a big surprise. A letter. The moment Mycroft unsealed it he was wondering if life had been back twenty years ago. Then he went frozen when he knew what this letter contained.
Life had downhills. Things could go wrong.
Mycroft found Greg sitting near the steam at the cottage. He looked tired and pale, wrapped in an ill-fitted overcoat at random. Mycroft felt deeply sorry to see such a dispirited Greg, who was supposed to be full of energy for good. He felt much guiltier for this Greg since Mycroft himself was the one to drive him as this.
'Enjoy the sunshine, dear?' Mycroft began with an easy topic.
Greg however didn't dart a look, simply getting on his feet and heading for the riverside. Mycroft wondered how to continue but he got way astonished to see a bottle of wine. Greg was never a drinker! If he used alcohol it meant something was really bad.
'May I share a glass?' Mycroft tried again.
Greg took a drink and finally looked into his direction. Mycroft was happy about this feedback but then fell deeper to see the expressionless face.
'Havn't seen you after back. Rumour has it that you get a new boyfriend, don't you? Just tell me.' Mycroft was doing his best to make the air easy by saying silly.
Greg gave out a laugh blankly while Mycroft did a dry one. They got eye contacts at last, and Mycroft saw his sad eyes, no longer brilliant.
'Flowers,' said Greg.
'Right I've got you flowers! You told me that you like them.'
'I like them alive.'
'Sorry. Never again,' said Mycroft urgently. 'Could you come over, please? You look tired, Greg. Something bad happened? Say it out and I'll help you.'
'Surely you will. You're the Mycroft, aren't you? Always know what's on the way.'
'I don't get it...'
'Hoho,' laughed Greg in a low tone, which made Mycroft nervous. 'You have this...unreasonable need someone to rely on. You noticed that?'
'I didn't mean it. I know I've done something wrong. Please don't be mad with me!' Mycroft quickly followed up. He had already got some clue before he came here and now he needed a chance to start the conversation.
'Did you? Fine then, don't leave it there,' said Greg, looking at Mycroft eye-to-eye.

'Look Greg, all I've done is because I love you, please keep this in mind. I care about you so much and couldn't afford to lose you in any way. I did send my men around you. They were not spying you, I swear! I did so just because I'd like to know if you're safe in the first place. Being a cop means dangers and I can't put you in any. Please Greg, I should have let you know. I've been stupid for keeping you in dark. I didn't do anything to interrupt your detection or whatever, trust me! I...'
'Hmm, it's a good one. No need to remind me of your love, I know it well. And that's why I could handle your men so long. Talking about that lot, Mycroft, I'd say you've got the best fellows. They were so close to fool me all if I were not a cop. Sorry for them I am. I'm not so clever as you are, Mycroft, we both know. But I'm still good enough to be an inspector, even you can't deny that. I'd known your fellows since, well not day one, maybe week one. I never took it as a problem or whatever because you're concerned. You care about me and you did so. I care about you too so I didn't mind. Happy?'
'Then I don't understand. I honestly didn't do anything else...'
'Are you sure?'
'Please.'
'You've done background checking on Donovan and Anderson, haven't you?' asked Greg casually, feeling like that he didn't really want an answer. 'Their resumes, histories, families and whatever they've been involved in.'
Mycroft went speechless. He had. As a matter of fact, not only the two mentioned, the entire team of Greg's had been investigated thoroughly. It was thanks to his position that enabled him to get inside information compared to any other, but it was not the point at this moment.
'How could you ever do that? They are my fellows, my friends. They follow my leadership willingly because they trust me so much. Now I pay them up by doing homework on their lives instead of relying on them. It's all fine that you want to keep an eye on me and get first-hand news about me, Mycroft. But it's never good to do such things to my colleagues! Even you, out of love. They are reliable. Each and every of them!'
'I'm terribly sorry, Greg. What shall I do to make this right? If there's any I'll do it. Don't blame yourself Greg, I'm the one.'
'Any difference? You did or I did. The output is the same. You've done the same thing to John, right? Making sure he follows Sherlock with goodness and loyalty. To be honest with you Mycroft, it's my first time to feel sorry for our little brother in all the decades.'
'Forget about them two, it's us. I was so afraid to see you in danger and any thought of that drove me nuts. I had to ensure myself no hidden threats around you! Do you think it was easy for me to hear that you were pointed by a gun?'
'For God's sake Mycroft, you're the one to do the very job of the least security in the world! And what was the use to inform you when you were in the Far East.'
'I'm taking about the time I was in France! My Lord, how many rifles had pointed you on earth!'
Both of them stopped. The atmosphere tasted heavy.

第十三章突如其来的信
一切照旧。麦克劳夫特为国内国际的大事忙碌着，带着助理四处出差。格雷格他那一组被案子缠住，有时候还有那个既聪明无比又闹心巴拉的小福尔摩斯。碰到某些有意思的案子，夏洛克也来苏格兰场搭把手，要不然他更想躺沙发。约翰来协助夏洛克查案的时候也在约束他。
坏人出现了。坏人消失了。伦敦被苏格兰场和某些个人力量，好好地保护着。对大多数人来说，日子平静祥和。
然而生活总是跌宕的，就算麦克劳夫特也不例外。那个难缠的夏洛克占据了一大部分，但此时此刻，他并不是让麦克劳夫特非常担忧的那个。事实上，格雷格才是。
是的，格雷格，那个一直以来都让麦克劳夫特觉得安定放心的人，此时却给了他个大惊喜。一封信。麦克劳夫特在拆信的时候还在琢磨，日子是不是回到二十年前了。然后看到了信的内容，他僵住了。
生活难免遭遇低谷。事情可能变得很糟。
麦克劳夫特在小别墅那里找到了格雷格，坐在河边。他看起来疲惫苍白，随意地裹着一件不合体的大衣。看到这样颓废的格雷格，麦克劳夫特难受极了，他应该是永远充满活力的啊。面对这样的格雷格，麦克劳夫特更有负罪感，因为正是他本人造成了这样的他。
“亲爱的，晒太阳呢？”麦克劳夫特扯起一个轻松的话题。
但是格雷格看都没看，就那么站起来往河边走。麦克劳夫特不知道怎么继续，但是非常震惊地看到了一瓶酒。格雷格从不喝酒！如果他喝酒了，说明问题真的很糟糕。
“可以给我一杯么？”麦克劳夫特再次尝试。
格雷格喝了一口，终于看向了他的方向。麦克劳夫特为这回应高兴了一下，但紧接着看到那面无表情的脸，更无措了。
“回来后还没看到你呢。听说你有新男朋友了，是吧？跟我说说。”麦克劳夫特尽量地用傻话来缓解气氛。
格雷格空洞地笑了一声，麦克劳夫特也干笑了一下。他们终于视线接触了，麦克劳夫特看到了那双悲伤的眼睛，不再明亮。
“花啊，”格雷格说。
“是啊我给你带花了！你说过你喜欢的。”
“我喜欢他们活着。”
“对不起！不会再这样了，”麦克劳夫特连忙说道，“你能过来么？你看起来很累，格雷格。发生什么不好的事了么？跟我说，我帮你。”
“你当然帮我。你可是麦克劳夫特啊，不是么？总是知道要发生什么。”
“我不明白…”
“呵呵，”格雷格低声地笑。“你有一种…不可理喻的、需要别人依赖的需求，你注意到没有？”
“我不是故意的。我知道我做错了。求你别生我的气！”麦克劳夫特赶紧跟上。他在来之前已经多少察觉到一些，他现在需要的，是一个打开话题的话头。
“是么？好吧，那就说说。”格雷格说着，看向了麦克劳夫特的眼睛。
“那什么格雷格，请千万记住无论我做过什么，都是因为我爱你。我太在乎你，无法忍受以任何方式失去你。我确实派人到你身边了。他们不是在监视你，我发誓！我这么做就是想第一时间知道你是否安全。从警意味着危险，我不能让你陷入任何危险。求你了格雷格，我应该让你知道的。一直瞒着你实在是太傻了。我没做任何打扰你破案的事，相信我，我…”
“恩，说得不错。不用一直提醒我你的爱，我都知道的。这也就是为什么长久以来我一直忍着你的人。说起那些人，麦克劳夫特，我不得不说你真是有着最好的手下啊。他们几乎完全瞒过了我，如果我不是做这一行的话。对不住他们了，我是这一行的。我没你那么聪明，麦克劳夫特，这点我们都知道。但我也足够胜任一个探长了，这个连你都无法否认。我从，好吧不是第一天，第一个礼拜就知道这些人了。我从不把这事儿当事儿，因为你在担心。你在乎我，所以你这么做。我在乎你，所以我不介意。满意么？”
“那我还是不懂。老实说我真没再做…”
“确定？”
“拜托了。”
“你调查过多诺万和安德森的背景，是吧？”格雷格随意地问着，好像并不需要一个答案。“他们的履历，过去，家庭，和他们相关的一切。”
麦克劳夫特说不出话了。他做过。事实上，不只这两个人，整个格雷格的小组都被彻底调查过。托他所在职位的福，较之旁人他可以得到更多内部资料，但这不是此刻的重点。
“你怎么就能这么做？他们是我的伙伴，我的朋友。他们心甘情愿跟随我是因为他们非常信任我。现在我用调查而不是信赖来回报他们。你想关注我还是想知道我的第一手资料，都没问题。但决不能对我的同事做这样的事！即使是你，出于爱。他们值得信任。他们每一个人！”
“我非常非常抱歉，格雷格。我该怎样补救？如果有任何事我能做，我一定做。别责怪自己，格雷格，我才是那个做错的。”
“有区别么？你做的还是我做的。结果都是一样的。你也调查过约翰吧？确保他跟着夏洛克是出于好意和忠诚。说实话啊麦克劳夫特，这是我几十年来，头一次这么同情我们的小弟弟。”
“别提他们俩了，说我们。我太害怕看到你有危险。任何这样的想法都会让我崩溃。我需要确定你周围没有潜在的威胁！你觉得我听说你被人用枪指着是一件多容易接受的事么？”
“看在老天的份儿上麦克劳夫特，你才是做着天下最没有安全性工作的那个！而且你在远东啊，告诉你有什么用？”
“我说的是我在法国那次！天呐，你到底被多少狙击瞄准过啊！”
他俩都不说话了。空气凝重。

fellows for the sake of his safety. It was that that man had never taken advantage of his own power to interfere Greg's career, because Mycroft understood how proud Greg was to be a real Scotland Yarder and to serve the people and the society. Mycroft never turned his dreams and glories into shames.
'I shan't have said that...' whispered Greg. He would say sorry if Mycroft were in front of him at this moment, but he wasn't. Yet Greg was still feeling guilty for his faithful members, who should never be betrayed or doubted. Too many thoughts made Greg confused and he wondered what to say or do when next time he met Mycroft.
Finally Greg told himself that he would definitely right the wrong when tomorrow came. "Mycroft was all for me," Greg thought. "I won’t let him down."
Then tomorrow came.
The criminal classes in London were as bad as the rest in the world. They shattered peaceful lives for the major and ruined all happiness in the community. Another serious crime was reported to the Yard, D.I. Lestrade in charge of that. In order to catch the evil as soon as possible, Greg went to Sherlock but came across the brother unexpectedly.
Greg longed to talk with Mycroft but he knew it was not the right time. He introduced the case and clues they'd got by far briefly to Sherlock and made an appointment with him to meet at the Yard. Mycroft however didn't look at Greg all along until he left, and Mycroft took a glance at the door while Sherlock was looking at his brother in a disapproving manner.
'Remember last time in the Palace, what did you say about John and me?'
'I beg your pardon?'
'"Just once, can you two behave like grown-ups?" Was it? Well judging by the case now dear brother, it was a bit rich coming from you, wasn't it?'
'I didn't know you two were close.'
'What a shame! I thought you two were closer.'
Mycroft left the 221B after meeting John at the gate. He had a seat in the car, thinking. 'Have I done it wrong?' said Mycroft.
Anthea, sitting next to him, was not sure if it was a question to be answered. She was even less sure whether it was proper to let her leader know that she'd actually got the case, more or less. After a long while of silence, she decided to speak. 'I'm not supposed to make judgment on your moves, sir. But I have to say, Inspector Lestrade has somewhat got the point.'
* * * *
Generally, Greg was all clear to Mycroft since he had nothing to fear or hide, except for only one fact. He had never and would never tell Mycroft that on the next morning of their thirteenth anniversary, he nearly came to tears when Mycroft said 'Good morning'. Wasn't it all happy to meet the one you loved in every morning? Greg would like to treasure that particular moment secretly for his entire life.

第十四章两颗纠结的心
没人知道那天是如何收场的，除了他们俩。不是什么好结果。一方拒绝向另一方妥协，坚持自己这么做或者不这么做是有理由的。反之亦然。
麦克劳夫特坐在书桌前，手里拿着酒。他也不爱喝酒，除非某些场合必须喝酒。而此时他需要酒精来麻醉自己，为了缓解他的难受。怎么会变得这么糟呢？麦克劳夫特问自己，却找不到答案。格雷格的那封信摆在面前。每句措辞都很尖锐，非常不像格雷格的风格。
“我知道你不欠我的，而且你有摧毁我的能力。我请你不要这样。”盯着最后一段，麦克劳夫特想起来愤怒中的格雷格。
“你怎么还敢调查格雷格森探长！他是我的前辈！”格雷格大喊，眼里闪着愤怒。麦克劳夫特知道在这样的情况下，他再说什么都不会有用。
“格雷格…”麦克劳夫特喃喃自语，又倒了一杯酒，脆弱极了。他的眼睛漫无目的地扫过房间，这个他们曾经共度愉快时光的地方。现在一个在这里，一个在小别墅。
他看到了音响和影碟。格雷格爱唱歌，有把好嗓子。有时候他也会撺掇麦克劳夫特唱，但是麦克劳夫特从来不唱。“我唱歌就好像一大袋子土豆从山上滚下来。”他这么说。格雷格超级爱看电影，但也会跟着麦克劳夫特一起欣赏舞台剧和音乐会。
他看到了墙上的大镜子。格雷格跳舞也就凑合，但他非常享受。“坐着不动要人命。”他总这么说，而且要求麦克劳夫特也站起来跟着一起动动。
麦克劳夫特站起来，打开了音响。跟着旋律，他在地板上慢慢地跳着，一个人。
“他已经离开了啊，那唯一能让我哭泣的人…”这是格雷格最喜欢的曲子，虽然他不懂葡萄牙语。麦克劳夫特仔细地听着歌词。那封信，那段谈话，还有那个悲伤而愤怒的格雷格。麦克劳夫特身体的每一寸都在难过。他知道为什么那封信有几处从一开始就有些模糊了，因为他现在的眼泪，让它们更加模糊。
格雷格拿着另一瓶酒，非常非常悲伤。他现在更不爱喝酒了，因为它对自己的痛苦根本不起作用。每句话、每个表情，都在脑海里清晰地回放，让他觉得糟糕透了。我怎么就能对他说那么可怕的话？格雷格懊悔地想。
如他所言，格雷格根本就不在意麦克劳夫特派的人。事实上，有他们在旁边，他觉得挺安心还有点儿小甜蜜，因为他能感受到麦克劳夫特的关心。更重要的是，这些人的存在给予他更多的胆量去追缉罪犯或处理紧急事务，因为格雷格知道他不可能陷入真正的危险当中。人们说他是苏格兰场最勇敢的人，就和当年格雷格森探长一样。格雷格很自豪也很确定，因为有所保证，所以无所畏惧。
格雷格双手捂住脸，觉得脸湿湿的。他非常了解麦克劳夫特，麦克劳夫特也非常了解他。麦克劳夫特做过的最感人的事，并不是派人手来保护他的安全。而是这个人从来没用利用自己职务的权利，来干涉格雷格的事业。因为麦克劳夫特知道，格雷格是多么自豪可以成为一个真正的警员、服务人民与社会，麦克劳夫特从来没把他的梦想和荣耀变成耻辱。
“我不该那么说的…”格雷格小声说。他一定会道歉的，如果麦克劳夫特此时在他眼前的话；只是他不在。但是格雷格还是对他那些忠诚的同伴很内疚，他们不该被背叛或者被怀疑。太多的想法让格雷格一时想不明白，他不知道下次见到麦克劳夫特，他该说什么做什么。
终于，格雷格告诉自己，明天，他一定要把这事儿正过来。“麦克劳夫特都是为了我，”格雷格想，“我不会让他失望。”
然后明天到来了。
伦敦的犯罪阶层和世界其他地方的一样恶劣。他们打碎大众平静的生活，毁掉世间所有的美好。又一起恶性案件被报到苏格兰场，由雷斯垂德探长负责。为了尽快抓住凶犯，格雷格去找了夏洛克，却意外的碰到了他哥哥。
格雷格非常想和麦克劳夫特谈谈，但他知道现在不是时候。他简单地跟夏洛克介绍了下案子和现在收集到的线索，和他约定了时间在警局见。可麦克劳夫特从始至终都没有看格雷格一眼；直到他离开了，麦克劳夫特才向门口的方向看了看。而夏洛克正一脸不赞同地看着他哥哥。
“还记得上次在白金汉宫，你是怎么说我和约翰的来着？”
“你说什么？”
“‘仅此一次，你们俩能不能表现得像个大人？’是这话吧？从现在的情况来看我亲爱的大哥，你是不是挺没立场说这话的？”
“我真不知道你俩这么要好。”
“真遗憾！我真以为你俩更加要好。”
麦克劳夫特在221B的门口碰见了约翰，然后他离开了。坐在车里，他在思考。“我是不是做错了？”麦克劳夫特说。
坐在旁边的安西娅，不确定这是不是个需要回答的问题。甚至更不确定，让她的上司知道其实她已经大概了解了整件事，是否妥当。长长的一段寂静之后，她决定说话。“我是不应该对您的行动做评价的，先生。但是我得说，雷斯垂德探长差不多抓住了重点。”
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基本上格雷格对麦克劳夫特是完全透明的，因为他没啥好担心好隐瞒的，只除了一件事。他从没有而且以后也不会告诉麦克劳夫特，在十三周年的第二天早晨麦克劳夫特说“早上好”的时候，他几乎要流泪了。可以每天早上看见自己深爱的那个人，难道不是很幸福么？格雷格想把那一瞬间悄悄地珍藏一辈子。
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