Foxy McFoxerson

"There are good people and bad people in the world. The ones who start the fires, and the ones that put them out." -Lemony Snicket

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Mycroft waited until the door was shut to show Gregory the cat in his arms. She was an older cat, grey in color with large green eyes. “This is Ophelia,” he said. “She was my mother’s cat. I’m trying to buy this flat so that she won’t be illegal anymore, but until I can get them to accept a purchase from a 19 year old with no renter’s history, this is the only place I can keep her.”

Ophelia started to purr and knead the air next to Mycroft’s arms.

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“Oh, she’s gorgeous.” He grinned. “Hello, girl.” He held out his hand for her to sniff before scratching behind her ears gently. “You’re trying to buy the flat?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “What for?”

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He waited until he was sure the RA was gone before looking back at his classmate. “I admit, I am impressed,” he said, giving Gregory a look like he had just gained a weird level of respect for this man. He paused and looked at his door. “I suppose you should meet her then, if you’ve helped me protect her.” He opened it again and scooped up the cat before she could run then gestured to Gregory to follow him inside.

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“I’m a little impressed myself.” He laughed. “I’d love to meet her!” He said, following him in. He was feeling very warm about having impressed Mycroft. He got the distinct impression that not many people were able to do that. But perhaps he was just flattering himself. Still, he couldn’t wipe the grin off his face as he shut the door behind him.

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Mycroft’s head snapped back to Gregory. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so impressed for such a strange reason. “…Yes, that does sound familiar.”

It sounded almost just like his cat.

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He grinned, impressed with himself at the quality of his meow. And he and Mycroft weren’t the only ones. The RA’s eyebrows had disappeared into her bangs.  “Well, I’m very sorry, Mr. Holmes. Ah- Mr. Lestrade, if you could keep your practicing to more normal hours, it would be greatly appreciated.”

He nodded and apologized as the RA left.

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He looked at Gregory curiously. “Oh, yes, I remember you telling me that you are in a play in school.” He looked at Ms. Forrester with a perfect poker face. “Cats, I believe it was.”

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He grinned. “Yeah, that’s right. I’ve got a part in Cats.” The RA looked unimpressed.  “Well let’s hear it.” His face dropped. “What?” “Your meow. Let’s hear it.” He swallowed and then gave the most realistic meow he could. All things considered, it wasn’t half bad.

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Mycroft shook his head. “No, I don’t know anything about it, I’m afraid. You know me, Ms. Forrester. I would report anything suspicious if I was aware of it. Could it be a student playing a prank?”

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She narrowed her eyes at him. “No, I don’t think it’s a prank.” Greg heard the cat just start to meow on the other side of the door and blurted out; “Me! It’s- ah, me. I’ve been making the noises. The cat noises, that is.”  The RA raised an eyebrow at him. “Really?” “Yeah, I practice a lot. Late at night. It’s when I do best.”

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Suddenly the cat was unceremoniously tossed back into the dorm and Mycroft had shut the door. But not before the animal let out a mewl, that the RA had definitely heard, judging by the look on her face.

“Good evening, Ms. Forrester,” Mycroft said, as casual as ever.

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“Good evening, Mr. Holmes. Mr. Lestrade.” She said, surveying the two of them. Greg was doing his best not to look guilty. “I’ve had a couple reports of animal sounds from this hall. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” She asked suspiciously.

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“I suppose,” he said, unlocking his door. “However I do not leave my room much once I’ve entered it. I’m sure I’ll see you on Monday at class anyway.” He opened the door and immediately had a cat run out onto his feet. He quickly picked her up, looking quite embarrassed. “Erm…”

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He nodded and was turning to open his own door when he saw the cat. “Oh how cute!” He grinned, coming over. “How’d you manage to sneak her in? I won’t say a word to the RA, of course.” It was, however, at that moment that said RA chose to appear at the end of the hall.

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“I’m going home,” he said, confused. “What are you – ?” He finally put it together. “Oh. I believe your room is across from mine. How serendipity.”

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He blinked. “Oh. Right.” He grinned. “Sort of funny we never realized until now.”

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Mycroft was just getting home when he saw Gregory in the hallway outside his room. “Oh,” he said, stopping. “Hello.” He looked at him suspiciously, wondering why his classmate had gone to so much effort to find him.

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He looked over, surprised. “Oh. Hi.” He grinned a little, thinking maybe Mycroft wanted to talk to him again since he’d somehow figured out where his dorm was. “What’s up?”

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“Yes. Pleasure to meet you. I’m sure I’ll see you on Monday.” He scurried away as quickly as he could and took his seat in the balcony, worried the whole time about the cat he had stowed away in his dorm.

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The opera was incredible. His seat was pretty far back, but the actors were good enough it didn’t matter. He didn’t have anything to compare it to but he loved every second of it. Once it was over he made his way back to his dorm, thinking he’d have to call his mum tomorrow and tell her about it.

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He nodded. “Police work is a noble profession. I wish you the best of luck with your endeavors.” He was trying very hard to stay in the same mode he had seen his mother go into during social events, but it was becoming difficult not to fidget. Mycroft was very nervous.

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“Oh, ah, thanks.” He said, a half-grin coming over his face. He opened his mouth to ask Mycroft what he wanted to do after uni, but the lights flashed over their heads. “Well I guess we’d better head in. Nice to meet you finally. And sorry again about your suit.”

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He blinked. It was curious. Mycroft couldn’t imagine having to save to go to the opera. “Interesting,” he said. “I have always enjoyed the craft, myself. However there is no family significance. What are you hoping to do after you graduate?”

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“I’m not completely sure yet.” He said, folding up his handkerchief and putting it back in his pocket. “I was thinking recently I might like to be a detective, though.” He smiled a little. “I like the idea of helping people in a hands-on way, you know?”

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He nodded once. “I presume you’re here for the assignment?” He glanced around. “I’m disappointed. It seems the rest of the class opted for the later arts.”

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“Seems like it.” He nodded. “My dad proposed to my mum at an opera, you know. Mum and I talk sometimes about scraping together enough money to go, but usually something comes up. Hopefully once I graduate and get a proper job, I’ll be able to take her all the time.”

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“Yes. I recognize your voice.” He held out a hand automatically and smiled shyly. “Mycroft Holmes. I’m told I sit in front of you most of the time.”

It was odd how quickly his irritation was melting away. Generally he would have attempted to escape by now.

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He shook his hand, laughing even as he blushed. “Pleasure to meet you, Mycroft. Properly, that is.”

He’d always thought Mycroft Holmes was cute. There was a reason he hadn’t worked up the nerve to introduce himself before now. But now he was funny as well. Greg was totally screwed.

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“No, keep it. I have my own.” He pulled a handkerchief out of his breast pocket that had the initials MBH embroidered into them. He frowned slightly. “Class…?” After a moment’s pause his face lit up again. “Gregory?”

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“Oh, right. Of course.” He said, face flushing slightly. Of course Mycroft Holmes had his own handkerchief. He was the absolute epitome of class. He raised his hand to the back of his head. “Ah, yeah. I sit behind you most of the time.”

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