A chance encounter with the owner of an occult shop would normally be something Mycroft Holmes immediately erased from his mind, but something about this Greg Lestrade is too intriguing for that to occur…
Mycroft learns more about the workings of magic and starts to wonder about a few things…
Thanks for your all fanfiction, I really love it!! But... hmm, I wonder if they are in academy and one day MC asks they guys to tuitor her, for exam, of course. How will it be?
I was having some struggling on how to go about this(at first I thought you wanted a study party and totally missed the tutor part), so I hope you like it!
When it comes to chemistry there was no one better that MC could think of when realized she needed a tutor than Sherlock Holmes. When she confessed that she wanted his help he stared, mouth hanging agape. Taking a moment before he responded with a head nod. They were set to meet two days from then at the cafe nearby.
MC strolled through the door not expecting anything close to what she saw. Sherlock had ordered his drink and hers, and was there waiting for her with a few chemical compound models, a chart, and a color coded binder. “You didn’t have to do all of this.” She gave him a sheepish grin, his cheeks flushed as he looked away.
“I am not going to let you down, I’m going to prove there are no better tutors out there than me. Now take this test so I can best judge where to begin with your lesson.” It was grueling; but unbeknownst to MC there were a few extra witnesses in the area that were watching intently, expected Sherlock to lose his patience and snap at her. They were more than surprised when he was more than happy to adjust and work with her. Slowly getting closer to her the deeper they got into it.
They spent hours on it before MC had to call it a night and go get some sleep. As she packed up to go Sherlock would hand her a card.
“What are these?”
“Other subjects I could help you with if you need it.”
“Thank you.” MC would take his hand giving it an appreciative squeeze before leaving, not seeing the way he sat down and stared at his hand for a little while. Even after John and George sat down to grill him on how it went.
John had dreams of being a doctor, so he paid close attention in biology class. So when MC was finding herself completely unready for the up coming exam he was the one she went to. She tried to approach the subject carefully as it was hard to find time to approach John when he was alone. She ended up sending him a text. It was shortly after that she received a text from an unknown number saying ‘I would love to help! We should do it at your place though, I’ll let you know when I’m available. - John’. After she sent her affirmative Sherlock came rushing in to offer his services. She smiles sweetly letting him know she already confirmed with John. Only for him to scowl, muttering “of course he knows her phone number by heart.”
The session itself was peculiar. John kept changing the day and time and apologizing for doing so. While the tension about the upcoming test weighed heavily on her, he was the one doing her a favor, plus in the meantime he was giving her sheets to use as study guides, so she forgave him without a second thought. Those guides, along with ones Sherlock gave her, were coming in handy. Though she was still anxious about the test.
When the day finally came John arrived almost a full hour early, apologizing profusely about the run around. His bag was filled with various notebooks and the text book for the class. He spread them across the table when an unflattering cartoon drawing of John fell out from among them. MC chuckled while John crumpled it up.
While there were a few moments where John looked a little distracted staring out a window or at her, he was able to help MC feel a little better prepared. Her mother and father were impressed and offered to have him stay for dinner. Just as he was about to respond the door rang, Sherlock had arrived to pick John up. (By any means necessary)
She had briefly mentioned it in passing to a friend that she was going to need help if she had any hope of passing her algebra exam coming up. Since she had only mentioned it that one time she was surprised when James Moriarty approached her after theater rehearsal one day. “A little birdie told me that you were in dire need of a knight in shining armor to assist you with studying for algebra. I’d gladly accompany you to my place where I can best assist you.” His hand slipped into hers and pulled her along with a smile.
“But, wait- I need to call home to let them know.” MC tugged on his hand, and just as she was finishing up the phone call a few more of her friend’s approached them. Sherlock, John, and George were tight lipped even as MC waved at them. “What are you guys doing here?”
“I’m here to help you study for math class!” George stepped forward only to have John and Sherlock pull him back.
“You? You probably need more help studying from her than she does from you.” Sherlock grumbled stepping forward extending a hand, “I’d be a much more suitable tutor than these guys.”
“Sherlock! Don’t just jump in like that!”
“Actually I already told my parents I was going over to study with James tonight.” MC gave them an apologetic smile, even as James took her hand and placed it in the crook of his arm. “But-” she turned those big eyes on him, “do you think it’d be okay if we all studied together?” He froze, his jaw clenching, but eventually he melted under her gaze.
“I suppose, if it’s for you.” He gently touched her cheek, causing her to blush for a moment before he snapped up at the other guys. “But do not think I’m going easy on any of you.”
At the Moriarty estate Sebastian ushered in a tray filled with rumored favorite snacks of MC, and James was mean at George and John when they failed to grasp a concept. Sherlock sat in the corner with his arms crossed, refusing to participate. But everyone was very eager and gentle with the help they gave MC.
Mycroft had been the one to approach MC. He had been concerned when he heard about how
her grades had been slipping in Foreign Politics. He had waited until she was done with
rehearsal for the day and had stepped on stage to talk to her before she was
able to leave. From there he offered to
tutor her the following day and she could meet him in the office he uses. Speaking of how important it was to
understand the history of the politics that had lead to where they were then.
The time came and MC was knocking on his door. He led her to a seat with a smile. “I’m so glad you were able to come, have you
brought your old tests? We can go over
what you had gotten wrong previously and see if there is any pattern to where you
may be getting lost.” He put his hand
comforting on her shoulder and was smiling very kindly at her when the door flew
open, Sherlock barging in with a tired and frantic looking John behind
him. “Have you come because you need my assistance
too?” Mycroft teased Sherlock, watching
as his little brother’s eyes darted between MC and Mycroft.
“I would never, I just wanted to make sure-“
“Well if you don’t need help in Foreign Politics, than I’m
sorry to say but this is a private session.
Please make sure to close the doors behind you.” Mycroft gave a dramatic sigh as he leaned
over MC’s shoulder, already pointing out a mark on one of the tests she had pulled
“I’m not leaving!”
Sherlock shouted, only missing a stomp for his tantrum.
“I’m sorry, but I cannot risk you disrupting MC getting
assistance where she needs it. So either
admit you want my help, or leave.”
“Come on Sherlock, it could be fun to study as a group.” MC smiled looking between the brothers with
John trying to pull Sherlock back out of the room.
The fight would go on for a few minutes before Sherlock
would slam the door insisting that he would be waiting outside, so Mycroft
should watch himself. The study session
was helpful, and memorable with the small interjections Sherlock would shout on
the other side of the door, and the way Mycroft would hold her hand, putting
her at ease, as he explained things.
Jack found MC as she made a pained expression, going through
one book from a large pile she had set aside.
As he watched she didn’t seem to have an easier time of it. In anything she seemed to get more agitated
as she went. Though it warmed him to see
this rare look on her face he did approach her.
“If James saw you looking so glum I’m sure there would be no one
safe. What’s going on?”
“I’m just… not having an easy time of this at all.” She waved her hand over the books. “I have a test coming up for art history and
I’m woefully unprepared for it.”
Jack’s expression dropped as he weighed the options. “I’m actually fairly decent in that subject…
would you like help?”
She was beaming when she leapt up to hug him, which Jack
laughed off. “Thank you so much! We could study here, or go to your place if
you don’t have the time, or-“
“No.” Jack growled at
the mental image of bringing MC to his house.
“How about I meet you at your place tomorrow night? Gives me time to get some materials together. And MC, this has to be our little secret.”
In no time flat he was at her place the following night,
having taken a few side roads and back roads to make sure he wasn’t
followed. MC’s parents were lovely
people, and also fed him dinner as a thank you before they got to work. Though mostly it was quizzing her and
teaching her a few things to recognize different artists’ styles. It actually took a surprising amount of time
before he got the text message from James requesting to know what he was
To be honest, this was not how Sebastian had anticipated
spending his break, standing across from MC as she proclaimed her love for him. Saying the lines over and over again as she
worked through the scene. “It’s still
coming across a bit… phony.” The play
that she had been assigned to do a scene from was older than the ones she had
been doing lately, and while she had her lines down she was aiming for
perfection with the sincerity of the emotions.
Though why she wanted that for a class project was a little
beyond him. Still he had her do the
lines again, and then he stepped off stage and moved a few rows back, trying to
see if she was still getting it across.
This was the difference between stage acting and tv acting, so James
said. It was almost heartwarming to
think how proud James would be to find out the Sebastian had stepped up to help
He wasn’t sure if it was because he was the first one she
found to ask, or if she was being honest when she complimented his eye for
detail. Sebastian found himself hoping
for the later. He gave her a ‘thumbs up’
as her words came to an end. Just in
time for the doors to slam open as James and Holmes pushed their way through,
bickering in a way that made Sebastian itching to step between them. “What are you guys doing here?” MC called out, her attention taken away from
Sebastian and leaving him feeling an odd chill.
“We heard you were practicing and that there was a private viewing
going on, and how could I miss this!”
James called out giving her his brightest smile.
away. I heard that this was for a class
assignment, and thus not going to be available to everyone else. I have some free time now so I can assist with
your practice if you’d like.” Sherlock
stepped forward, his eyes focusing only on MC.
“I really appreciate that but…” MC glanced at her phone. “I actually need to get going to my next
class. But I’m positive that it’s going
to go well thanks to Sebastian’s help.”
She gave him a warm hug as she moved to make an exit. Even after she unwrapped her arms and left,
Sebastian found it hard to find an excuse to move from that spot.
No one could beat him on this battlefield. The moment Jeremy heard that MC was taking a French
class he made sure to step up and let her know that she could depend on him for
private lessons if she desired. In fact
he made sure to remind her and check in on how she was doing. He could barely contain his smile the day she
approached him and asked if she could get some help.
Jeremy invited her over that night to his place for dinner
and for studying. Taking the opportunity
to make her one of his favorite dishes from back home. When MC came in he waved his hand over the
meal, “maybe a little French cuisine will help set us in the mood mon chou, and
then we can tuck into your notes. Don’t
worry I’ll be gentle.” He teased as MC
rolled her eyes at him, but he could see the dusting of her blush and her smile
as he showed her to her seat.
The rest of the dinner was filled with a little small talk,
and Jeremy answering a few choice questions about what it was like for him
living in France. The story about why he
decided to go to school at 221B Academy, and a little about what his options
were. He did keep most of it tight to
his chest as he picked what details to share, making sure to stay close to her
and watch her closely. At school he
could never get this close without someone interrupting, and now that he had
her undivided attention, he was finding it hard to focus. Especially when he heard her first few clumsy
words in French.
Slowly they worked through it and he could see the way she
glowed as her confidence grew, when suddenly there was a knock on the
door. Doing his best not to pout Jeremy
checked it out, feeling shock and a little betrayal upon seeing Mycroft on the
other side. “It’s my understanding that
MC is here studying French?”
“I see, it is getting late, and we wouldn’t want people
speculating now would we… MC?” Mycroft
called out over Jeremy’s shoulder, “I’ve come to escort you home.”
Mycroft. I didn’t realize it was getting
so late! Let me just pack my things.”
Jeremy smiled through the tension as the two friends stared
at each other with pleasant expressions.
“It was kind of you to assist her.”
“But of course, I could never leave MC wanting.” Jeremy shrugged just as MC made her
exit. “Of which, if you ever want more
private lessons I’ll always make time for you.”
She thanked him and left with Mycroft, leaving a heavy pit
in Jeremy’s stomach that he was not ready to name as he shut the door.
“You’re doing just fine, MC.”
Hercule encouraged her as she went through the packet he created for
her. She had approached him in hopes
that he could assist with her psychology classes. It was all very basic stuff and he was more
than happy to assist. Though now he
found himself watching her over the top of his book.
Mycroft had give them permission to be in a study room
within the library outside of the normal hours, a more guaranteed way to making
sure MC’s studying would not be disrupted.
She was going through his packet at a speed that was better than he had
anticipated considering the grades he found out she was getting. With his book up creating something of a
shield he watched in wonder at the way she scrunched her eye brows upon getting
to a difficult problem. Mentally Hercule
was trying to note where on the page and how many pages had been flipped so he
could go back and address the ones that had given her concern.
Beyond that, it was hard for him not to enjoy the soft lines
of her face, the shape of her jaw line, the shape of her eyes, and the curve of
her cheek. It all brought a soft smile
to his face. He wouldn’t mind having MC
as a companion in the future while they both studied separate topics. Silently he thanked MC for having asked him
to tutor her.
Carefully he went over her answers and did his best to keep
a respectable distance from her as he went over the ones she got wrong and the
ones she may have been confused on.
Despite the internal reprimanding he found himself leaning closer to
When they called it a day it was hard for him not to follow
after her. It didn’t take someone who
knew psychology to understand what he was experiencing. Hercule started to plan their next study
session around body languages to help her see the clues he had noticed
himself. So she could also realize how
much he liked her.
“Alright MC, I’m all set for-” George burst into the classroom that he got
permission to use from the teacher to go over some elements of the books they
had read. He made sure to get two copies
of each book and had his notes comprised of each book in a resemblance of
order. He had been the one to approach
MC about them studying together for the literature course final. He had been spending days getting ready for
it, eager to make a strong impression.
He was not prepared for everyone else in the classroom vying
for MC’s attention when he stepped in.
John was chatting casually with Sebastian and Jack in the back
corner. James and Sherlock were both
talking to MC while staring intently at each other. Jeremy was making comments under his breath
to a Hercule who was chuckling. Mycroft
stood at the front of the classroom paging through what looked to be the class syllabus.
“George!” MC shouted,
waving as she left James and Sherlock behind her. She quickly helped unload George’s arms,
setting them all on a desk when she gazed up at him sheepishly. He swore his heart was going to burst at that
shy glance. “I’m sorry, but it doesn’t
seem that we’re going to be alone today.
You don’t mind though right?”
For a moment the spinning thoughts of concern and the chaos
were forgotten as he stared into her eyes, he was going to say it was fine,
however Sherlock cried out, “of course it’s fine! Honestly, the thought of him teaching you to
recognize patterns in literature is a scary idea in itself. That is why I’ll lead our discussion today.”
chuckled, “I doubt that you’re really the most adequate person in the room to
be a teacher on the subject. No, I’ll be
covering what seems to be the most important subjects judging by the
syllabus. Maybe you’ll even learn
“You’re not even in our grade, get out.” Jabbing his thumb towards the front door
Sherlock stood up glaring at Mycroft.
“Actually, I was thinking that because he’s older he might
have some knowledge on what this teacher usually tests us on. It might really help us.” MC said.
Mycroft smirked at the room, “see? Now if you could all take a seat, we’ll start
with the first book of the term.”
Feeling even more deflated George eyed the exit. It wasn’t like they would honestly miss him
if he left. A hand fell on his arms, MC
was pulling him towards a pair of seat a little bit away from everyone
else. They both sat down next to each
other. It wasn’t what George had wanted,
and he could barely get a word, but MC whispered eagerly with him, sharing
ideas and getting his. Even being chided
by Mycroft a few times for doing so. He
didn’t get to study with her alone, or tutor her, but he couldn’t lie that get
some of her attention on him when everyone else was around left a light warm
feeling in him, long after they called it a night.