Hello: And I will write our characters' first ever meeting.
"And this is the forensics lab." Mycroft's guide said, opening the door for him.
"Interesting." Mycroft replied in an obviously bored tone. He glanced around the lab with an unimpressed look on his face. "Are you sure this place actually solves crimes? It looks like my brother's kitchen."
"And you're brother is?" Asked another voice, and another man came over and joined them.
"Be careful. That's my brother you're talking about, and I will defend him until my dying day."
"Right." The man offered out a hand to Mycroft. "F.G. Anderson, head of department. And you are?"
Mycroft ignored the hand. "Holmes. Mycroft Holmes."
Anderson laughed. "What, are you some kind of spy?"
Mycroft raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"You know... Bond. James Bond."
Mycroft looked even more unimpressed. "Are you always this unintelligent, or is today a special day?" And with that, Mycroft turned and left.
Date: I will write an account of what would happen if our characters went on a date.
If Mycroft and Anderson went on a date, Mycroft would make Anderson come around this his place and watch a movie. As a joke, Mycroft would probably put Jurassic Park on. He would make sure there was lots of popcorn and other snacks, and would probably make a cake himself for the occasion. By the end of the date, Mycroft would be resting his head against Anderson, and Anderson would have his arm wrapped around the other man's shoulder. They would probably end up rolling into bed together, but they would just cuddle until they went to sleep.
Truth: My character will tell you what they think of yours in all honesty.
Mycroft smiled at the mere mention of his friend. "I owe Anderson everything. He's the one who taught me that it isn't actually so bad to care. Without him, I doubt I would have even gone on a date with my husband, let alone asked him to marry me. I feel like I owe him so much for that."
Mycroft paused. "However, I'm not very nice to him sometimes, and I always feel sorry about that. All those times I've hurt him... he doesn't deserve me as a friend, and I'm glad he stuck around long enough to see that I'm actually not so bad sometimes. He's one of the only people who forgives me for the things I do. I owe him for that too..."
He scatched the back of his head, trying to work out what else he can say. "Basically, Anderson is my best friend and I love him. He's my favourite person in the world, not including family, and I never want him to go. I like to think that he thinks of me in the same way, but I doubt it. Oh well. You can't win them all."
Morning: What my character would say if they woke up in bed next to yours.
"Mycroft, quit poking me. I'm tired."
"Leave me alone, Mycroft."
"Anderson, why are you in my bed?"
"You will never speak of this moment again. Understood?"
AU/Marry/Kiss: I will write an AU drabble with my character and yours./My character will propose to yours./My character will kiss yours.
"Mycroft, why are you in my lab?" Anderson asked, sighing as he saw the other man walk in.
Mycroft looked around, an impressed look on his face. "It's clean in here. Well done. It's much cleaner than our bedroom. Would you clean that for me if I filled it with microscopes and chemicals?"
Anderson rolled his eyes and folded his arms. "Come on then, tell me what you want. You never visit me at work unless you want something."
"Come here. I have an important question to ask you."
Anderson raised an eyebrow and walked closer to the other man. His expression turned to one of confusion as Mycroft got down on one knee. "Mycroft... what are you doing?"
"Shush, I'm trying to ask you an important question," Mycroft replied as he offered Anderson a ring, "Marry me?"
"What brought this on?" The other man asked, taking the ring and examining it.
"Someone at work got married, and it just made me think that I'm getting older and if I don't do it soon I may never get a chance. I've had the ring for a while but I just haven't found the right time until now. This is an okay time, yes?"
"Not really, but it's fine." Anderson replied. He put on the ring and smiled. "Fit perfectly."
Mycroft beamed up at Anderson. "I know. I measured your finger while you slept." He said, getting to his feet and pulling Anderson in for a hug.
"Oh you strange man..." Anderson said. He grabbed hold of Mycroft's tie and pulled him in for a kiss. Mycroft moved his hands up and wrapped them around the man who was now his fiance's neck, kissing back.
"Love you." He muttered, breaking off for a second then moving back in for another kiss.
Wine: For the drunken phone-call/text
"Anderson! Where are you? You were here, in the pub with me, a second ago but now you're gone! Where are yooou? Oh, by the way, I drank your drink. Sorry. Thought you didn't want it. Anderson, why can I hear vomiting sounds? Are you throwing up? ..... oh, you're outside? Why are you outside? ... we're going? Where are we going? Home? Oooo, are we going to visit Myc! Yay! I like Myc. I like you too, Anderson. Andeeeersooooon. Heh. Funny name. Okay, I'll come outside now. Bye bye! See you in a s- I CAN SEE YOU! HELLO! HIIII! What? Turn the phone off? .... oh yeah."
Night: For the two am text/call
"I'm going to hang up now."
