No Shit, Sherlock

Sibling Drama

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We've only been at the market for five minutes, and the two siblings have already gotten into three arguments. Tewkesbury and I follow them from a distance. They haven't even noticed that we aren't walking with them.

"I know we see each other as siblings, but I never want to argue as much as Enola and Sherlock."

I let out a small laugh, "They are much different than normal siblings."

"They're too much alike," Tewkesbury says.

Sherlock looks back, our eyes meeting within seconds. He grabs Enola's arm and drags her over to Tewkesbury and I. When the two siblings are in front of us, Enola dusts her arm off, "Don't touch me."

Sherlock grabs my hand, "Why are you two walking so far behind?"

"Didn't want to get caught up in the sibling drama," Tewkesbury answers.

"Well, if Sherlock wasn't such a pain in the arse there wouldn't be any sibling drama!"

"I'm not the one throwing a fit," Sherlock snaps.

I let go of Sherlock's hand and step away from the siblings. "Come find us when you two are done acting like toddlers."

Tewkesbury and I walk away from the siblings, ignoring their offended scoffs. I look back to see that they haven't moved. The two of them are still arguing in the middle of the street.

"What did we get ourselves into?" Tewkesbury asks.

I let out a sigh, "I don't know, but I don't regret it."

"Me neither."

We continue walking, looking at the various foods and clothes people were selling. I was looking at a dress when someone covered my eyes.

"Guess who?"

I pull his hands away from my eyes, "Timmy Tim!"

I turn around to see Timothée rolling his eyes. "I told you not to call me that."

"And when do I ever listen?"

Tewkesbury laughs before shaking Timothée's hand. I roll my eyes at the two of them, "Oh, come on. I know you two want to hug."

Tewkesbury pulls Timothée into a hug, and I laugh. They pull away from each other, but Tewkesbury keeps his arm wrapped around Timothée's shoulders.

"Oh, great. My boyfriend's boyfriend is here now," Enola says sarcastically.

Tewkesbury grins, "Hey! I never complain about you and (Y/n)."

Enola wraps an arm around me. "Our relationship is different."

The four of us laugh, and I look around. Trying to find the familiar broad shoulders I love so dearly. A hand rests on my shoulder, and I look up to see Sherlock.

I throw my hand over my heart, "You scared the hell out of me, Sherlock! I've got to get you a damn bell."

Timothée shrinks at the sight of Sherlock. His usual cheerful smile has vanished, and his green eyes are focused on the ground. I look up to see Sherlock staring at him in confusion.

"Will you be joining us, Timothée?"

Timothée looks at Sherlock in shock, "No, I've got stuff to do."

"Maybe next time then," Sherlock says with a smile.

He holds his hand out to Timothée, the poor boy looks at him in fear before shaking his hand. I give Sherlock a confused look. Why is he being nice?

Timothée tells us goodbye before disappearing into the crowd. Tewkesbury and I make eye contact, both of us wearing the same puzzled look. Enola claps her hands together, "We've got our argument settled, so now we can enjoy this trip."

"I somehow don't believe that," says Tewkesbury.

Sherlock grabs my hand again, I smile as he intertwines our fingers. Affection isn't something I'm used to, especially from a man. Even Sadie and I weren't affectionate it with each other, in fear that if we were caught, we would be locked away or even killed.

I had never imagined that I would ever find someone to love or someone to be loved by. Love. What a strange and unusual thing. The feeling is foreign to me, and sometimes it's so strong that it becomes painful. But as I look up into the blue eyes peering down at me, all I can think about is how I want to spend the rest of my life with him.

Sherlock must've noticed I had spaced out because he leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just thinking."