Full Summary: Twin brothers Spenser and Jack are direct descendents of Sherlock Holmes. Spenser has the same amount of smarts as their grandfather and Jack, also intelligent has the same devil-may-care attitude and gentle nature of their great-uncle. They are alike so much they feel a need to act differently from each other, leading to so many fights that Jack begins to question if his brother cares for him at all. When Jack is seriously wounded while protecting his brother, will Spenser be able to show him just how much he truly cares, or will he be killed trying to revenge his brother? Part of brothers series.
Mrs. Holmes smiled down at the bundle in her lap. Two healthy little twin boys. Twins, there was a third, Lithia. She disappered the night she was born. Her eldest son Michel, looked at his little brothers. "There're so small." he whispered afraid to disturb their dreams. His mother looked up, and smiled back. "Yes, but they will grow, and keep growing just as you are." she said stroking the six-year old's hair. Slowly, one of the boy's eyes opened. They were a beautiful gold color. "Jack." she said, the little boy turned to look at her and reached up almost falling. A small hand grasped his just as Michel grabbed him. He was placed back in his mom's arms.
"Good catch Spenser." Michel sighed with relief. The silver eyed baby showed no clue that he heard him, he was too busy clutching his twin brother's hand. Michel did not know that closeness will not last forever. Spenser and Jack stayed close until the boys reached their early teens. Both were tall and thin, gangly. Spenser's friends hated Jack, and always picked on him. Spenser never knew they were careful to do it when he was not around. The one time they did was by accident. The two were eight years old, and Spenser's friends were doing their daily picking on Jack, calling him names and making fun of his appearance. At that point, Spenser came around the corner. The next thing they knew, they were tending at least one black eye, three cracked or bruised ribs, and a bruised ego a piece as Spenser dragged his whimpering brother away.
When they were near their classroom, Jack burst into tears. Spenser held his brother close to him, offering what comfort he could. "Oh Jack. It's okay. I won't let them pick on you again. How long was that going on?" Jack looked at his twin and saw the affection and wanting to understand, to help, in his silver eyes. "Thr..three months." he answered, burying his face in his brother's shoulder again. "Three months? Why didn't you tell me?" he would have stopped being their friend three months sooner if he knew.
"I didn't think you would believe me because, because they were your friends." he said the fear that kept him quite though the three months of insults. His brother's hold tightened protectively. "Jack, Jack look at me." he raised his head from his brother's shoulder, once again looking into his eyes. "You're my twin brother, and my best friend. I will always take you word. No matter what those monsters with two legs say." they laughed at his joke just as their teacher came out and hustled them to class. They laughed as they went to their seats.
When they were ten years old, they were climbing a tree Michel reading a book nearby. Jack grabbed and pulled himself up a sturdy looking branch ten feet up the tree. The branch gave way, making the ten-year old fall. "Jack!" hearing Spenser cry out his twin brother's name, Michel looked up to see Jack lying on the ground, cradling his arm and Spenser scurrying down the tree to his side. Michel was with them in ten seconds. After the trip to the emergency room to set Jack's broken arm, Spenser did not leave Jack's side for the month it took for his arm to heal. The bickering started when they were twelve. It was then their close friendship began to fall apart.