The Acceptation's Exception.
It is almost dark, but Harry and Mycroft still sit together on the bench. It starts to rain slightly and while they want to leave but the boys are running wildly in the rain and neither of them can bare it to tell their siblings that it is time to go. Harry yawns and lays her head on Mycroft's shoulder. He ran his fingers through her hair.
"Do you ever feel you have to hide who you are?" he asks softly. He knows she wonders about him and in turn he wonders about her but they are always too caught up in other people businesses give themselves a few minute. This was the most selfish holiday either of them had, spending hours in the park talking with the occasional glance at their siblings.
She thinks before answering biting her lip in thought "Yes," she says simply but then pauses and takes his hand "but if I didn't what would I do? I need to protect John."
"Protect?" He knows what she means but it pains him to imagine it. She begs her something to do something but he know how it is meant to be played out.
"Don't pretend." Her voice wavers slightly as it always does when she talks about things she'd rather not talk about. The tone is so pleading that he doesn't want to push that any further.
"I'm sorry" he says sincerely, pulling her close to his chest. The rain is falling more heavily now but still the boys are having fun. They sit there in the silence, happy to be with the only person in the world that understands them.
"Harry?" he asks. This is it he tells himself. The time to tell her the one thing he has never told anyone else. She moves off his chest and looks into his eyes, holding his hand. She squeezes it. "I'm gay."
She smiles and nods her head. "And don't you ever hide it." She says seriously before retaking her place on his chest. "So am I." he laughs.
They both feel as if they could be happier. And they couldn't. They had each other and John and Sherlock; the only people that they would ever need.
"Aren't we a sight?" she asks finally deciding that enough is enough and it is time they found refuge from the building storm. He signals to John and Sherlock who come running before answering. "The best sight anyone could ever see."
She helps the boys put on their jackets and as she zips ups John's while Mycroft is fixing Sherlock's hat she utters "Always."
He hears her and knows what she means. They always knew what other had meant.
She loved him and he loved her.
But as a rule she liked girls and he liked boys.
But when it looked bad, when he was lost in work and she in alcohol they would remember that someone out there loved them; loved them so much that they were the exception to the rule.