"Johnny Boy!" cried Harry, wrapping her arms around her younger brother as they were reunited in the elder's room the next morning. The pair was almost identical. Most people would have thought they were twins but Harriet was a full year older then her sibling. But their tastes were similar. Harry wore a burgundy jumper whilst John wore beige. It was surprising to all that knew them that John was the one that was risking his life almost every day. When he was small, he wouldn't even climb a tree. Harry, on the other hand, climbed (and fell out of) plenty and even shoved her brother up a few. He would cry and she, laughing all the while, would tug him out usually aided by her partner in crime, Clara. The girls' friendship grew into unacceptable love and they ran away together. They only returned when Harry saw the pleas from John on her Facebook wall. By that time, people had grown to accept Harry and Clara's love for each other. They got married in a registry office and most of the family had been present. But on the 'Great Escape', as Harry had titled it, John's sister turned to drink. Clara couldn't take it and broke the marriage off 3 months after it had started. After that, Harry ditched the tequila and vodka shots in an effort to get her wife back. Clara let Harry move back in but there were no promises on anything.
"How are you, little bro?"
John tried to shove his eager sister's arms off his shoulders
"You're choking me." He squeaked. Harry quickly let go.
"When did you get here? And where's Sarah? Do you want some hot chocolate? I know you like it when it's cold."
John put his hands up. "Whoa. Slow down, sister. Yes I would like some hot chocolate."
"Sit down, Johnny."
John obeyed the order. He had always done what Harry said, even if he knew that it could have been dangerous. She may have shoved him up the trees but he always did grab and handhold to pull him up. Maybe it wasn't surprising that he took regular risks. Living with Sherlock was one.
"Here you go. Two sugars and a splash of milk, just they way you like it. Oh nuts, I forgot the marshmallows. Do you want some?" John nodded and Harry threw some in. "So when did you get here?"
"Last night. By train. It was a nightmare. Didn't get here 'til two." John replied. Harry laughed in her special sunny way that always made her brother smile.
"Where's Sarah?"
"She's still in London. Has a major course on the day of the wedding. Can't miss it. She'd get fired if she did." Harry pouted on finding out that her brother's girlfriend wasn't up for inspection. 'May as well try,' Harry thought. 'Only the best is good enough for my Johnny Boy.'
"But," John sipped the hot chocolate that Harry had given him. "I did bring someone else."
"Who, who?" said Harry, excited to find out who in John's life he had chosen to bring instead of his girlfriend. She was going to have some fun teasing him about this.
"Sherlock Holmes" replied John slowly. He could see the mischievous light dancing in those slightly greener eyes that he hadn't seen for months as she squealed with joy. She curled up in her seat with her hot chocolate.
"Where is he? I want to meet him now."
"You can't. He's sleeping. We had a late night and Sherlock couldn't sleep a wink on the train."
"Why? I imagined him to be quite flexible like that."
"Well," John hesitated "He's…he's a werewolf. But don't tell him I told you. He'll kill me."
"Don't worry. We're family. We share all our secrets."
"You don't seem surprised."
"Nah. I thought it wouldn't be something like that. I mean how else can he stay awake that long? I'm just glad he's not a vampire."
"I think you've been watching too much of that Twilight crap."
"That may be so but he's a werewolf so I guess you've been watching too much…Teen Wolf!" she shot back. She started to giggle several seconds later. "I've missed you Johnny."
"I've missed you too, Harry."
