Mycroft snarled " last I checked they do not live in captivity, flesh sack." He growled and glared at the short blonde by his brother.

"Well you can just talk to the fish inside because they're pretty fucking happy." Greg snapped as he slowed the boat down as they got near.

" Stockholm syndrome" he said and promptly knocked Greg off the boat as they got to the dock and let the fish out shortly after. He got off the boat and walked up to then two, stopping as he caught Sherlock's scent. He looked between them before growling " ill kill you you disgusting human!" He yelled and lunged at John.

Sherlock snarled, fangs out as he stepped in front of John protectively. His claws spread, mostly in warning. He wouldn't hurt his brother but if he had to he would. No one would hurt John. "Don't touch him," he growled low.

Poor Greg came up sputtering, cursing that all his long work today had been for nothing as the fish swam away. "Bastard guppy," he thought, climbing back into the boat so he could dock properly before jumping out

" you impregnated him!" he yelled at john and slashed his claws at him, confused as Sherlock stopped him. "Have you gone mad? He is a human Sherlock. You know not to trust him" he said and growled, taking a fishing rod and knocking Greg back in the water simply to bother him. Greg was getting real pissed off now. He got up, once again soaked and shook himself off like a dog. "Yeah cause your kind is so much better. Setting sharks on him." He snapped in a huff, taking a wider route around Mycroft.

Sherlock didn't pull back or withdraw his fangs or claws. "He is my mate, he loves me, has kept me safe, and given me a home. That's more than I can say for our own kind." He hissed, not letting Mycroft touch the human behind him.

"...who put sharks on you?" He growled as he turned to Sherlock and yanked his sleeve up, looking at the marks left behind. "How do you not see how devastating it is for you to be near them! I got them to allow you back in the clan before that thing made you bed it!" He yelled

"Doesn't matter who put them on me. I am not welcomed and I will not come back to just be tolerated." Sherlock snarled, stepping back and making sure John followed. He wouldn't give Mycroft the chance. "These humans have made me happy," he insists. "They have done me no damage at all. John is my mate by choice. I love him." He turns his head slightly to John, eyes softening.

Mycroft sighed and growled " you're not even at our families birthing grounds. What if it causes the guppy complications?" He said

"We'll figure it out." Sherlock said flatly. "There's a merman that lives on land as well. He will help if something is wrong. You shouldn't even care. You can just say I died and your precious I reputation will remained intact."

Mycroft shuffled "not exactly...i attacked Irene. She had your blood on her and i stitched her gills closed" he said with a shrug.

Sherlock was mildly surprised but not enough to really change his mind. He pulled in his claws and fangs at least, taking John's hand. "I belong here now, Mycroft." He said quietly. "I'm not going back." He pauses. "Why don't you come inside? See that this place is good."

Greg was shivering and was still glaring at Mycroft. "John? Can I go in and use your shower?"

Mycroft hesitated before nodding "fine. If you're being held captive it may as well be in good condition" he said and walked towards what he assumed the aquarium smelt like.

John sighed and

Greg nodded and walked ahead, his white shirt showing everything. He was glad he wasn't pudgy anymore. No need to be more embarrassed than he already was.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Not being held captive," he corrected, slowly walking them to the entrance, keeping John on the other side of Mycroft.

nodded "yeah sure, the taps are messed up so the cold one is fine heat and heat for cold"

John looked at mycroft and nodded "he's able to leave any time he wants...also you realize you are naked yes?" He said

Mycroft shrugged "Stockholm syndrome. And i realize that I do not have any of your human articles on me. "

Sherlock sighed heavily. Gods this was going to take a while. "Not Stockholm either My," he said, letting John open the door. He covered his arm up again, not wanting to see his still healing arm anyway. He tried to smile. "We can show him the otters first." He offers with a smile. "Gladstone is probably whining."

"But why must it be a human? If you preferred a male mate then there was plenty even in other clans. What about that one with the green scales they stayed with the turtle pod?" Mycroft sighed as he looked disgusted at the tanks.
John nodded "hes in your room actually" he said and nodded "i don't think Mary will like your brother"

"Neither do I," Sherlock muttered to John. "Go get him. I'll keep Mycroft here." He said, nudging John to go. He finally turned to his brother and glared. "As I told you, our clan hated me. Male or female they would not have me. Besides, the humans are no worse than we are. There are kind ones and mean ones, but how is that any different from us?"

John kissed his cheek and went to retrieve the pup he could already hear whining in the room and pawing at the door " I'm sorry I'm sorry"

" your child will be deformed! That's the difference! It will have gills and lung and will die. Or it will have lungs and no gills and need to be in the water and have a horrible life. Or it will have legs and scales or flesh fins it won't have a good life! That's the bloody difference!"

Sherlock's fingers formed into fists. "What would you like me to do hm? Would you like me to kill it? Because it might be different? Because it might not survive? Because it might not have a good life? You think I've had a good life brother? Being hated and despised by everyone? What is a good life to you?" He hissed. "If my child doesn't survive then fine. It will hurt me more than anything else has, but at least I will have John. He loves me and cares about me."

"No. I'm worried it will have a terrible life because it is constantly almost dead and i don't think you can handle a responsibility like that yet" be said calmly. "You made choices that led to your exile, it will not have."

Sherlock could barely keep his claws from popping out and slashing at his brother. "Why are you here?" He finally asked.

Greg was refreshed after his quick shower but he had nothing to wear. He groaned, having to go out in a towel back to the boat to change into his spare clothes. Mycroft sighed and crossed his arms defensively "... I marked a human as my mate by accident while the clan was hunting..." he said and grumbled " i must either kill this human or i will not be allowed into the clan again. The issue is i don't know who the bloody human was. I thought since you left the water you may have seen one who was marked"

Sherlock's lips upturned slightly. "You think I will let you just kill a human because you made that mistake?" He asks and then shakes his head. "You made choices that led to your exile." He repeats back with a smirk.

"Mine was by accident! You have some obsession with the things" he said and glared at john as he brought back a small creature "you stole a pup?' He said. John shook his head "adopted"

Sherlock huffed and ignored his brother to coo at the pup. Gladstone purred and reached out for Sherlock. The merman took him and cuddled him like a baby, kissing the top of his head. "There's lots of animals here. They love it and John."

Mycroft watched confused as both his brother and the human he called his mate cuddled and cared for the small otter. he was even more confused as the otter pup seemed to cuddle against the two

"See?" Sherlock said smugly. "All the animals in here are this happy."

Greg comes back to them, grumbling at the sight of the crazy guppy still here. "Can't he got back to the ocean yet? Freaking guppy."

Mycroft pet the pups head but snarled at Greg " what did I tell you about calling me that!" he snapped and jumped him, slashing his claws at him

Greg caught Mycroft's class just out of luck because otherwise he would have had his face slashed right off.

Sherlock snarled Mycroft's name in their language. "Don't touch him! He's our friend!"

Greg pulled back and ran around Sherlock for protection. Sherlock frowns and sniffs, turning and looking at Greg. He laughs.

"There's your human Mycroft."