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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 42. brb x oc

a/n: letting you all know next chapter will be smut. oKAY ?? OKAY.

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, Bradley is so whipped Indiana Jones is jealous

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32/33/34/35/36/37/38/39/40/41

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Beatrice hums softly as she waits for the doctor to come back, Evelyn waiting next to her with her legs crossed. Since she had to go during the morning on a Friday, Rooster would be at work and wouldn’t be able to join her, so she asked Evelyn to accompany her. Shells was busy helping Penny, meaning she couldn’t come either.

Her foot has gotten a lot better, she’s not even limping anymore and the throbbing has gotten minimal to the point she doesn’t even feel it that often. She hoped that it meant her ligaments were healing nicely, that there’d be no other issues and that she’d go back to normal soon enough.

The doctor returns with her new x-ray, holding up to give one look before turning to the brunette with a smile, “Well, your ligaments are fully healed.” Beatrice gasps happily, “But I’d still suggest you give yourself a few more days, maybe the rest of this week before you go back to work. We don’t want it to happen again.”

“Of course.” Beatrice says, looking down at her foot with a smile, finally it was over. She thanked the doctor as she walked out with Evelyn in tow, not being able to contain her excitement as the two were walking out of the hospital towards Evelyn’s car.

Beatrice giggled in pure glee, rolling her ankle in a circle while leaning on the passenger door, Evelyn watched with a little smile, “Careful, don’t want it to just snap again do you?”

“I can’t help it! I’m so happy I’m finally healed!!” she says with her eyes wide and shining, throwing her fists in the air before she enters the black SUV, closing her eyes in relief as she leans her head back against the seat, “Oh, I need to tell Roos!” she knew he wouldn’t be able to reply until he was on his lunch break, but she was too excited to not share the news with him.

Beatrice quickly typed him a message, telling him she was now okay and completely healed but the doctor still wanted her to keep the soaking and exercises. She also said that the only reason she got better so quickly was because of him, her cheeks reddening as she typed, biting her lower lip as the butterflies exploded inside of her body. She finished the message with an ‘i love you!’ and locked the phone to set it on her lap.

“Why don’t we have lunch together?” Beatrice asks suddenly, making her friend arch one eyebrow in her direction as she drives them away, “My treat!”

Evelyn just chuckles again, turning the wheel so they’d be out of the hospital parking lot, “You know I don’t mind having lunch, I won’t have to go back home until one, so, why not? Where do you want to go?”

“I was thinking of going to The Den.” she says softly, “You know? Revive memories.”

The Den was a diner/bar right in front of Northride, with the same red and blue palette of their college’s, where the students would usually go after exams or if they didn’t feel like buying stuff from the cafeteria. It had a variety of dishes, drinks and snacks, with the Northride Hyenas flag pinned right behind the wall wooden boards on the back of the bar.

“The Den?” Evelyn repeats with a laugh, “Wow, we haven’t been in that place for ages…but you know what, I won’t complain if you are paying us lunch.” she turns the car around so she’d follow the street up to Northride instead of taking Beatrice back to Rooster’s apartment.

Beatrice smiled as they neared their college street, the large pine trees that decorated the inside of Northride walls appearing in the distance, with the main building being the first thing they saw. A flag of the state of California and Northride’s Hyenas flapped with the wind on the flag pole close to the main gates and the light blue paint on the outer walls seemed more vibrant than the time they were there.

The main gates of Northride were open for the students to come and go, some of them crossing the street to enter The Den just like the two planned to do. Since Northride had a parking lot inside it’s premises, the parking lot to The Den itself was fairly empty for Evelyn’s car. As soon as she parked and the two stepped out, they looked back at their college leaning against the open car doors, “Seems so long since we graduated.” Evelyn mutters, “Longer than a year.”

“It does.” Beatrice smiles, looking at the university clock in the middle of the Northride square, a large white monolith type shape that stood as tall as the main towers in the back of the college area, “They fixed the clock. And added more electronic gates.” she gestures to the students pressing their cards to a sensor so the shiny metallic arms part of them to walk past.

“Took them long enough,” Evelyn says as she shuts the door, adjusting her jacket on her shoulders, “I think the moment we graduated they decided on getting more stuff. I wonder if the South Atelier got new doors too, I remember they were giving issues to everyone.” Evelyn and Beatrice walk up the red steps that lead to the open doors, looking inside only to be bombarded by memories of coming here every time after exams before going back to the dorms. It was still the very same as they remembered, nothing had changed.

Beatrice walked up their usual table, the one in the corner close to the windows that faced the main gates. The deal was whoever got out first from the exams had to stay at the table and keep an eye out when someone else left, saving the seats for them. The dark wood still had their initials engraved into it. Dropping her bag onto the seat alongside Evelyn’s, she noticed how the other students gave the two strange looks since they weren’t the usual people who’d come here.

But the brunette wasn’t deterred, she got up to stand besides Evelyn on the counter as they asked for their lunch. They asked for the same thing they’d often get whenever they got to The Den: a cheeseburger with extra pickles and green mayo for Evelyn and a grilled chicken sandwich with green chillies with a side of fries for Beatrice, both accompanied by two sodas that were so cold they had icicles on the rim.

Once they got back to their seats, Beatrice poured the cola inside her glass then looked up at Evelyn, blinked when she was looking over her shoulder, “What?”

“Some of the people here aren’t used to us,” she says, “They are staring.” the last sentence came out a bit louder, Bea looking back to see a group of students quickly moving their gaze away after they noticed they’ve been caught.

“It’s weird, they probably saw us at the volleyball game.”

“It doesn’t matter, does it?” Evelyn says as she opens her lemon soda with a loud crack from the tab “To them we aren’t students so that’s enough to give us weird looks.” Unlike Shells who, if she was present, would go to the group’s table and question what the hell was their issue, Evelyn just commented and let it hang in the air, the group of students behind them just bowed their heads shamefully and kept eating their lunch in silence.

After that it was their turn to finally have lunch, the food still tasted the same and it brought wonderful memories of the time they all were at Northride. Eventually the conversation led onto Bradley and Beatrice was smiling from ear to ear, “He’s wonderful.” she says dreamily, dipping a fry on the green mayo on Evelyn’s side, “He’s…I don’t know, he’s just so amazing, Ev. He’s like…everything I wanted in a guy combined into this perfect mold.” that was beautifully created too, with dips and creases, “And he popped out. He’s so caring and so sweet.”

“I assume he’s letting you heal too, right?”

“He is, he’s been doing a wonderful job holding himself back.” she smiles, her cheeks warming up, “A very good job.” she wondered if she could do something for him, something to repay all that hard work and how much he’s been taking care of her. Well, she had some ideas in mind but not for right now. Beatrice hums as she recalls something, licking her lips of any sauce, “What about you and Jake? Did you two go out? You never replied to any of my messages.”

Evelyn slowly chewed her sandwich, dabbed her lips with a napkin and then sipped her soda once she swallowed. Meanwhile Beatrice just looked at her, waiting for a response but her friend’s only reply was ,”Yeah.”

Oh! First answer since she started asking! Beatrice waited with a smile for Eveyn to continue, looking from left to right when she only got silence. “...and?” her friend just stared at her, eyes still as she took another sip of her soda, “...how did it go?”

Evelyn sighs, dropping the glass to her left and crossing her arms on the table as she thought about it, “...well, it went okay.” she begins, “He took me out to dinner, we talked a little bit, he told me about his parents and his little sister and nephew back in Texas. He asked me what sort of things I liked and I told him that I loved true crime podcasts.”

Beatrice gasped, “You didn’t.”

“I did.” Evelyn hums with a small smile, “I really thought that’d scare him off but, he asked me what was about it that I liked so much and I told him I liked concluding that every serial killer that ever existed never needed any observations, almost all of them hated women.” she says, “He then asked what sort of movies I liked and I told him I liked horror movies, slasher movies and my favorite one was Hellraiser.”

Which to this day is something you’d never guess by looking at Evelyn. She was the only person that Beatrice knew who’d read Socrates while watching Halloween for the third time, all the while holding a glass of wine in her hand with a hydrating mask on. Not to mention she’s the only one who when bored decides to learn a new language, because she ‘felt like it’. “And what did he say?”

“He suggested we watch it together, since he never did." she says while chewing another piece of her burger, shrugging her shoulders, “I said fine, but we’re not watching at my place because I wasn’t going to give him my address…so he took me to his apartment, found the movie and we watched it. He…surprised me, I guess.” Evelyn’s voice softened just a bit, just the tiniest bit but it made Beatrice smile, “He…didn’t try anything. And he didn’t force anything…”

Beatrice had to hold her glass to her mouth in hopes it’d hide her smile, but she couldn’t help but feel happy that her friend seemed to be at ease with Jake. She knew he could be a bit of a jerk, but she didn’t think he was that bad and if he was interested in Evelyn besides everything, then he wasn’t all that bad.

“Then he took me home and…” Evelyn shrugs, “It wasn’t as bad.” she lifts her eyes to meet Beatrice’s green ones, “Don’t give me that look.”

“I’m not doing anything.” the brunette tries to say innocently, but there’s amusement in her voice when she speaks, “I just think it’s sweet he wants to know your interests, you know? Probably because he really wants to learn more about you.”

Evelyn just hums, unimpressed, looking out the window to where their college stood, the flags moving with the wind,”I also visited my parents.” she says suddenly and Beatrice has to cough quietly so she doesn’t choke on a piece of her sandwich, covering her mouth with a hand, “In the old house.”

“You did?” Evelyn nods, still looking to the side, “...how,how was it?”

Her friend hesitated, chewing on her lower lip as taps the soda can with a nail, creating a repetitive metallic sound that mixed in with the radio playing around them. “...it was…” the black haired woman tsks, tapping her nail faster, “It was interesting…I decided to pay them a visit and…they were happy to see me. I had lunch with them and then I had a long, long talk with both of them.” Beatrice just watches in silence, giving her friend a small smile so she could go on, “There were…tears and shouting but they um…they apologized to me.”

“Really??”

“Yep.”

“And how do you feel about it?”

Evelyn sighs again, leaning back on her seat with her arms crossed over her bust, “...relieved, I guess, I never thought this day would ever come, you know?” she shrugs to finish her sentence, licking her lips before continuing, “They also visited my apartment. Met their grandson, which my father hates. We had tea together and…it was fine, it was okay I guess.”

“I’m very happy for you Ev.” she truly was, reaching across the table to touch her friend’s elbow since her arms were crossed, “I really am, I’m glad things worked out well…and, will you see Jake again?”

Evelyn hesitates, squirming a bit on her seat and not meeting Beatrice’s eyes, “...I said I’ll call him, if I feel like it.” so that’s a yes. Beatrice just smiled more, clapping her hands happily much to her friend’s chagrin, but Evelyn rolled her eyes with a smile, telling the brunette to eat her food before it got cold.

After they were done Beatrice paid for it, as she said she would and looked down at her phone to check if Bradley received her message. He did, he was just as happy as she was to know she was okay.

Roos (12:12)

Well, we better celebrate the gorgeous. What do you say we go out?

Bea (12:29)

Sorry for the late reply! But yes!I’d love to! :) Where do you have in mind?

Roos (12:30)

It’s a surprise, gorgeous ;), just get dressed nicely and you’ll see.

Beatrice bit her lower lip with a smile, sending him a kissing emoji and an ‘i love you’ before she slid her phone inside her jeans. Dress up nicely, how nicely would that be? She didn’t bring any dresses…she’d have to go home for a short while and see what she could get. She hoped that Evelyn didn’t mind the short detour.

“Roos!” he hears her calling from the bathroom, applying her makeup, “Where exactly are you taking me? Last time you didn’t tell me where we were going we invaded a naval base!”

He laughs while putting on his watch, running his hands over the shirt with tiny yellow flowers before he covers part of it with a jacket, fixing the lapel while looking at himself in the mirror. He told her to use his ensuite while he used the other one down the hall, the surprise would be even better that way, “All I can say is our chances of getting arrested are minimal!”

“Roos!”

“I’m joking, gorgeous.” he laughs again, running his hands through his hair to wear the way he liked, then he walks out of the bathroom to wait for Beatrice in the living room. Jolene was sleepy after a day of walking around with Beatrice - who said that she wanted to make up for the lost time by taking Jolene around pretty much everywhere- huffing happily when he scratches the top of her head. He actually planned this date early in the week since he noticed her foot was already making progress, he thought that by today it’d be a hundred percent and it’d work for them to go out. It’d be really upsetting if he was wrong.

There was also because tomorrow he wanted to take her to the Hard Deck, after telling Penny Beatrice was healed, the woman suggested the two went there just to have another celebration with their friends. He knew Bea would love it. He hears the click of his bathroom light, being followed by her footsteps walking out of his room,running her hands through her hair.

“Oh, fuck me.” he says in a quiet breath, looking at Beatrice from head to toe in pure admiration. The jumpsuit she wore was a long sleeved dark green one, with a plunge neckline that showed her cleavage for his hungry eyes to stare all night long. Since the pants were flared she decided that instead of the usual heels she’d wear with it, she chose a pair of dark platform sneakers that would be a great substitute. The way Beatrice’s clothes looked on her body always made him go insane, especially when they clung to her curves like that, hiding nothing from his view.

Bea smiled,twirling to give him a full look of her outfit “How’s this?” she asks looking over her shoulder, “I didn’t want to wear a dress since it’s a bit colder but I haven’t worn this since I bought it so…”

Rooster pushes himself to his feet after spending too long looking at how the fabric clung to her ass exposing the perfect outline of her buttcheeks without being transparent, “Jesus Christ on a bike.” he murmurs, approaching her from behind so he could wrap his arms around her waist and bury his nose on her neck. Her lavender perfume immediately hit him once he did so, “You look perfect.” he says against her skin,pressing a trail of soft kisses up to her jawline, “You are making me want to give them a call and cancel the reservation.”

Beatrice blinks at that, “Reservation?” she questions, tilting her head to look at him but Rooster is too busy still kissing her neck, “Brad,” she tries, pulling her head back and then holding his cheek to make his eyes focus on her, “Brad, what reservation?”

As if he was snapped out of his stupor, the sandy haired pilot suddenly smiled and pressed his lips to her red ones, moaning happily against her mouth and pulling back with a smack, “It’s a surprise.” he whispers, giving her another peck and then giving a step backwards, still admiring her outfit with a low whistle, “My God you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

Beatrice’s cheeks heat up, but she smiles, fixing the thin strap of her purse over her shoulder while looking up at him, “Thank you…you don’t look so bad yourself.” Bradley could wear a suit like no other man could and it should be illegal how good he always looked. He pursed his lips with a smirk, dipping his head as if he was bowing, then offered his hand to hers to guide her out of the apartment. Jolene barely lifted her head when Beatrice said goodbye, just snuggled the blanket Rooster gave her and huffed sleepily.

As he led them towards the elevators, Beatrice took the time to check her reflection once the silver doors closed, fluffing her hair a bit more only to see his own eyes watching hers. She gave him a little smile over her shoulder, “What?”

Bradley leans his weight on the handrails, biting his lower lip with his eyes running all over her body, shaking his head almost invisibly, “You are going to drive me completely insane.” he tells her, whistling low yet again, “How can you be this fucking hot? You know I’m only a man.” he drags his eyes up to meet her own, even in the elevator light it was clear to see that his eyes got darker, offering her a smirk once he’s done talking.

Bea laughs breathily, moving her head away to play as if she’s still checking her reflection and not trying to hide how much her cheeks were burning right now. She cleared her throat, running her pinky finger on the sharp angle of her brown eyeliner, then turned towards him to see he was still leaning on the handrails, “Well, you know,” she shrugs, “Then that means I’m doing a good job.”

Rooster immediately sucks air through his teeth, “Are you going to fucking tease me all night?” he asks as soon as the doors open and they are in his building’s garage, their steps echoing as they walk to the Bronco. Beatrice gives him a look over the shoulder, smiles and then shrugs again, not saying anything else and making her pilot boyfriend feel like he’s about to snap. He runs his hand over his face, laughing to himself in disbelief, muttering a quiet ‘god damn it’ once they arrive at the blue truck.

Beatrice waits with a little smile as he unlocks it and then opens the passenger door for her, “Thank you.” she says, leaning up to gently peck his lips and giggling when he tries to follow her mouth once she breaks the kiss. He looks down at her red lips, following how she tapped the plump flesh, “Matte lipstick.”

From their first date. He inhaled deeply, dropping his head while he leans his arms on the open door, lifting his gaze with a smirk, “I made it show some skin before, I can do it again.” he purrs, pecking her lips quickly only to tilti his body backwards so he could walk around the car after closing the passenger door, marching to the driver’s seat. He gets inside the car and tosses another look her way, appreciating how gorgeous and beautiful she always looked no matter what.

Not to mention that with her foot completely healed she seemed a lot more animated, saying she even did her yoga that afternoon - without forcing her healed foot of course - after she took Jolene out on her walk.

Plus, he did say he’d pamper her while she was with him. What’s better than taking your girlfriend out for dinner?

“Are you going to tell me where we are going?”

“Hmmm…” he thinks to himself, “No.”

“Roos!”

He chuckles while driving out of the garage, just giving her an innocent shrug, “It’s a surprise, do you want me to spoil the surprise?” he asks while laughing, gesturing to the front of the car, “We’ll be there in a couple minutes. So you’ll get your answer.”

Beatrice tries to appear upset, but she can’t, she just rolls her eyes with a smile, “Oh, fine.” she crosses her arms then, the movement making her breasts squeeze together in a way he definitely saw by the corner of her eye, “I won’t ask about it then. I’ll just wait.”

“That’s my girl.” he coos, grabbing her hand to press a kiss on the back as he drives them away from his street. Beatrice noticed that they were getting to a very…opulent part that she’s only been by passing. She knew this street was where rich people and celebrities would come to have dinner or enjoy parties and the more she looked the more she noticed they were reaching a very known restaurant.

Her smaller hand grabbed his arm, “No.” she says in pure incredulity, the restaurant’s large strutcture getting clearer and clearer, “You are joking.”

“I’m not.” Bradley smiles, parking the car in front of the restaurant and walking out first to open her door, chuckling at her dumbfounded expression, looking at the gold and black details on the outside. This was not only one of the best Japanese restaurants around, it was also very expensive.

“...you know…” she begins, allowing him to guide her through the front doors as the valet takes the Bronco away, “...I had a chicken sandwich for lunch at my old college food joint.” she mumbles, still looking around in amazement, her mouth never closing. She doesn’t even hear the lady at the front ask for their names, she’s too busy looking at the japanese carps swimming on the large aquariums that surround the restaurant’s lower floor. Beatrice leans closer to the aquarium as she’s guided up the stairs, seeing a large orange,black and white carp swim lazily until she can't see it anymore.

She blinks in surprise when she notices they are on the second floor that oversees the tables below, the lady guiding them to a table that is directly connected to the railing, “Brad.” she whispers, squeezing his arm in hopes she’s talking low enough for him to hear, “You didn’t tell me we were coming to the Oda!”

“It’d ruin the surprise.” he whispers back with a smile, rubbing her chin, “Are you surprised?”

“I– yes?? But,” she looks around the other tables, these people were worth probably more money than her own house, “Brad, I-I I thought we were going to,I don’t know…somewhere that isn’t the Oda. You know? This place is so…expensive?? And I fear these people will think I’m stealing the cutlery.”

Bradley chuckles once they reach their table, thanking the woman and then turning towards Beatrice, “It’ll be fine, we’ll be okay.” he pulls back a chair for her, “Come on.”

Beatrice stands there awkwardly, then shuffles forward until she’s seated, still looking at the black and gold aesthetic that surrounds them. She immediately feels bad, how much money did Bradley spend on this? Just to celebrate her healed foot?? “Brad,” she says the minute he sits down, “Brad, why–you…I-I why this place?”

“Well,” he holds his fingers up,curling each one once he’s done explaining his reasons “It has great japanese food, we both like Japanese food and I felt like it’d be great for a date.”

“...Brad.” she lowers her eyebrows, looking around them and speaking quietly, “Brad, I love you, I do but having dinner at Oda is– I don’t even know? How did you even pull this up?”

He had a really cool godfather who knew literally everyone that could help him out, “I have my ways.” especially since the owner knew both his father and Mav from back in the Navy, meaning he was getting everything for free. The man was so happy he met Bradshaw’s son he made sure that he wouldn’t spend one single penny from his pocket. But Beatrice looked so worried, chewing her red lower lip while fidgeting with her hands, “Baby, hey…don’t worry.”

“I-I’m trying, I’ve never,” she tilts her head up where she sees that the aquarium was also on the ceiling, the carps swimming above her head “...been here before.”

“Me neither, it’s a first for both of us.” he reaches to grab her hand, bringing to kiss her knuckles comfortingly, “But I swear, it’s fine.” he proceeds to explain how he managed to do this, smiling wider when Beatrice’s eyes widened at every word that left his lips, his poor girlfriend looking from worried to confused in a matter of seconds.

She moved her mouth without speaking, the words clogging her throat, “...so-so the owner knew Pete and your dad?” she repeats, “And…he said you could eat it for free? Brad…”

“Sssh, ssh, you are worrying so much I can see the smoke coming out of your ears.” he smirks, kissing her knuckles again, “I love you. You know? I love you a whole lot and I said I’d pamper you while you stayed with me.”

Beatrice’s eyes shone like the stars he always compared them too, her lips curling into a little smile with her cheeks turning red, “I love you too, Brad… and thank you,really, no one ever,” she looks around again, “No one ever did something like this for me.”

“Oh and it’s just part of the date, gorgeous. Just you wait.” he smacks the back of her hand soundly, “Ready to order?”

Bea smiles sweetly, looking up to where the carps swam, “...yeah.”

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destinyc1020 · 5 months

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I thinks its obvious that Timmy/Tom arent bffs in the way Tom is with Tuwaine/Harrison, bt they seem friends/friendly enough to where Tom called Timmy in that interview and Timmy said he n Z had "good energy". The fact is their 2 grown men whose main focus is prob their gfs, they dnt live close to each other (even in LA z/tom lives in northride N timmy alledgely lives in beverly hills now) and i dnt think they r in close promixity a lot unless Tom visits Z on the Dune set

Yea, obviously they're not besties.... And like you said, once you get to be a certain age, your main focus becomes your girlfriend or significant other. It's more about hanging with your SO than hanging with your guy friends lol. 😅

That happens to everyone. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Relationships take hard work, time, and effort. Plus, sometimes, some friendships just fall to the wayside due to lack of proximity, lack of time, or just growing up.

But no way do I think they're enemies.... and I wish fans would stop trying to make them into arch nemesis enemies or smthg. Fans need to put the swords down, and just trust that Tom and Timmy are buddies in the industry who respect each other and their work. 😊

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adamsvanrhijn · 1 year

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chapters: 1/1 fandom: downton abbey rating: teen and up audiences warnings: no archive warnings apply relationships: thomas barrow & sybil crawley characters: sybil crawley, thomas barrow additional tags: alternate universe - canon divergence, eloping, family dynamics, self-discovery, 1918-1921 flu pandemic, implied/referenced character death series: part 5 of si l'on n'a pas de soleil, il faut en faire un summary:

Sybil greets her new life with as welcoming a reception as she can manage.

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livviem-009 · 4 months

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The Disappearance of Sherlock Holmes (Part 2):

During their train ride, Mycroft sat in his caboose, holding an old family frame—a picture of him and Sherlock from before Sherlock began working. In the photo, Sherlock still had his long hair, about to go to boarding school, while Mycroft himself was on the verge of entering the family business. Mycroft opened the frame and unfolded the photo to reveal a little girl with pigtails holding a toy sword and Sherlock’s hand.

“Is that Eurus?” Louis asked, entering the threshold. “She doesn't look that dangerous; if anything, she just looks like a spoiled princess.”

“Funny thing, that was my old nickname for her.” Mycroft scooted to the edge and gestured for him to sit. “You know it’s common knowledge that I'm Sherlock's smarter brother, right?”

“I believe John mentioned that in one of his short stories, though I don't see how someone would be smarter than you.”

“Eurus… knows things. From a young age, she possessed a great mind and talent that extended far beyond what I was capable of at that time—an era-defining genius. She even figured out our family secret before me.” Mycroft's eyes darted to the photo. “After I left Northriding, Father set his will so that she could inherit everything before he died. Sherlock was gone by the time that happened, and she was only 15. We never spoke again after that.”

“Do you ever wonder how she was doing when you were gone?” Louis asked.

“All I know is that she never took her studies to heart and wasted her talents by accepting her fortune. Father always preferred her, and I can't do anything about that.” Mycroft folded the photo again, hiding his jealousy. “If we want to get to her, we have to be as unpredictable as possible; she'll refuse once she gets information that we're coming for her.”

“Okay, the first time you mentioned her, I thought she would have been a crazy asylum patient, but after your explanation, I think you hadn't realized that this is what your brother felt.”

“At least with Sherlock, we have an inward understanding that this is all fun and games. With Eurus, pardon my foul language, a total bitch. She called me fat when I was younger!”

“I rest my case; all three of you are children trapped in adult bodies.” Louis stood up and excused himself to the bathroom.

As their train came to a halt, Louis and John decided to head to the stores to gather supplies for Mycroft. For some reason, they found themselves in need of disguises.

“Good morning, good sirs. Are you just visiting?” the shop owner said in a cheerful tone, wearing a flower-patterned gown with brownish-red hair tied in a ponytail.

"Good morning, ma'am. Yes, just passing through," Louis replied with a polite smile, adjusting his hat.

The shop owner beamed, her cheerful demeanor filling the quaint store. "Well, you've picked a lovely day for it. Anything specific you're looking for?"

"We're in need of a few supplies and, ah, perhaps something to help us blend in," John chimed in, glancing at Louis with a hint of amusement.

The shop owner nodded understandingly. "Ah, blending in, I see. Well, we have an assortment of goods for that. What kind of disguise are you thinking?"

Louis pondered for a moment before responding, "Something inconspicuous, perhaps. We don't want to draw too much attention."

The shop owner grinned mischievously. "I've got just the thing. Follow me, gentlemen."

As they perused the shop's assortment of disguises and gathered the necessary supplies, the shop owner continued to share anecdotes about the town and its unique characters, adding a touch of local charm to their mission.

John couldn't help but voice his amazement, "Ma'am, you seem to have exactly what we need. How do you manage that?"

She chuckled. "When you've been in business for long, you'd have a keen eye for this sort of thing," she spoke in a light Cockney accent. "Hope you boys have a fun time here."

The woman faced Louis before giving him a wink and a smirk.

Louis and John exchanged glances, amused and grateful for the unexpected camaraderie. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you for your help."

The shop owner bid them farewell with a cheerful wave as they left, the quaint bell above the door jingling behind them. Armed with disguises and supplies, they prepared to face the enigma that awaited them in Northriding.

The estate was teeming with vegetation and charm, a sprawling landscape of vibrant flowers and neatly trimmed hedges. The sweet fragrance of blooming blossoms wafted through the air, creating a contrast to the tension that lingered within.

As they approached the door, the rhythmic clinks of metal against metal reached their ears, a telltale sign that someone within was immersed in the art of fencing. The distinct sounds of blades meeting in a practiced dance echoed through the estate, adding an unexpected layer of intrigue to the atmosphere.

They stood on the stoop, exchanging glances as they waited. The fencing sounds continued, each clash resonating with skill and precision. It was evident that whoever was engaged in this activity possessed a considerable level of expertise.

Louis, with a hint of amusement, whispered to John, "I hope we're not interrupting a private duel. Seems like our host is quite the swordsman."

The anticipation grew as they waited for the door to swing open, wondering what kind of reception awaited them in this elegant yet enigmatic setting.

Once the noise ceased, the door creaked open, revealing a figure adorned in a fencing uniform that gave Louis and John an unexpected start. The individual had an air of intensity, and their face was partially obscured by the fencing mask.

The atmosphere became palpably tense as Louis inquired, "Are you, Miss Eurus Holmes?"

"Perhaps," the figure said in a light Cockney accent, making Louis feel a small déjà vu moment.

Louis and John exchanged puzzled glances, uncertain of what to make of the response. Before they could dwell on it further, John cautiously pressed on, "Excuse us, but we're looking for someone. Do you have a brother named Sherlock Holmes?"

The figure's eyes, visible through the mesh of the mask, narrowed with a hint of suspicion. In a vehement and assertive tone, they retorted, "I do not."

The denial was forceful, leaving Louis and John taken aback by the unexpected reaction. The masked fencer seemed determined to distance themselves from any connection to Sherlock, adding suspicion surrounding Eurus Holmes.

"But you do have a brother, right?" John asked.

"I do," she answered, eyeing them both.

"Might I inquire about his first name?" John continued, feeling a little frightened.

The figure took off her mask to reveal a head of luscious blue hair, and her blue eyes stared at them both. "Sheer luck!"

"Good evening, Ms. Holmes," John began, feigning confidence. "I'm Inspector Ormond Sacker, and this is Mr. Simon Bellwood, a mathematician."

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Eurus," Louis added with a charming smile. "Your reputation precedes you."

Eurus scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "Intelligence, you say? No one even knows there's a third Holmes sibling. Call me intrigued."

Louis, taking on a persona, leaned in. "Well, Eurus, life is complex, just like a good mathematical equation."

John intervened, attempting to steer the conversation. "Let's not get carried away. We genuinely need your help. Sherlock's life is at stake."

Eurus, with a mocking smirk, responded, "Oh, how touching. The famous Sherlock Holmes needs help. Why should I believe a word from two impostors?"

Louis, dropping the act, spoke earnestly. "We understand you may find this hard to believe, but we're genuinely concerned about Sherlock. We wouldn't be here otherwise."

Eurus, bratty and dismissive, retorted, "Oh, a concern for dear brother? How heartwarming. But why involve me?"

John, growing serious, confessed, "We're not who we say we are, but we're desperate to find Sherlock. Your name is written at the scene. We thought if anyone could help, it would be you."

Eurus, despite her bratty demeanor, showed a flicker of concern. "Sherlock? I haven't seen him since I was 15. But if he's involved, this just got interesting."

Louis, in a more subdued tone, added, "Eurus, we know your mind is unparalleled. If there's anyone who can assist, it's you."

Eurus, contemplating, conceded, "Fine, I'll entertain this. But remember, I'm always one step ahead, and sentimentality won't sway me."

"We could tell, your brother thinks highly of you," Louis said, dropping his facade.

Eurus looked at him with a genuine smile before inviting them in, "Why don't I prepare you some tea. Mr. Sacker, if that is your name, please tell Mycroft he's invited too."

Mycroft hesitated at the door, his eyes meeting Eurus’ as she greeted him. "Mycroft, dear brother," she said with a sly grin. "You're looking... well, the same."

Mycroft, trying to maintain composure, sighed. "Spoiled brat, I've lost some weight. Your perception might be a tad outdated."

Eurus chuckled, "Outdated? My dear Mycroft, your views are as archaic as ever."

Mycroft, ten years her senior, raised an eyebrow. "And yours, dear sister, remain as conventional as ever."

John and Louis exchanged awkward glances, sensing the tension in the room. Mycroft, recalling his childhood, held back the hurt from Eurus's remark about his weight.

Eurus, relentless, continued, "Still carrying that excess baggage, I see."

Mycroft, now more composed, retorted, "I've shed a few pounds, Eurus. Your outdated perceptions need an upgrade."

Louis whispered to John, "Looks like sibling rivalry, huh?"

John nodded, smirking. "Karma has a way of catching up."

The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence as the siblings exchanged barbs, and John couldn't help but reflect on his own encounter with Mycroft's weight-related comments.

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“I got it!”

And Bea leaps to hit the ball, watching as it bounced heavily against the ground. She was proud of it, but her lower back immediately pulsated in pain, “Ow.” she whispers, rubbing the sore spot just in time for Shells to look over.

“You good?”

Beatrice winced, her hand still massaging the aching spot on her lower back. "Yeah, just a little twinge. I might have pushed myself a bit too hard there."

Carmen raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk playing on her lips. "Getting old, Bea? Need a break already?"

Beatrice shot her a playful glare, trying to mask the discomfort with a defiant grin. "Getting old, my foot. It's called not warming up properly." and regretting it immediately.

Evelyn, catching wind of the banter, joined in with a chuckle. "Well, you two can argue about age later. Right now, let's focus on the game. We're not here for a spa day."

The gymnasium echoed with the sounds of bouncing balls, sneakers squeaking on the polished floor, and the occasional cheers from other teams practicing on adjacent courts. It was the first time they trained with other people there.

Carmen tossed the volleyball to Evelyn, who skillfully set it up for Beatrice. Despite the twinge in her back, Beatrice was determined to show that she still had the moves that had made their college team legendary.

As the ball sailed towards her, she adjusted her stance and launched into a powerful spike. The volleyball arced gracefully over the net, landing on the opposing side with a satisfying thud.

Nice.

Beatrice's successful spike had brought a sense of satisfaction, momentarily easing the discomfort in her lower back. However, she knew she had to be cautious to avoid aggravating the twinge further.

Evelyn retrieved the ball and tossed it back to Carmen, who set it for Shells then to Eliza. The team continued their practice, and as they played, Beatrice couldn't help but reflect on how different this experience was compared to their college days.

Back then, it was all about good fun, it was never serious after all Northride didn’t have a volleyball team. Now, it was a celebration of sorts?She had to admit that being called to play another game after four years was…interesting, and fun.

And a bit hurtful since she’s used on doing her yoga and taking care of the kids.

After a series of well-executed plays, Beatrice delivered a powerful serve that ricocheted off the opposing team's hands, scoring another point for their side. Shells whistled loudly, fist pumping to her best friend, “That’s my girl!”

Evelyn clapped her hands, a wide grin on her face. "Great job, Bea! We've still got it, don't we?"

Bea nodded, chuckling, wiping sweat from her forehead. "Hell yeah, we do.” she heaves out a breath, “I’m sweating more than a sinner in church.”

Evelyn, eventually called for a timeout. The group gathered near the sidelines, catching their breath and drink some water. Beatrice took the opportunity to stretch her back, hoping to alleviate the lingering twinge that had made itself known earlier.

Shells nudged her playfully. "Feeling the burn, Bea? Maybe you should consider joining me for some yoga sessions."

Beatrice chuckled, rolling her eyes. "I'd consider it if you did yoga.” she groans again, leaning her body backward and huffing, “Fuck.”

"You know," she said, a sly grin on her face, leaning back on her seat "I heard about this new trendy thing—hot yoga. Maybe that's what we need, Bea. A good sweat in a heated room, and you'll feel rejuvenated."

Beatrice shot her a playful glare. "Hot yoga? Are you trying to torture me? I already feel like I'm melting in here. Besides, I'm more of a cool breeze kind of person."

Evelyn chimed in, handing Bea a bottle of water. "Hot yoga or not, you're doing great out there. A little twinge won't keep you down."

Beatrice took a grateful sip from the water bottle, appreciating the encouragement. "Thanks, Ev. Now." she looks at Shells who still looked so pleased, “Whenever you mention anything that sounds remotely sexual I get worried.”

“It’s not sexual.” the blonde replies, ‘...it’s just…fancy.”

“Uh-huh. And I assume Bob loves it.”

Shells’ smile widened, “Oh he does. A lot, you should show Rooster some moves.”

Beatrice arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "You are assuming I didn’t already.” she says, “Besides, I don’t think Roos will like the idea, this week is about making him feel good…but tossing him in a sauna? No.”

Shells chuckled, giving Beatrice a playful shove. "You never know until you try, right? I swear, it’s, great.”

Evelyn, overhearing the conversation, joined in with her eyes latched on her phone, “Shells, you are being too horny, go call Bob or something, it’s grossing me out. " but she was smiling, “No, but really,I agree with Bea. I doubt I’d join something like that.”

Shells laughed, "Alright, alright, no more hot yoga talk. We've got a game to focus on, and I don't want to distract Bea with thoughts of sweaty Rooster in a sauna." She wiggled her eyebrows teasingly.

Beatrice chuckled, shaking her head because it was too late. "You're impossible, Shells. Let's get back in the game before we lose our momentum."

As they returned to the court, she rolled her shoulders and then her neck. The opposing team seemed determined to turn the tide, and the rallies became more intense. Evelyn's strategic serves kept the opposing team on their toes, thank God because the other team wasn’t being nice.

During a particularly challenging rally, Beatrice dove for a low spike, successfully returning the ball with equal strength. And then she feels it, her ankle the same she twisted years ago, twinged with pain, “Wait,wait,wait!” she holds up her hand “Pause! I gotta sit down!”

The gym fell into a momentary hush as Beatrice signaled for a break, wincing slightly from the twinge in her ankle. She made her way to the sideline, carefully lowering herself onto the bench.

"Bea, you okay?" Shells asked, her eyes scanning Beatrice's face for signs of distress. “What happened babes?”

She nodded, breathing through the discomfort. "Just a minor ankle twinge. Nothing I haven't dealt with before. Give me a moment."

“Is it the same foot?” she nods, “Damn,Ev-”

Evelyn handed her another bottle of water, her brow furrowed with worry as she crouches down to her foot. "You sure you should continue, Bea? We can sub you out for a bit."

Beatrice waved off the concern with a nervous smile. "No no no, I'm good. A little rest, and I'll be back in action!”

Ev’s brow went up, “You sure?”

Beatrice winced slightly as she flexed her ankle, testing its range of motion. "Yeah, I'm sure. I've dealt with worse. Just need a moment to let it settle, and I'll be back in the game. I can't let a little twinge ruin our momentum."

Shells sighed, crossing her arms. "You're stubborn, Bea, you know that?" then she turned to Eliza, “Liz, you are our nurse, can you check our little miss hardhead?”

Eliza nodded, then approached with a concerned expression, crouching down next to Evelyn. "Bea, let me take a look at that ankle. We don't want to risk anything."

Beatrice nodded, extending her leg for Eliza's examination. She winces a bit when Eliza moves it, clenching the bench with her lip between her teeth, “A-At least it happened during training and not in the game,right?”

“Hmmm…” Eliza frowns, “Yeah but this is the same one from before, it’s fragile. More prone to hurt, can you stand?”

Beatrice took a deep breath, steadying herself. With Eliza's support, she managed to stand up, putting a bit of weight on the injured ankle. The discomfort was still there, but she gritted her teeth, determined not to let it hinder her.

"Yeah, I can stand. It's sore, but I'll manage," Bea assured, giving Eliza a small smile. "I can't let the team down."

Shells, hands on her hips, gave Beatrice a stern look. "What?! Girl, shut up with all that, Evelyn tell her to stop!"

Evelyn chimed in, concern etched on her face. "She's right, Bea. We want you healthy. Let's not risk further injury." she says, “We’ll stop today and then you can go home, take care and return once you are better. If it’s too bad we can always cancel it.”

“But–”

“They’ll understand Bea.”

Beatrice sighed, glancing at the court where the game was on pause. She knew they were a team, and her well-being was crucial, but…"I appreciate the concern, really, but I can't just sit on the sidelines. Let me play a bit more, and if it gets worse, I promise I'll sub out," Bea pleaded, her eyes pleading for understanding. “Please Ev.”

Evelyn sighed,then turned to Eliza, “You think it’s good enough for her to go on?”

Eliza assessed Beatrice's ankle with a thoughtful expression. pursing her lips. "Well, it's not a severe injury, but it's definitely strained. If Bea feels up to it, she can continue, but she should be cautious and not push too hard. Ice it when you get home, Bea, and keep an eye on any swelling."

Beatrice nodded, standing up. "Thanks, Liz. I'll be careful, I promise."

Evelyn sighed, relenting a bit. "Fine, but I better not catch you pushing yourself too hard out there. We need you in top shape for the games ahead and Rooster would never forgive any of us if you got more hurt."

She grinned, relieved that she got the green light. "Deal. I'll be mindful of it. Promise.”

She adjusted her movements, testing the waters to gauge the strain on her ankle as they got back in the court. The game resumed, and she focused on playing strategically, avoiding unnecessary risks.

The rallies intensified, and the opposing team seemed eager to capitalize on any potential weakness. Beatrice, however, held her own, to the best of her ability. Despite the initial setback, teamwork remained formidable.

As the final set approached, Beatrice felt a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. The twinge in her ankle persisted, but she pushed through, unwilling to let it overshadow the game. But she noticed, as soon as they finished training, it was a bit harder to walk. “...well.” Shells mutters, “Ain’t that a pickle,need help?”

"Evelyn," she called out, gesturing towards Beatrice, "I think we need to take a closer look at that ankle. It seems worse than before."

Evelyn furrowed her brows, concern deepening. "Bea, time to go home.” she says, “Call Rooster and let him know you are coming. I’m sure he isn’t expecting it,but…”

Beatrice almost felt guilty.

No, this was his leave. He couldn’t worry…but she had to call him.

She dialed his number, and as the phone rang, her mind raced with thoughts of how to break the news without causing undue worry. Which,in reality, there were no other ways to do it.

"Hey, gorgeous!" Rooster's voice came through the line, warm and familiar. "How's training going?"

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath before responding. "Hey, Roos. Training...well, it's been a bit eventful. Listen, I, uh, twisted my ankle again. Nothing too serious, but Eliza thinks it's best if I head home and rest."

There was a brief pause on the other end before Rooster's concerned tone filled the line. "Twisted your ankle? Are you okay? Do you need me to come pick you up?" she can hear him grabbing his keys already “Let me ready the kids–”

Beatrice couldn't help but smile at Rooster's immediate concern. "No, no, it's not that bad. Evelyn is here, and we'll manage. I just wanted to let you know since I’ll be home in a few minutes…”

Rooster sighed on the other end. "Bea, you don't have to tough it out. If you need me, I'll be there. I don't want you pushing yourself too hard, especially not now."

Oh her poor heart "I know, Roos. But I promise, it's not as bad as it sounds. Just a little twist. I'll take it easy and be home soon," Beatrice reassured him, glancing over at Evelyn, who was giving her an nod “Ev is taking me home.”

Rooster sighed audibly on the other end. "Alright, Bea.I’ll set everything here for you,okay?” he sighs again, “Baby I don’t like seeing you hurt.”

"I know, Roos. I don't like it either, but it's just a minor twist. I'll be fine, promise."

Rooster hesitated, his worry palpable even through the phone. "Alright, Bea. Just take it easy, and let me know if you need anything. I'll be counting the minutes until you're home."

"I will. Love you," she said, her voice softening.

"Love you too. Evelyn, take good care of her, okay?"

Evelyn, who had been listening to the conversation, nodded. "Don't worry, Rooster. I've got her. We'll be home soon."

With a final exchange of reassurances, Beatrice ended the call, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt. Rooster had been looking forward to spending his leave without any worries, and here she was, disrupting the plans with a twisted ankle.

The gremlin voice giggled inside of her.

Evelyn looked back at her "You sure you're okay, Bea?"

"Yeah, just a bit sore," she replied, rubbing her ankle gently. "I appreciate you being here, Ev. I didn't want to ruin the day for Roos."

Evelyn smiled,. "Rooster cares about you. He'd rather know the truth and be there for you than have you push through the pain alone. You know that’s how he is, don’t you worry,alright?”

Beatrice sighed,hugging her arms as she limps close to Evelyn. "You're right. I just hope this doesn't mess up his plans for his leave." she frowns, “I hope.”

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