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Chapter 139 - Sprace (Spot x Race)

- Chapter 139 - Relationships with the Enemy Borough (and Jack's Reaction) -
Warnings: mentions of enemies, crying, worry, anger
Modern AU
Third Person POV

A/N, this was the one-shot sherlockian_demigod , iwantaferret_ , and I talked about. I hope you all (but especially you two) like it!

"Frick, frick, frick, frick, frick, frick, frick." Race slammed his hands against his head multiple times.

"What's that banging noise?!" someone shouted from downstairs.

"Just me losing my sanity," Race grumbled to himself. He sighed deeply at the look he received from the person in front of him. "Just me! I just dropped something!" he shouted back.

"Be careful!"

Race rolled his eyes fondly. "I'm trying," he grumbled, gritting his teeth.

"It may be easier if you tell him." Smalls stared at her nails, paying no attention to him.

Race glared at her. "Yeah? And how do you expect me to do that?" he grumbled. "Go up to him and say, "hey, Spot. I know we're both in leader positions in rival gangs and my brother hates your guts, but I have a crush on you"?"

Smalls smirked at him. "Yes."

Race's glare strengthened. She knew full well that he was being sarcastic.

"Come on, Race." Smalls sighed, adjusting herself on the bed. "It's not that hard to tell him, and Jack would do anything for you and Charlie, you know that," she reminded him.

"He hates Spot's guts, and just him in general," Race reminded her. "The whole gang does."

"Elmer doesn't," Smalls responded.

"Elmer couldn't hate a fly, Smalls."

"Elmer hates spiders."

"Everyone hates spiders."

"Sniper doesn't."

"Sniper literally can't hate anyone either," Race stated, his arms crossed.

Smalls rolled her eyes. "Come on, just do it."

"You're just biased and want me to do it." Race waved it off, walking over to his drawers to fold his clothes for the millionth time that day because they didn't look good enough yet. The room wasn't clean, and it needed to be. "I've been ignoring my feelings, and I will continue to. You can't do anything about it."

Smalls sighed deeply. "Maybe I am biased, but that's only because I just want to see you two happy," she told him. "Spot's my cousin, you're part of the family that took me in when we got separated," she reminded him. "I care about you two, the same way that Jack cares about you. I swear, he won't be mad, Racer."

Race's hands shook violently as he struggled to fold the shirt again. He swallowed hard and shook his head. "I'm not doing it, Smalls. Nothing can make me."

Smalls frowned. "Alright," she mumbled, getting up. "I better head back to Bronx or Blade'll start to worry his head off so far that Banner can't assure him I'm fine," she said.