The Only Exception,' Holmesbury

Eight: First Word

"so... benjamin wants to kill you... but... why? if your father is dead why would he want to take even more revenge?" tewkesbury asked with furrowed eyebrows.

enola groaned. "i assume because the hatred was so powerful, even in death he wants to torture my father."

tewkesbury nodded. bringing grabbing her hand gently and kissing it.

enola was writing the stuff she knew about benjamin bennett on a piece of paper.

she looked very stressed, anxious. no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

"i love you." tewkesbury said.

enola, seeming to miss his words, did not respond.

"enola?"

enola looked up at him and hummed, showing him her dark eyes.

"what? did you say something?"

tewkesbury looked at her for a second before cupping her cheeks to get a better look at her face.

enola furrowed her eyebrows. "what are you doing, tewkesbury...?"

tewkesbury sighed, pulling her up from the chair.

"come on, you need rest. you look exhausted." tewkesbury lead her to her bed.

"what?! no! i need to write more... i need... i'm not tired!"

tewkesbury gave her a look. "you look like you haven't slept in ages. when was the last time you slept?" he sat her on the bed.

enola paused to think.

she didn't know

tewkesbury sighed. "come on." he took out her braid and laid her down.

"tewkesbury, i'm not tired." enola yawned.

tewkesbury nodded. "you're right. not tired at all."

enola nodded tiredly. "that's right."

he lifted the blanket to cover her and once he looked at her face, she was already asleep.

tewkesbury smiled gently and kissed her forehead.

"sweet dreams, enola."

he then grabbed his coat and hat and left her home.

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enola was walking down the street when she heard a voice she ever so hated.

"enola? is that you?." the voice of her brother came from behind her.

enola shut her eyes tightly and turned around.

"mycroft."

"you look..." he made a disgusted grimace.

enola rolled her eyes and was about to walk away until his voice stopped her.

"wait! how are you doing?" mycroft tried to be polite.

enola scoffed. "what like you care?"

"watch your tone, young lady." mycroft hissed

"how's the 'detective' stuff working out?" mycroft laughed.

"saving kitty's from trees? arresting bugs?"

"i'm being chased by a murderer."

mycrofts' eyes widened.

"what?!"

enola laughed loudly with a snide face. "oh, don't act like you care, mycroft. you could care less about me."

"that's not true!"

enola gave him a look. "seriously mycroft?"

"who's trying to kill you?" mycroft asked.

"benjamin bennett." enola said before quickly adding. "forget i told you that."

mycroft went pale. "h-he tried to—"

"i know, i know..." enola said, having already heard the story from her other brother.

and then she walked off.

mycroft frowned as he watched her leave.

he didn't know the right to go about it but mycroft truly actually cared for her.

he still thought she deserved to go to finishing school but he just wanted what he thought was best for her.

he always did.

a twelve year old mycroft had an angry expression on his face as he stared at his eleven month old sister.

every since she was born it seemed eudoria had forgotten about him and sherlock.

that couldn't be further from the truth.

but he was just twelve year old boy who feared his parents didn't want him anymore.

"i hate you." he hissed at his baby sister.

enola just smiled and babbled something making him frown.

"mycroft! please watch enola, your father and i are busy right now!" he heard his mothers voice upstairs.

mycroft groaned.

enola smiled at the boy after he groaned, finding the sound funny.

"you just smile at everything, don't you?"

enola giggled.

"i liked it when it was me, mother, father, and sherlock. you wrecked everything." mycroft scowled as enola just gave him a confused look.

right as he was about to walk away he heard a noise.

"croft."

he stopped. "what did you say?"

"croft."

he turned back around with a shocked expression.

"croft? that's me?! i'm croft!" he smiled and picked her up.

she giggled. "croft! c-crofty!"

he gasped and smiled even more.

"mother! father!" he ran downstairs with enola in his arms.

"what?! what's wrong?" eudoria panicked.

"enola said her first word! say it again enola." he held her up higher.

"croft."

mycroft smiled proudly as sherlock, eudoria and alexander gasped.

"i'm her first word!"

eudoria squealed and grabbed enola, lifting her up high.

"i can't say i'm surprised, she's crazy about you!" eudoria kissed mycroft on the cheek.

mycroft put out a smirk as he stared at sherlock.

"i guess i'm the favorite brother."

ten year old sherlock frowned and scowled at mycroft.

"no! it's me!"

"enola?" mycroft asked enola with a proud smiled

"croft." she giggled.

"ha!"