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“Hey, Rose, wait up!” Rosie turned around to see her Timothy run after her. He kissed her on her cheek, she smiled. “Wanna catch a movie?” he asked. “Yes, sounds fun. I’ll just drop my stuff off at my place, so I’ll meet you there.”
She began to walk to her bike, when he grabbed her arm and pulled her close. She could feel his breath against her the top of her head. They had been dating for 6 months now, but every time he stood close to her, she could feel her brain get all fuzzy. “How come I never get to go to your house? We’ve been dating for so long and I have never met your parents. Why?” Rosie sighed, she knew she would have to answer this one time. Might as well be now.
The truth was that she had very peculiar parents. The fact that she had two dads, was not the problem. Everybody knew and it was not the problem she was dreading. The problem was that her dads were, well, very protective. And when normal people are protective, you can deal with that, but she had a retired army doctor and a consulting detective as her protectors. She loved them very much, but every time she brought a friend over, her father began to deduce every single bit of their lives. It didn’t improve since her dad just loved to watch Sherlock deduce the shit out of people. She smiled at the time her ex-boyfriend had actually ran away crying because her father had said he was going to die in two weeks. He wasn't, but it turned out he cheated on her multiple times. He had gone off to a mental hospital for three weeks to recover from his fear.
“Uhm, hello Rosie, you still with us?” Timothy looked a bit worried at her. “Yes, just lost in thought.” “So, can I please come with you? I want to meet the people who gave the world so much beauty.” She laughed and kissed him. “Fine, but I should warn you, they are weird. Like super weird, lovely, but weird.” He laughed and took her hand. “Well, luckily, I am too!”
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John watched as Sherlock sat in his chair, screaming at the telly for thinking the women killed her husband. He loved to watch him, even after the 20 years since they had first kissed. He thought about that night often, the first night after ‘the incident’ with Euros, Sherlock was upset and John had hugged him to comfort him. Somehow, they ended up kissing and the next morning would be the first of the many more to come.
The sound of the door opening and voices that came with it, interrupted his train of thought. Rosie was home. “She’s with her boyfriend” Sherlock had looked up from the telly and turned it off. “Sorry, what?” John asked, still a bit absent. “She. Is. With. Him.” Sherlock looked up to John and smirked at his irritated face. “Yes, I heard you, love. Are you sure?”. Before Sherlock could answer, the door swung open, and Rosie entered with a handsome young fella by her side. “Hi dad, hi father! This is…” “Timothy Durling” Sherlock had cut her off and walked around him. “How do you…, you know what? I’m not even going to ask!” Rosie said, she turned to Tim; “I’m just going to get changed and drop my books upstairs, and then we can get going. You two, behave, please.” She turned to her dads and gave a smirk, that resembled Sherlocks an awful lot. She ran upstairs too scared to see what her dads were going to say. Secretly she loved that they knew everything. She loved to see them impress her boyfriends, just to see how brave they were. But she would never let them know that, she couldn’t, they would be way too pleased with themselves.
John pulled a chair from one of the desks and put it in front of the two big chairs in the living room. He himself sat down in his own chair and Sherlock went back to his. “Sit. Please.” John said rather serious. Timothy looked frightened and began to regret his decision, but there was no going back now.
“What are your intentions with our daughter” John looked at him. “Well, I, uhm, we, we are just going to the movies, sir. Sirs.” “And then?” Sherlock stared Timothy deep in the eyes, while John asked the question. “I don’t know… Ice-cream maybe. Then I’ll take her home safely and say goodnight. And head home myself.” He began to gather some courage. John didn’t like it, but he was impressed by how quickly this kid seemed to know what they were doing. Now it was Sherlock’s turn to frighten him. He stood up, circled around the chair. “Hmmm, you are clearly trying to shag our daughter.” “Sorry, what sir? No, I’m not. And if I were, not without her consent. She is old enough to know what she wants I think…” He regretted this as soon as he said it. He always talked to much, nothing good ever came from talking too much. Although, now that he thinks about it, Rosie and him were only a couple because he had accidentally said he liked her. “Well, you are cleanly shaven, since Rosie doesn’t like beards. You have put on way too much deodorant. Also, you probably should replace the condom in your wallet, it is obviously expired.” John tried his best not to burst out in tears laughing at the startled face of the poor kid. Sherlock sees John’s struggle and winks, which made it even harder for John.
To Timothy’s relief, Rosie enters the room. “So, did you three behave?” She exchanges one look with her father to know they clearly did not. “O my god, what did you say?” “Nothing darling, just getting to know Tim over here. Making sure he brings you home before ten.” Sherlock sits down his chair again and smiles at his daughter, who looks sceptical. “We get along great, right Tim?” John looks at Tim, who shifts a bit uncomfortable in his chair. “Yes, well, we better be off if we want to catch an early movie, Rose.” Rosie looks at her dads and bursts out laughing; “Liars! Stop frightening him, he is sweet.” She kisses Timothy on his cheek, walks over to her father, kisses him on the cheek too. When she gets to John, she gives him a kiss, and says; “We’ll probably be home before dinner, so maybe, if it’s okay and if Timmy wants to, we’ll join you two.” “Off course darling. Have fun!” “Though not as much as ‘Timmy’ wants.” Sherlock says from his chair and gives a small smile to Timothy, who relaxes a bit more.
When Rosie and Timothy are out of the door, John finally gives in to his urge to laugh. It doesn’t take long, before Sherlock begins to laugh too. “His face!” John manages to get out two words before collapsing again. After ten minutes of discussing and making fun of the fear in the face of the boy, they calm down a bit. “I think, this is a keeper though. She really likes him.” Sherlock is the first to speak normally again. “Yes, I think so too…”