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[Why was there? Mmf... Why was she sleeping. Her nose itched. It takes a bit of flailing to find her hand, which probably ends in her smacking... whoever she was with.

Why was she with someone?

What. Hm... There were tingles.

Maybe?

Poking her head up helps, and slipping out of bed to sniff the door that was there. New door, new place. Every place was old, poking her head inside where the door was should have been helps fill in the gaps.]

...There are two.

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[He grunts at the contact, rolls over and away -- and his eyes snap open.

Not his bed, not his room. Familiar cues in an unfamiliar environment; like Valentine's but not. Castle playing a game again, why is it always this one with him? He sits up abruptly. His hair might be kind of askew.

Warily:]

Two of what?

Them.

[Obviously, why are you asking silly questions, god Sherlock.

She pushes the door all the way open, and gestures him over.]

There used to be one. They multiplied, do they do that?

[He glares at her from where he is. He doesn't like it when the castle interrupts him for whatever new adventure it has planned today -- he has things to do!

But he will swing himself out of the bed and wander over to the door, if just to satisfy his curiosity. He pokes his head in.]

... Oh.

[There were beds now, not cribs. She hadn't noticed the change before. Without there being two.

She wanders over to one, all fishnets and baggy shirt, to lean down and give Billie a look over. Yup, still Billie. Rinabow hair, bronze skin, mismatched husky eyes. Her Billie.]

We should name her...

[He doesn't go over to either of them. He stands in the doorway looking a bit like someone just dropped a brick on his foot.

This is awkward. What is he supposed to do? He doesn't have time for this.]

What for? Look at them, they must have names already, and if they don't I don't see how that should be our responsibility.

She's mine from before.

[And Del is blessing the heavens that the children remained asleep because she wants to peek at the Other Child.]

Maybe she's yours from now~

No, it isn't. [It? She.] Conjured by the castle. That hardly makes her mine.

[Those dark curls seem to tell a very different story, though.]

[She tugs the blanket down, worrying less about waking her because Sherlock was being silly about it.

A mess of dark curls top a pale, heart-shaped face. Dark lashes brush against her tiny cheeks, and Del leans closer to sniff her head.]

Don't be rude.

I'm being objective. [He's being nitpicky. And rude.] If the castle was looking for someone to foster them, it should have looked somewhere else.

[He's making her angry. She can't help it. So little family, here. So very little. I didn't feel anything like homes and hearts.

There wasn't even a nephew left, if it did.

And now, babies. She glares at him.]

A name, or she will be Rachel.

[Rachel. The name strikes a shard of a memory -- a cabbie, pink, a password. He's quiet for a second, watching the top of the child's head. He feels reprimanded and it's annoying, because there's nothing to reprimand. He's not suited to take care of children, full stop.

He looks away.]

Rachel is fine.

[Now her feels are hurt, and she leans over to murmur something to the girl. Wake her up up up, it's time to see daddy~]

[Wait, no, stop, the sooner they wake up the sooner he has to deal with them.]

What are you doing? Leave her alone, I--

[But too late, because the little girl's already stirring.]

Mommy, is it time to get up already?

Little starshine, the Earth sings. [She hums it out, tugging on a dark strand of hair oh-so-gently.]

Daddy is too heavy to walk this far. [She tugs the covers back to free the girl from bed.] We must go to him.

[She-who-shall-be-known-as-Rachel giggles and rolls her way out of the bed. She wobbles over to latch onto Sherlock's knees.]

Wake up, Daddy! It's morningtime.

[He looks a bit deer-in-headlights by the whole thing, honestly. One hand settles awkwardly in her hair.]

Yes. Good morning.

[Del moves other to the other bed to prod at Billie as well. Might have the whole family up and about.]

They came for a visit.

[Didn't they? A petting of Billie's hair, and the child takes her hand for help getting up.

Rachel gives a tiny tug at Sherlock's slacks.]

Up, Daddy!

What? [Oh. Really?] No, I don't think....

[Except Rachel doesn't seem to care what Daddy thinks, because she hops to wrap her arms around his waist. The extra weight throws him off balance, and he has to stoop to support her, halfway between picking her up and putting her down. The awkwardness of it makes her giggle.]

Up, up!

[There's not much else to do but comply. He lifts her up and she latches to his neck, laughing into his shoulder.

oh god what is his life.]

[Billie wakes slowly, and Del settle on her bed, legs crossed, as she watches bright teal eyes sparkle like that.]

She'll be better.

[She decides it slowly. Hopefully. Probably be better. It wasn't good for a mind to be so Del, you know.]

Mommy, you're on my toes...

[Rachel wriggles and squirms until she's comfortable which, from the looks of things, isn't all that comfortable for Sherlock. He glowers a bit past her shoulder, but he's not dumping her on the ground. That's something?]

She'll be fine.

[At the very least, she'll be clever and interesting. That's enough for him.]

[Del shifts to the side, off of Billie, and the girl crawls into her lap easily.]

So we can keep them?

[Because it's up to you, isn't it, Sherlock? She may look like an adult at the moment, but Del is very much not actually capable of owning a child. Not usually. Or... not always.

Billie yawns a bit, little hand tugging on a strand of hair dangling down.]

Silly, mommy.

[He's silent for a moment, watching Billie carefully while he readjusts Rachel against his shoulder. Neither of them are equipped for this, really. If the castle was looking for people to properly care for the mental, emotional, and physical well-being of two children under of the age of six, it chose wildly incorrectly.

But.

He sighs, relents.]

Not much of an alternative, is there?

They're mine.

[Her different than the filter than the people. Look into Rachel's eyes. can't you tell they see very special things?]

I see that.

[And he does, really and truly. Watching the two of them, it's hard not to see that same indescribable thing that made Del so fascinating in the first place.

It's the fact that Rachel is also his that he's having trouble accepting.]

Less his more her own.

[He wondered who had thought that out loud. Didn't matter, really.]

'M hungry Mommy.

[A slightly panicked glance towards Sherlock. Does he cook? He must be able to cook. Right?]

[He stares back. Seriously? Really?

Oh, fine.]

Omelettes?

[Rachel giggles and kicks her feet.]

Waffles!

Omelettes.

[Del grins, and leans down to whisper to Billie, hair spilling in rainbow streaks across the child's face.

Billie giggles and tips to the side, wiggling her toes.]

Waffles!

[He rolls his eyes. Dammit, woman, don't you unite these children against him!! Waffles are so boring.

But Rachel is chanting it now.]

Waffles, waffles, waffles, waffles!

Yes, alright, fine

Yay!

[Del giggles into Billie's hair, but lets the girl up to clamber off the bed.]

With cheese~

[He deposits Rachel on the ground, and she zig zags around him back into the room proper. He makes a face back at Del.]

Don't encourage them.

[He will not put cheese on his waffles, you can't make him. B(]

[Why not? It's just cheese. Goodness.

Billie is shrieking and dashing off after her sister, though, darting around Sherlock's legs with only the tiniest tug on his pants.]

They could do themselves.

[Because he has standards, thank you! He turns to follow the girls out the door.]

Exactly. They don't need the help.

[A siiiiigh as she finally slips off the bed to follow family line.]

All the fun.

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