Even if Sullivan thought no one was really waiting for her in Small Heath, when she opened her front door and found Polly sitting on her couch, arms crossed on her chest, she wasn't that surprised.

"I can explain," the blonde assured, holding the wooden box on her chest.

"I'm sure you can," Polly answered, her tone calm, which made her more nervous than if she had screamed at her.

Sullivan pushed the door closed with her foot, letting the box rest on the table. "What was I supposed to do?" she sincerely asked, connecting eyes with Polly. "Let him go alone, traveling by himself?"

"Or maybe you could've stopped him from bloody go?" Polly proposed, raising an eyebrow.

Sullivan raised her hands in the air, slamming them against the table. "It's not the way it works and you know that," she disagreed. "He's too stubborn to even listen to me, and I'd better know you worried because we're both traveling alive than knowing him dead in a corner."

Knowing the blonde had a point, Polly stood up, stepping towards her and hugging her tightly. "Thanks," she muttered, lifting to the blonde next to her. Sullivan nodded before Polly was looking down at the box on the table. "What's that?"

"This is the second reason why I went with Tom in London," Sully revealed, grabbing the box and walking to the couch, where she sat down, opening the table on the coffee table. "The letter you received at the shop, it was my brother. Carlisle. Said he was in London and wanted to meet me. We did. He's coming to live with me and gave me that."

Polly smiled kindly, approaching the blonde when the front door went open, revealing Tommy and Arthur stepping in Sullivan's room. The blonde smiled when Arthur rushed towards her, putting her in his arms roughly, not caring she had to stand up and keep her balance at the same time. "You do this again and I'll kill you," he muttered in her hair while she chuckled, hugging him back.

"I promise I won't, so not gonna need that," she replied, which made the eldest Shelby laugh. They broke apart, Sullivan finding her seat back on the couch as she put the box on her laps, looking through it carefully.

It was full of family pictures, notes, some books and a necklace she used to wear when she was younger. Polly and Tommy sat at each side of her, both of them staying silent after they had answered Arthur when he had asked what was that. Sully exited a picture where she was posing next to her brothers, her parents probably ordering them to stay still. Polly snorted when she caught sight of Sullivan's younger self.

"What?" the blonde demanded, smiling at the picture. "I was cute."

She showed the picture to Tommy, whom of which rolled his eyes, grabbing the picture to take a better look. "I was wondering what could've happened to such a pretty girl to shift into you," Polly joked. Sullivan rolled her eyes, taking another picture in her hands and looking at it.

Polly's hand sneaked into the box, catching the silvery necklace, admiring the fines details. It was a cross, a Christian cross, decorated by lines and strange patterns, all built so beautifully she instantly understood why Sully would keep it.

"I didn't know you were a believer," Polly spoke, showing Sully's jewelry when the blonde shot her a confused look.

She took the necklace from Polly's hands, looking down at it carefully, trying to remember how she had gotten it, then thought about her parents' beliefs. "It was my grandmother's," she explained weakly, giving it back to Polly. "Would you mind?" she asked, clearing her neck from her hair and facing Tommy, so Polly wouldn't struggle to secure it around her neck.

Once it was done, she let Tommy's hand grab softly, watching it attentively. They spent the rest of the afternoon emptying the box and joking around at Sully's young face. She felt her chest tighten often, remembering some moments she had spent with her family, when she had seen this or this picture. Remembering each of Samual's features, her Dad's manner to always think about everything like it was the last time they would do something together. He was right to do it though. She ruined all her family when she ran away, leaving them behind her without thinking about it.

As Polly made another joke about Sullivan's childhood pictures, laughing around with Arthur, Sullivan lifted to Tommy's face, her cheek leaning on his shoulder. They connected eyes; she could swear that, inside of her, something broke and warmed up at the same time. She had built something here, even if she had left a big part of her at the other end of the world. She had found a family, a family she had learned to build, she had learned to know. A family she had learned to love.

Maybe you're not choosing your natural family, though sometimes life gave you the chance to choose another family. Sullivan had taken hers.

Two days after, Sully was hanging in Tommy's office, asking him something about a paper she had received when his phone rang on the desk. He picked it up quickly, his mood seeming to darken slightly.

"It's for you," he only said when she raised a confused eyebrow.

Sullivan walked quickly to the desk, staying by Tommy's side as she grabbed the phone from him, his hands resting on her hip. "Who's asking?" she demanded awkwardly.

"It's your brother, dumbass," Carl's voice spoke through the phone, his voice tensed. "I'm calling from, uh, I think the man's name is Charlie, maybe you know him?"

Sullivan chuckled, sitting on Tommy's lap so the phone won't slip from her grasp. "Great, you met Charlie!" she exclaimed, looking at her manicured nails before speaking again. "I hope he's nice to you."

"Yeah, very," Carlisle mumbled. "Can you please come get me?" The blonde sighed, taking her eyes off her hands to catch Tommy's watch, reading the hour on it.

"Fine," she then agreed, "I'll be here as soon as possible. Don't move, and don't bother Charlie nor Curly." Sullivan hung up, standing up, mimicked by Tommy shortly after. "Do I bring him here?" she demanded, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Tommy seemed to hesitate, then leaned forward to kiss her softly. "Sounds fun," he affirmed, kissing her again before she was taking his coat, smiling when he scoffed about it.

Sullivan left his office, her legs moving confidently as she stepped outside, mentally thinking Tommy's coat. She rushed through the streets, greeting some people who recognized her in town or returning smiles until she reached for the canal, the coat she was wearing floating around her legs. Sully waved at an excited Curly, whom of which was whistling towards Charlie. The man turned to her, smiling slightly before pointing her brother, who was sitting on a box in the yard.

"Carl!" she called, marching towards the group of men. The blonde male lifted, his eyes thanking God for her arrival, as Sullivan looked to Charlie. "He didn't bother, I hope," she asked, watching as he only shook his head.

"I didn't know you had a brother though," Charlie affirmed in a low voice, which made the blonde sigh.

"Nobody did," she replied quickly before hugging Carl, breaking their embrace quickly so they wouldn't spend too much time at Charlie's yard. Not that she didn't like it, but she had work to do.

"You sure you're going home by yourselves?" Charlie asked as they started to walk away, waving goodbye to the men. "Curly can walk with you."

"Don't worry!" Sullivan exclaimed before they turned to a corner, the men disappearing behind it. She turned to her brother, watching him carrying the bag he had as a belonging. "You don't have very much belongings," the blonde spoke softly, waving to a woman in the street.

"Yeah, I didn't have many things anyway," Carlisle explained vaguely, watching a man tipping his hat towards his sister. "What's wrong with you and the people around?" he asked, raising his voice in frustration.

Sullivan chuckled, elbowing her brother playfully. "You should've known if you'd ask for Thomas Shelby around, eh," she responded, looking up at her brother's face. "Okay, I have work to do, so instead of going home right now, I'll introduce you to the boys at the shop, and I'll have to go back to work, sorry 'bout that," she explained, turning into a street.

"What shop? I thought you were working at a pub," Carl confusedly asked, watching down at her.

"Shit happened," Sullivan replied, cutting off this conversation. "I'll told you later, okay? I swear I will. For now, let's just forget about that, please," she demanded, stopping in front of double doors.

"Is this the shop you're speaking about?" Carlisle asked rhetorically, reading the shop's name out loud. "A betting shop," he then spoke, only reading the door again.

Sullivan sighed, glaring at the male while she opened the door for him. "After you," she pressed, pushing his back so he was the first to step in. She was expecting to hear John's voice asking about the newcomer, but instead found him sitting behind a desk quietly, only lifting his eyes to them when she stopped in front of the desk.

"Who's that?" he asked, blowing some smoke, his voice tensed.

"My brother," she answered quickly, motioning for him behind her. "What's happening here?"

John finally locked his eyes with her, smiling slightly. "Nothing, just worrying about Arthur is all," he answered, his tone suggesting her not to ask. "What's your name, lad?" the Shelby brother then asked, his eyes focused on Carlisle.

"Carlisle, but it's Carl," the blonde responded politely.

John finally stood up, shoving one of his hand in his pocket, the other one outstretched to shake Carl's. "I'm John Shelby, but it's John," he introduced, shaking their hands. Sullivan scoffed, shifting towards Tommy's office.

"Alright, just hold on a second," she ordered while her brother was already starting a conversation with John, the latest explaining what he was doing here, quickly showing him.

Sullivan walked to Tommy's office, pushing the glass door and closing it behind her, leaning against it. She locked eyes with the dark-haired man, whom of which raised an eyebrow at her. "Where's your brother?"

Sullivan shifted to his desk, taking off Tommy's coat and leaving it on a back of a chair, pressing her palms against the wooden desk. "With John," she answered truthfully, looking down to her man.

"And I'm not allowed to say hello, eh?" he replied, standing up, and this time she had to straighten up to look him in the eyes.

"You idiot," she chuckled, pressing her hand on his chest.

"Are you coming with us bring Polly to her birthday present?" he demanded, one of his hand ghosting her cheekbone.

"As much as I'd love to, I have work to do," she answered sadly, pouting a little. "I swear I'm quitting this job as soon as the Garrison reopened, that's for sure."

Tommy frowned, ocean eyes gazing into her greenish ones. "Who am I going to hire then?" he exclaimed, and she took off her hand from his chest, putting in front of her mouth, as if she was smothering her voice.

"I heard Lizzie Stark's searching for a job," Sullivan shushed, smiling as she moved her hand away from her mouth, "I mean, a vertical one."

Thomas scoffed, leaning forward to kiss her lips, before he was smiling against them, speaking softly. "She'll be better here than in the streets anyway," he affirmed.

Sullivan returned the smile, liking the feeling of their smiles against each other, "she doesn't need the streets anymore." Thomas laughed, kissing her again before she was pulling back, almost opening the door when he pushed it closed once again.

"Just one more thing," he told, his eyes scanning her features. "I found one of Polly's children," he then announced, leaving the blonde in shock.

"Where's he living?" she asked, smiling brightly.

"Not very far from here," he responded. "I'm going tomorrow," Tommy added.

Sullivan clasped her hands together, her smile growing bigger. "That's great news!" she exclaimed, watching him adoringly. "Again, I can't go with you, I let a ton of work to do, thanks to your joyride to London. Plus, I need to get my brother settle, find him a job and everything."

Thomas nodded, sighing slightly. "What would he do without you?" he rhetorically asked, which made her laugh a little. His thumb caressed her cheek, "he can work here, y'know. There are vacant positions," he offered.

The blonde pursed her lips, thinking about it for a second. "I don't know, Tom," she whispered, "I don't want him getting in trouble. I'll offer him though, I have to tell him about the Peaky thing anyway. He didn't ask for you," she explained at Tommy's raised eyebrow.

"Even asking for you is like asking for a Blinder," Tom scoffed, opening the door quickly. "After you," he murmured as she stepped back into the shop, stopping next to John. Sullivan watched Tommy walking calmly, one of his hand escaping his pocket to shake Carl's.

"Welcome to Birmingham," Tommy wished as a greeting, which Carl answered with a nod and a slight smile, too intimidated to answer properly.

"When are you leaving?" the blonde asked John, lifting her head to meet his eyes.

The Shelby boy sighed, rolling his eyes to the girl. "I don't fucking know, in an hour maybe?"

"Watch it," she ordered, smacking his arm. John scoffed, slapping her shoulder in return.

The blonde turned back to her brother, smiling slightly to him. "I don't know what you can do here, to be honest, I have work. Do you mind staying with John? Once they'll leave they'll close the shop, so we can hang out."

"Sounds good to me," Carlisle affirmed, nodding in his sister's direction. Sullivan clasped her hands, following Tommy to get back to the work she had left.

Sullivan spent her time reading papers and opening some letters, sometimes asking something to Thomas or glancing at her brother in the shop. Carlisle was either laughing alongside John or watching him work, taking sight of the bets.

"Maybe I won't have to explain to him how we're working after all," she mumbled when she gazed at him once more, returning quickly to the paper she was reading, running a hand through her hair.

Tommy cleared his throat from his desk. She gestured for him to speak his mind. "You'll do it anyway, right?" he asked. She hummed as an answer, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, writing something quickly on another sheet. She saw him standing up from the corner of her eye, slipping his coat on. "We're leaving," Tommy informed, stepping to her desk, his hands covering her work.

"Please, tell Pol I'm sorry for not coming," she required, pursing her lips together.

Tommy nodded, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. "Don't stay here too late, and don't forget -"

"To close the office," they ended together, the blonde laughing quietly. "Yeah, I already know."

Thomas chuckled, straightening up as she stood up, walking beside him to wave at her brother. "Have fun, guys!" Sullivan exclaimed as the boys walking through the doors and closing them. "Come here, brotha," the blonde then spoke, motioning for Carl to follow her.

Once they had stepped back into Tommy's office, she turned towards him, sitting behind her man's desk. Carlisle looked around him, the richly decorated office surprising him as he sat ahead of her. "This place rocks," he commented, his eyes connecting with his sister's. "Though your boyfriend's freaking me out," he then added.

Sullivan laughed, grabbing a lonely cigarette on Tommy's desk. She smiled when she thought he had probably forgot it before leaving, and lighted it up quickly, blowing the smoke in front of her. "He does that sometimes," she agreed, making her brother smile. "There's something we need to talk about."

"As long as it doesn't concern your man, it's fine with me," he answered, raising an eyebrow at her.

When he was doing this, she could notice the light scar he was wearing between his eyebrows. Sullivan remembered her brother playing around a river, making their mother yell at him before he slipped, falling on a rock. He had bled for almost one hour, and learned that play around rocks wasn't a good idea.

She cleared a throat, pushing the memory out of her mind before taking another drag of her cigarette, fiddling her fingers. "I'm glad you're enjoying John, and I'm sure you'll like Tommy one day," she began, looking at her cigarette, "but you must know that we're part of, yeah, basically, we're gang members."

Carl didn't seem that surprised, though. "I was expecting something like that," he revealed, running his hand through his hair. "I mean, who's working on a betting shop with a safety box in the corner? We grew up with Richard fucking Miller," he reminded.

Sullivan shrugged, crashing her cigarette in a nearby ashtray. "Fair enough," she replied. "Tommy'll probably offer you a job, if I don't find one for you before he asks you, and this is your choice to make."

"What choice?" Carl innocently asked.

"Well, if he asks you to be a part of the Peaky Blinders, you'll choose for yourself, though I don't want it for you," she explained, crossing her arms on her chest.

"I wouldn't have wanted it for you either," Carl spoke, grabbing his younger sister's hand, squeezing it gently. "But you're a part of this world. If he asks me, I'll say yes, to keep an eye on you before all."

She squeezed his hand back, winking at him. "Maybe he won't ask you, ever. Most likely," she added, pouting.

Carlisle laughed, shrugging his shoulders. Maybe her natural family wasn't that bad after all. Maybe it was her opportunity to recreate links with her brother. Sullivan was ready to take that chance.