One-shots/Short Stories

BBC Sherlock (Letters series)

The Letters

Nessie,
So apparently I have a younger sister by a year. Eurus, her name is.

Not only did I find out that, but Mycroft explained how she was the one who killed Redbeard and you.

I definitely remember Redbeard, but Nessie? Who's Nessie? I don't remember a Nessie.

Why did I delete you from my mind?

-SH

***

Nessie,
I tried to find you in my mind, but it's like something is blocking my way.

A woman is.

She's quite beautiful, actually.

Dark, black, shiny hair to her waist, her green eyes piercing, form slim and fit, her lips -

What am I doing?

Anyway, she keeps stopping me from entering a room. She always looks sad, close to crying. She always says I'm not ready to enter the room, not yet.

Why is my life suddenly complicated again?

-SH

***

Nessie,
I'm gaining memories - flashes, really.

I see me young playing with Redbeard, and then there's me in my twenties with a female dog. I had another dog? Why did I get another one in my twenties?

Why is my past a mystery to me all of a sudden?

-SH

***

Sherlock couldn't believe what he heard. Redbeard wasn't a dog. He was a human. He was Victor Trevor. His best friend from childhood. His whole life had been a lie.
   "Human bones. . ." Sherlock whispered to himself. "Then. . .if he was a boy. . ."
   "Ooh, are you thinking about Nessie?" Eurus smirked. "You remember a female dog in your twenties that went by Nessie. Nessie nicknamed after a lochness monster."
   "She wasn't a dog, was she." Sherlock stated mournfully. "She was a victim like Redbeard."
   "I thought that would be the end for you after Redbeard, but no." She glared at him hatefully. "You moved on with a woman. Evelyn Ross. Or what you used to call her -"
   "Evie." Sherlock whispered. "Evie the Nessie. After her small fascination of the lochness monster."

***

Evelyn Meredith Ross,
You were born on the fourth of October, 1997, me being born on the sixth of January, 1996.

We met at University, the only person who didn't bully me because of my deductions.

You stayed by my side during those years, us falling in love and planning our future together. Getting engaged, expecting a child. . .

Unknowingly to us both Eurus has found out about me being happy by Mycroft, when he tried to help Eurus during those days. Manipulated a few men at Sherrinford and got them to stage your death as a car accident - when really, they shot at the tires of a taxi you took during a rainy day, and the rest was history.

I didn't forget her when Redbeard died. I forgot Eurus when you died.

It was the last straw for me, and that was when I became the sociopath people know now.

I was happy back then, Evie. And everything happened because of I didn't play with Eurus. Because Eurus had no one.

It's my fault you're dead now.

And I'm sorry.

-William Sherlock Scott Holmes

The End