Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 60: Eurus

Both of their faces kill me every time

This is the part where Mycroft explains the Eurus situation to you, John and Sherlock.

Although I'm not a fan of much backstory, I have to put this in because it leads to Sherrinford. I'll try to make it interesting.

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Your POV

"Do you think it worked, then?" I asked, Sherlock sitting cross-legged in his chair with his hands folded in a prayer position in front of his mouth.

"Of course, he should be here soon." He was in full-detective mode, which meant no funny business, it always meant no funny business. This was serious, and I knew I had to have the same attitude. Though Sherlock has told me several times that I'm his heart; that I'm the one who keeps him human inside, the one who can do anything to make him smile. So I was the balance. And I had to keep it that way.

"Mycroft is extremely headstrong, if what you predict is true, that would mean he's been keeping it for several years. Obviously for a reason, do you really think he'd break it... now?" John suddenly walked into the room by the time my sentence ended. I got up from John's chair and let him sit down on it, sitting on the arm of Sherlock's chair. John smiled at me with a small green notebook.

"Yes. He'd break it because he's a clever idiot." Sherlock quick-fired as Ms. Hudson walked into the room, smiling at us. The three-impact footsteps behind her told me that Mycroft was following slowly - and regretfully - behind her.

"Hello, brother mine." Sherlock said bitterly, not shifting his current position or looking round at him. "Sit." He gestures towards 'the client chair' as we like to call it.

"I'm not a client." Mycroft snaps, his upper lip twitching upwards in annoyance.

"Then get out." Sherlock hissed, finally looking round at him with no emotion in his eyes. I gave Mycroft the same look, and with two deadly glares burning at him, he sat down in the chair.

"So what happens now? Are you going to make deductions?" Mycroft asked as soon as Ms. Hudson left, and at this moment I remembered why I didn't particularly like Mycroft in the first place. Arrogant - like Sherlock, but worse - and a cocky son of a bitch - ...also like Sherlock but that's not the point.

"You're going to tell the truth, Mycroft, pure and simple." I firmly told him, shifting my position slightly so I could face him. He turned to me with a death glare, his jaw turned to the side, luckily Sherlock came to my aid.

"So there were three of us. I know that now. You, me, and... Eurus. A sister I can't remember. Interesting name, Eurus. It's Greek, isn't it?"

"Mm. Yeah, uh, literally 'the god of the East Wind.'" John says, looking down at his little green notebook in which he was previously taking notes in; I smirked at the way he looked proud of himself.

"Yes." Mycroft whispered, looking at John with intensity.

"'The East Wind is coming, Sherlock.' You used that to scare me. You turned my sister into a ghost story."

"Memories can resurface; wounds can re-open. The roads we walk have demons beneath... and yours have been waiting for a very long time. I never bullied you. I used – at discrete intervals – potential trigger words to update myself as to your mental condition. I was looking after you." This was driving me crazy, the fact that Mycroft would do something like this to his little brother, when he was only a child. Mental Condition?