Rosanna

Chapter one

Rosanna's POV

Being a middle child is never easy. My father preferred my older brother Mycroft because they had more in common, whilst my mother fawned over little Sherlock. Until the next one was born at least. Eurus, my dear little sister. I had thought her to be dead, so I moved up to Scotland to get away from the family drama. When Eurus was born, Sherlock and I were forgotten about, for mother had a beautiful girl who would wear dresses (unlike I) and father had the intelligent Mycroft. So Sherlock and I stuck together, we played together until I was 16 and left to go to Oxford (due to my intelligence I graduated high school early). 

But now, here we are. Years later and I find out that my sister is indeed alive and had escaped the prison she was in. I stood outside two-two-one Baker Street, raising a fist to knock on the door. I knocked twice, and a small old lady opened the door. "Hello dear! Are you a client?" she asked. 

"Sort of, is he in?" I asked, already knowing Sherlock was not inside the flat but was most likely on a case with John. "No, but you are welcome to go upstairs, he won't be much longer. Said something about visiting Mycroft." She rambled. I smiled at her, "I'll just go upstairs and wait then." I headed up the stairs and into his flat, which wasn't messy, but it wasn't neat either. 

I sat in his chair and deduced things around the room to pass the time. Like I knew that this was his chair because it has elbow marks on the arms of the chair, meaning he had been in his mind palace recently and does it often which suggests he is often on a case. 

I waited for at least 2 hours, the old lady (I had learnt that her name was Mrs Hudson) brought me two cups of teas in that time. She was just bringing me a third one when Sherlock and John entered through the door. "Rosie?" I waved.

"Hi, William and Doctor Watson? Yes?" I said standing up to shake John's hand. "Just John is fine, and you are?" John said politely. "Rosanna. Sherlock's oldest, and favourite, sister." I sat back down on Sherlock's chair, which you could see he didn't like others sitting in his chair.  "We haven't seen each other since you were 18 and I was 12. Why now?" Sherlock asked still standing up whilst John sat in his chair.

"You know why." I glared up at him. "Ah yes. Our youngest sister. Eurus. We're just here to pick up something to scare Mycroft. Care to join?" Sherlock said picking up something from the table, a deerstalker. I nodded. "Yeah sure."

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Mycroft turned and looked as a shadowy figure walked past the nearby upper windows. Sherlock pushes through heavy curtains over one of the entrances to the landing, wearing his oh so stupid deerstalker. He stopped on the landing and looked across to the clown. 

"Help me, Sherlock." Mycroft pleaded. Sherlock simply let out a piercing whistle and all the lights came on. The clown looked down at Mycroft, who stared in shock as a short man walked out of a hall on the ground floor, wearing a dress and a dark wig with long ponytails.

"Experiment complete. Conclusion: I have a sister." Sherlock said. 

"This was you? All of this was you?" Mycroft spoke angrily at Sherlock. 

"Conclusion two: my sister – Eurus, apparently – has been incarcerated from an early age in a secure institution controlled by my brother." Sherlock waved cheerfully at Mycroft.
"Hey, bro!" it was just like they were younger again and being immature.
"Why would you do this ... this pantomime? Why?" Mycroft said tiredly.
"Conclusion three: you are terrified of her!" Sherlock stated.
"You have no idea what you're dealing with. None at all." Mycroft was angry with our little brothers' immaturity. John then walked out from the corridor we were hiding in and told Mycroft,
"New information: she's out" 

"Further information: I'm back bitches!" I said cheerfully walking out from the corridor. "Rosie, I thought we had agreed that the 'bitches' part wasn't necessary," Sherlock told me. "Welllll, you agreed, I ignored. Point is, Mycroft lied." I said angrily towards Mycroft. But he ignored me.

"That's not possible."

"It's more than possible. She was John's therapist." 
 "Shot me during a session," John told Mycroft.
 "Only with a tranquillizer," Sherlock added.

"Mm. We still had ten minutes to go." John stated

"Well, we'll see about a refund." Sherlock began coming down the stairs.
"Right, you two. Wiggins has got your money by the gate." He addressed to the actors we had used. The man in the child's clothes gives him a double thumbs-up and turns and scampers away. "Don't spend it all in one crack den." knowing they would only use the money on drugs and alcohol. The clown on the landing reached up and squeezed his big red nose which made a squeaking sound and then walked away. Sherlock reached the bottom of the stairs and smiled at Mycroft. "Oh, I hope we didn't spoil your enjoyment of the movie." 

"He was getting into it until he pissed himself with terror." Mycroft rolled his eyes at my statement as both Sherlock I headed for a nearby door.

"You're just leaving?" Mycroft asked, not feeling safe alone.
"Well, we're not staying here. Eurus is coming and, uh, someone's disabled all your security." Sherlock added to make Mycroft feel very unsafe. I opened the previously locked door and walked away, Sherlock following me and called out over his shoulder.
"Sleep well!" John followed us but turned when Mycroft spoke, I stopped too.
"Doctor Watson. Why would he do that to me? That was insane!"
"Uh, yes. Well, someone convinced him that you wouldn't tell the truth unless you were actually wetting yourself." In which I shouted 'True' which the two of them ignored.
"'Someone'?"
John looked away thoughtfully, licking his lips before turning back to him.
"Probably me"
"So that's it, is it? You're just going?" Mycroft questioned.
"Well, don't worry. There's a place for people like you – the desperate, the terrified, the ones with nowhere else to run." John said innocently.
"What place?" Mycroft said grimly. John frowned momentarily and then looked at him as if he's an idiot. "Two-two-one B Baker Street." Mycroft sighed
"See you in the morning. If there's a queue, join it!" John said walking away from the man in distress.
"For God's sake! This is not one of your idiot cases." Mycroft spat angrily. John lifted up a finger as if he had forgotten something.
"You might wanna close that window." He looked at Mycroft. "There is an East Wind coming." He gave Mycroft a small smile and walked away again, past me. "I'll be there in a moment." and I walked back to where Mycroft stood.

"I presume you're here too for our sister?" He asked. I nodded, "Yeah, I arrived yesterday. Eurus sent me a lovely letter." I took the letter out my coat pocket and gave it to him. It read:

To my dearest sister,

I miss you dearly. So has mummy and daddy. Sherlock does too though he won't admit it. His pet (John Watson) is his best friend. Looks like I will have to kill another one. Have you heard about Moriarty? I heard you had a history with him. Mycroft got me 5 minutes alone with him for Christmas one year. What did you get? Oh, that's right, nothing. Looks like both Holmes sisters are the forgotten ones. And did you heard that Sherlock escaped death? I would tell you more but only if you come home. I know you will find my stories interesting. Me and Moriarty had a wonderful chat about you. Now, come home if you want to know about anything else. 

Love,

Eurus

xxx

"So here I am. You lied to me Mycroft. You lied to me, mummy and papa. You lied to the whole family about Eurus' death." I spat angrily. "I did it to help Sherlock and our family-"

"Well, it was a waste of time. Now she has escaped and somehow knows about my entire life. And because you let her have a chat with Him, she probably knows my only weakness, and it's not you, or Sherlock or mother and father." I said and walked away. I had to hide my weakness before the others found out.