Eurus Holmes Oneshots

A Gift For A Begining

There was never not a rush of adrenaline that coursed through my veins when I had stepped off after Sherlock. The ground reacting to the soft pelt of footsteps that trailed off through the usual gusty winds and into the large penitentiary.

Sherrinford.

There was a distinctive echo about the small group that had now diminished to only Sherlock, myself and Mycroft. The guards and pilot had dispersed throughout the walk to the cell. It was soon another handful of twists and turns that would finally lead us down that lustrous corridor with an identical, almost hidden, doorway. With Mycroft taking the lead ahead, as per usual, the door let off a series of metallic clicks and clangs until the final lock had ticked over. I felt the buzz of excitement rush over me as Sherlock now lead Mycroft and myself in as a shield. I tried peeking over Sherlock's shoulder before he came to an abrupt stop. I let out a squeak as Sherlock chuckled under his breath while I could feel Mycroft's disapproving eye roll. I stepped out from behind Sherlock to his right while Mycroft occupied the other.

"Apologies for the delay. Someone was running late, and it wasn't Sherlock this time." Mycroft said, sticking his nose upwards while glancing at me. I stuck my tongue at him while Sherlock cleared his throat in an attempt to mask his humour.

"Mycroft, don't tease my pets." Eurus spoke calmly, as she was seated in her usual ivory attire. He grunted in response before shuffling to a seat on the side.

"I'd love for you to see my gift." I spoke as she rose from her seat, taking her violin in hand before turning to Sherlock and I. She looked Sherlock over before locking eyes with me and giving me a small, reassuring nod that she would. I smiled giddily as I seated myself next to Mycroft.

With the rests at the ready, they had started to complement each other. Sherlock had begun with long, smooth strokes, his tips lingering through the notes on the board. Subtly, Eurus had entered with short, higher pitched notes before slowing down her strokes to a medium where her and Sherlock's notes began to bounce off each other and react like sugar to hot water. A solution of sweet music that still kept you on edge. A thrill that surged through you was their music.

With Eurus holding the final note, their pieces had come to an end. I could never really hold the effect of their endings well. It had always seemed unfinished for some reason. Sherlock had started packing his violin in his case when Mycroft strode towards his brother. I looked over at the two when Sherlock nodded. I got up from my seat and walked over to the rotating compartment on the far side of her cell. I gingerly placed the tall gift bag in before it was enclosed and rotated to her. As she eyed it carefully, I had already made my way towards the Holmes Boys. She took my bag with force and pulled the sides apart, gawking inside. There was a sudden rush, fearing her rejection, that had washed over my shoulders before I had realised it was Mycroft's hand pulling me towards the exit.

"Give me 5 minutes with my sweet." Eurus spoke sweetly, yet commandingly. I turned to both brothers, seeing Sherlock turn his back and walk out while Mycroft stood flickering his eyes from Eurus to me, then back again. Reluctant to leave, he managed to peel himself away and turn his back. The metal closed, but did not click. I gazed over at Eurus, who had her eyes on the corners of the room that held her cell within. She turned her head to me, her vacant facials slowly forming a smile of some sort.

"Your gift, my sweet, what is the meaning of this sentiment?" Her voice breaking through the silence as she placed it down on the table, not daring to lose eye contact. I felt nerves clump in my throat as I tried to tame them.

"I just wanted to give you something that would brighten up your days." I replied, burying the nerves away. "You seemed a little pale lately."

"Don't I always." Her smile became more evident and wore away from the question of whether or not it was genuine appreciation or a masterful scheme. It was all in the eyes. A sparkle shone through her eyes and subtly burst around the room. I mirrored her smile subconsciously, taking in the details of her as she did the same towards me. She started to step closer and before I knew it, she was mere centimetres from the glass.

"Come closer." Her voice like silk, pleasing to hear but it came at a price. A price of a possible no return that saw her beckoning me to the limit. "Closer." She whispered. "You know I can't." I replied. "3 feet, Eurus."

There was a feeling of sadness that had washed over my face, becoming visible to her, who, was still withholding her smile even though I could see her form slightly falter in disappointment. I sighed longingly, looking away from her before turning to leave.

"Perhaps another time then?" Her voice echoed throughout the room, making me halt before the door, looking back at her. "I'd like that." I smiled, watching in my peripheral vision as she mirrored me. "Besides, I think I'll need help with my gift." She said in a slightly seductive tone. I blushed and turned away to the door. "Flowers don't do those sorts of things, Eurus." I retorted, having the door in hand, looking back at her for the last time today. "Doesn't mean that we can't try." Her smirk was embedded in my thoughts before I left her with a blushy smile.