Sherlock Oneshots (Euriarty, MorMor, Severich)

Dreams- Euriarty

Eurus laid awake, staring at the wall of her hotel room. She'd had that dream again. The one where Sherlock died and she couldn't do anything to help.

It had been worse this time. Sherlock had been poisoned. He had foamed at the mouth and coughed up blood, spasming with every cough, until finally, he lay still after what must have been millions of painful-to-watch jerks and twitches.

And there Eurus stood, locked behind glass, unable to do anything besides scream for him.

Jim's body heat made her feel more comfortable where she laid. Eurus had fallen asleep with him holding her. His arms were still around her waist. Her arms fell loosely around his shoulders.

She moved closer, holding him tighter to herself.

Jim's long eyelashes fluttered open. Eurus found herself inches away from those beautiful, deep brown eyes, staring right back into them.

"Couldn't sleep?" Jim asked.

Eurus nodded.
Jim adjusted his hold on her waist, pulling her closer. Eurus's forehead touched his.

"Bad dream?" Jim asked.

"Um-hm," Eurus said.

"I'm here," Jim said quietly. "Nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you."

Eurus longed to let him sing her to sleep, but she didn't want to look too vulnerable.

"Stop flirting," Eurus laughed, smiling. "You don't need to recite lyrics to get me excited."

"Aw," Jim whispered. "You're so adorable."

"You're one to talk," Eurus laughed, continuing to look into his eyes.

Jim pulled her closer still. The tip of his nose grazed her cheek.

"Oops," Jim said, a smile flitting onto his face.

"You flirt," Eurus teased.

"If you think this is flirting," Jim began, his eyes twinkling, "just wait a few seconds."

Jim let his eyes close. Eurus followed his lead. Jim pulled her closer. Eurus pulled him closer.

Eurus woke up.

Her arms were not wrapped around James Moriarty. They were wrapped around around her knees. Her back was leaning against the cold wall behind her. The tips of her white flats were slipping over the edge of her bed.

"Eurus."

Eurus looked over her knees at her visitor. Mycroft stood there, his hands tucked in his suit pockets.

"I was wondering if you wanted to talk," Mycroft said. "Or are you not in the mood?"

Eurus gave him a hard look.

"Bad dream, I'm assuming," Mycroft stated.

Eurus didn't confirm anything.

"There's my affirmative," Mycroft said, smiling at his own brilliance.

He pulled up a chair.

"I'm not leaving until you talk," Mycroft said stubbornly, sitting down neatly.

Eurus sighed. She truly hated her futile existence.

~

Jim's exhaustion began to manifest itself clearly after two in the morning. As much as he tried to stay awake longer, he couldn't anymore. He leaned his head against the cold, unyielding cell wall and closed his eyes, thinking that he'd only sleep for about eight hours.

~

Jim woke with a start, immediately worrying that he had slept for too long. He sat up straight, his back parting ways with a couch he couldn't really feel and took his crossed feet off of an ottoman.

He was wearing a dark blue suit and gray tie, even though he didn't remember ever changing his clothes or leaving his cell.

He stood up and walked upstairs, his black, polished dress shoes not making any noise on the carpeted stairs. He ran one hand along the railing, barely feeling it.

A door popped out of the darkness in front of him. Jim didn't get the sense that there was a hallway which the door belonged to, or that it was right at the top of the stairs. It just seemed to exist.

Jim's hand closed on the doorknob without him reaching out. The door seemed to open without him putting any effort into opening it.

Inside the room beyond were several things that either Jim couldn't see or just didn't pay attention to. They didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was what was right across from him.

A queen-sized bed with a tempting mattress stood in the center of the room, as if everything in the room revolved around it.

On the side farthest away from Jim, someone's back was to him, her long, curly hair splayed across the pillow underneath her head. Eurus.

Jim wasn't surprised to see her, but something in the back of his mind said that something wasn't right about this setup. Eurus shouldn't be there. Jim shouldn't be there. And yet, he moved toward her anyway.

Jim got into the bed on the side that Eurus wasn't on, even though he was still wearing his suit and shoes.

Jim stared at the ceiling for a few long moments, trying and failing to get comfortable. He looked at Eurus again. She hadn't moved.

Jim wrapped his arms around her, her hair brushing his face.

She immediately moved.

"I have to sleep sometime," she said, her voice fatigued.

"Sorry I woke you up," Jim apologized.

"It was worth it to hear your voice," Eurus assured him.

"Eurus," Jim began.

"You don't need to say anything," Eurus interrupted.

Jim woke up suddenly. He looked up to see what had woken him. His cell mate stood above him, looking concerned.

"You were talking in your sleep," he said. "You just kept saying 'Eurus'. What was that?"

"Something from my dream," Jim lied, giving him a condescending look.

Jim turned away from his cell mate, thinking about Eurus Holmes.
He'd see her again. He knew he would.