Sherlock Oneshots (Euriarty, MorMor, Severich)

Sherlock's Death- Euriarty

A/N: This was part of a fanfic I wrote a long time ago where Sherlock died on a case (it's really complicated). This is about Eurus after she and Jim found out about Sherlock dying. Have fun. Or don't. You do you.

-Leah

Jim struggled to close the door behind him with his hands full of groceries. When he finally succeeded, he set them on the small kitchen counter. That's when he heard a small sniffling noise coming from the other room.

Jim walked from the room in the suite that doubled as a living room and kitchen into the bedroom, leaving the groceries behind. He opened the door cautiously, his brain spinning as to what he would see inside.

Eurus sat on the bed, her arms around her knees and her head down. Her shoulders shook with the force of her quiet sobs.

Jim walked quickly over to her, wondering what he should say. He sat on the edge of the bed, beside her.

"What's wrong?" he asked, putting an arm around her shoulders.

"Nothing," Eurus said firmly, as if it would get him to leave her alone.

Jim knew she was lying, but he didn't want to make her talk. Instead, he moved over to the other side of her so he had more room. He put his arms around her, enclosing her head and knees. Eurus didn't react. Jim felt her shaky breaths varying in shakiness. He stroked her hair, his mind racing as to what could be wrong.

Eurus moved. Jim moved away, but she leaned into him. She put her face in his chest and put her arms around him. She fell into him, pushing him down into their bed. Her gravity kept him down. Jim put his arms around her again.

Eurus cried into Jim's shirt, clearly not holding back anymore.
Jim had never seen this level of dependence before. It convinced him that he wasn't the problem.

"Jim," Eurus started, her voice thick with tears.

"Yeah?" Jim asked.

"I'm sorry," she apologized.

"For what?" Jim asked.

"For being like this," Eurus answered.

"You have a right to be sad," Jim comforted.

"Do you think that Sherlock's death was my fault?" Eurus asked.

"It's your fault he's stayed alive so long," Jim answered. "Eurus, he had to die eventually. He went running after death instead of running away."

"But I should've been looking out for him," Eurus protested. "Instead, I'm here having sex with his enemy."

"If anything, it's my fault," Jim assured her. "I've put him in harm's way over and over again. And I'm the one who got you out when Sherlock needed you. I've distracted you."

"But it's not your fault," Eurus protested.

"It's no one's fault," Jim said. "Technically, Stewart killed him. But if Sherlock hadn't killed Magnussen, Stewart wouldn't have been angry. If Magnussen hadn't threatened Sherlock, he wouldn't have died. If John and Sherlock wouldn't have ever been friends, Magnussen wouldn't have threatened them. If Mike Stanford had never introduced them, they would've have been friends. If John wasn't shot in Afghanistan, Stanford wouldn't have introduced them. So it's whoever shot John's fault that Sherlock died."

"That doesn't make sense."

"Exactly," Jim said, rubbing her back.

"Sherlock was my last family, that's all," Eurus said. "I miss hearing him play violin."

"If I learn the violin, will it make you happy?" Jim asked.

"He just had an amazing way of playing," Eurus said. "You wouldn't be able to copy it."

"Good, because I'm more of a cello person," Jim joked.

He felt a smile in the air, but Eurus didn't show it.

"I probably missed his funeral," Eurus regretted.

"We can visit his grave if you want," Jim offered.

"I'm a government secret," Eurus said. "I shouldn't go out in public."

"At least you didn't very famously die and then resurrect yourself twice," Jim said.

"Actually, I have," Eurus said, her smile obvious.

"Feeling better?" Jim asked.

Eurus nodded.
"But can you keep holding me?" she asked.

"Yeah," he answered.

Eurus moved farther over him, moving her arms up. She took a deep breath in.

"Thanks," she said honestly.

"No problem," Jim replied, rubbing her back again.

Eurus lifted her face out of his chest and looked up at him. Jim lost his breath over how intelligent they were all over again.

"I love you," Eurus said.

"Love you too," Jim replied.

Eurus put her head down again.

"Is it just me," she started, "or is it a bit late?"

"Is it?" Jim asked, smiling at her flirting.

"I think I forgot whether you have a six pack or not," Eurus said, a smile in her voice.

"You might be disappointed," Jim laughed.

"I won't be anyways," Eurus assured him.

"You're so adorable," Jim laughed.

"You're one to talk," Eurus replied.

Jim smiled again.
Eurus breathed in again, her breathing much steadier than before.

"Eurus," Jim said. "Before something happens, I want to tell you something."

"Yeah?"

"This is all I've ever wanted, and this just feels perfect," Jim said.

"My tears on your shirt feel perfect?" Eurus asked.

"I'm just glad that I could be with you,"  Jim said. "This is the least bored I've been in my life."

"Me too, since I've lived in a cell all my life," Eurus agreed.

"So let's try not to screw anything up, okay?" Jim said.

"Okay," Eurus agreed. "Sounds like a good plan."

She moved farther up, towards Jim's head.

"I know it sounds like I don't care, but I really do," Eurus said, right above him now. "And I think you're really cute when you get emotional."

She kissed him, holding his neck. Jim kissed her back, his arms moving to hold her waist.

Jim knew that what he said was true. This was perfect.