Okay I really love and sympathise with Eurus despite the fact she's a complete and utter psychopath (perhaps because as anyone who has read my writing about the Mistress in Doctor Who will know) so had to write this~
Also I don't hate Mycroft but I feel like Eurus does.
Eurus waits in her cell. Her calculations aren't working. They haven't been since her brother helped her land the plane.
She closes her eyes and feels it rising again, up and up it goes. She can feel herself waking up and the sky is flashing past outside.
She's going at six hundred and forty two miles per hour and she isn't slowing. There's a city below her.
Everyone's asleep.
She's scared- why isn't anyone else awake?
Something rings out.
The sound is tinny- under tension.
Another- it stretches out- guilt? Sorrow? Longing.
It stops and the plane is slowing down she thinks.
The longing is played again.
It's not a ringtone. It's organic, a string instrument, a violin. This time it doesn't stop.
It goes on and on and as the sound echoes she sees her mother and father wake up. They hold her close and cry- she wonders if they know the danger they had just been in. She hugs them back, not wanting to let go.
The plane is coming down now. She can feel it slow. They disembark and Eurus can feel the ground, solid under her feet.
Her brother stands in front of her. The runway is no more. A sheet of glass separates them but still he stands, watching her, violin tucked beneath his chin.
He watches her.
Again he brings the bow across the strings.
Our parents miss you. Says the music. They want to see you.
She watches him.
I miss you. I want to bring you home.
She watches him and closes her eyes.
Eurus memorises the song- the love and longing for her from her parents and from her brother.
Both of them? She can feel something of Mycroft to the music although she can't think of why he would miss her.
We miss you. We want to bring you home. Can you hear me? It's Sherlock- your brother- I'm here Eurus.
He pauses again, looks for a reaction.
Eurus stares.
Don't worry- I'm here. I might go but I always come back. I won't forget you again.
He continues to play for her and she continues to stand, watching him play.