A/N: Hey guys. I'm not quite done crying after that last episode but I think I'm getting closer, so progress. The Final Problem really struck home with me somehow. MAJOR SPOILERS! I WARNED YOU!

Since Euros had been placed back into holding at Sherrinford, Sherlock had gone to visit her every week. They never spoke. Euros hadn't said a word since she'd been arrested at her old family home, since she sat huddled on the floor of her old bedroom, since she told Sherlock she was all alone in the sky.

All alone in the night sky, always about to crash. Always.

She never spoke but eventually she did join him in his songs. The first four or so visits she just sat there, listening to the melancholy sounds of her big brother's violin. Bit by bit the music blew away some of the darkness and Euros remembered that she could stand up, that she could pick up her own violin, and that she had the will to send her own music around and around her prison.

They played duets, week after week. Euros still didn't speak but eventually she did smile when a song was particularly lovely.

Sherlock didn't care that she didn't talk. In a lot of ways, he was glad she didn't. He was worried if she talked he'd remember all too well who killed his best friend, who shot the general and his wife, who poisoned so many people, ruined so many lives.

Silence was easier. Sherlock had always been better with silence. In the silence, there was space for thought. So, Sherlock didn't talk, he just thought and while he though he filled a sliver of the silence with music.

With the music that his sister had taught him to play.

If there was music, Sherlock could remember that yes, this woman was a murderer, yes, she ruined lives, yes, she took so much from him…but she took because she never had.

Euros, despite her parents and two siblings, had grown up alone and isolated. Every time she shut her eyes she was in a plane, and she knew that it was going to crash right down onto her home.

Euros had looked for a radio and found none, she'd tried to make a phone call but no one would stay on the line, and so she always came crashing down alone.

That's why Sherlock loved the violin so much, after all.

Because sometimes you are alone on a plane.

And sometimes no one will pick up the phone.

Sometimes tears fill your eyes as you realize how alone you are, and how you're going to crash and no one even knows because there just isn't anyone on the phone.

But sometimes music makes you feel like someone is listening to your cry of help.

You hear the notes and hope strikes you because someone must be hearing you and if someone is hearing you then they know what you're going through, they know what's happening, and they can help you.

That's why Sherlock played the violin. Because no one picked up his phone call when he needed it the most and he crashed and burned until almost nothing was left, and then his violin reached him and slowly put the pieces back together.

Euros was in pieces.

But Sherlock heard her cry for help.

He picked up the phone.

And he could put his sister back together.