Sherlock was sitting in John's kitchen, again. Rosie sat on a rug next to him, playing with Barbie dolls. She looked super happy. Since that night, memories were coming back at him. Looking at Rosie, he could recall seeing Eurus playing her dolls next to the fireplace back at the estate.
'What are you playing?' he asked and sat down next to her.
'I'm playing Catch-And-Hug.' Eurus replied not looking up.
'Huh? What's that? I want to play it too.' he answered super hyped. He liked trying out new things.
'It's pretty simple, maybe even you can understand.' Sherlock rolled his eyes.
'So, this is me.'she said and lifted a doll up. 'And everyone else is over there' she pointed at the other dolls. 'My job is to find everyone' she said and put the 'Eurus' doll next to the other one.'And hug them real bad' she sad, then started to hit the 'Eurus' doll to the other one, over and over again, until the other doll's head fall of. 'Hug them, so they can't move anymore. It's really funny' she chuckled.
Sherlock felt super disturbed.
'Even you have a doll' she said pointing at a male doll.' I usually let you be the last one, so you would carve the hugs, after seeing all of your friend, like Victor, being hugged so badly. Isn't it fun?' she asked, eyes shining.
'I think you got it wrong..' Sherlock whispered to her.
'How so?'
'I don't think this is hugging…'
'Oh well. Why don't we play without dolls this time? You go hide, then I'm going to seek you out. Once I found you, you are going to be super-hugged!'
'I'm not sure…'
'C'mon Sherlock. It's going to be fun!' she chuckled. 'Now go hide… And you better hide well…' her voice changed to something serious. Sherlock stood up and ran out of the house, back at the forest, nearby the estate. He hid behind a big tree, and waited, shivering.
'Here' said John as he gave Sherlock a mug of tea. Sherlock hated this mug. He hated everything in this flat. It was nothing like his beautiful Baker Street flat. It was dull and dark and everything looked ugly in here. He really missed his flat. Mrs. Hudson said the workers estimate the time of the repair for about 5-6 months. That was like a lifetime-long waiting! Mycroft invited him to stay at his place, but no way he would live there. So of course he would live with John. He had a plus room used as a storage room, and while he was in the hospital, John cleaned the room, and moved in a sofa, so Sherlock could sleep there. When he suggested that maybe he could rent out a flat and live alone for a while, both his brother and John protested. He was in like a 24-hour watch out because of his overdose. He felt his heart ache thinking about what happened. He did tried his very best to keep out his thoughts as long as he could. Or at least the Euros memories, but they just kept coming back… He got no new message whatsoever,the unknown person may even be a prankster who heard something on the news about this whole deal, and tried to be funny. Or at least this was more believable than any of his theories right now. He can do nothing but wait it out. Just like his withdrawing of narcotics.
He could feel John's gaze at him. He tried his best to ignore it. Finally, his flatmate cleared his voice.
'So, you have anything in mind today? I don't have to work til Monday, so maybe we could all go out to the park, have a little walk, maybe even a picnic! Wouldn't that be nice, Rosie?' he smiled at his daughter.
She looked up unhappy.
'Nooooo…. Plaaaay heree." she replied.
John raised his eyebrows.
'Hey little girl. You can't just stay in the flat all day, you need some fresh air.'
Rosie just shaked his head and went back to playing.
John sighed and looked at Sherlock.
'Ahh.. Mary did it so easily. But I guess she is just as stubborn as I am, hehe.' John smiled.
'Mary was stubborn too.' Sherlock said quietly. He could feel the atmosphere getting more and more depressed.
'Yeah, right, she was…' he replied sadly.
Sherlock concentrated on his tea. He was so bored. No new cases, only cold ones, and really he had nothing to concentrate on.
He suddenly felt that someone was shaking his suit weakly.
'Hey Rosie, what's up?' he looked down smiling.
'Come.. Plaaaay!' Rosie said and grabbed his hand, pulling him.
He could hear John chuckle.
Rosie lead Sherlock at her rug and dolls and then they sat down.
Rosie grabbed a female doll and gave Sherlock a male one.
'Hiiii, Sheeerlyy' she movied her doll in her hands.
'Hi Rosie' Sherlock moved his too, smiling.
'Commme, drink teaaaa!' she yelled happily, and moved the doll away at a little table. Sherlock followed. She poured some imaginary tea in some super small play mugs, and gave one to Sherlock's doll. Sherlock pretended to enjoy all this. He loved little Rosie. But he was not a fan of this.
'Goooodd?' she asked.
'It's delicious, thank you.' he replied
'I loooveee youuu' she said and shaked the doll' Huuug meee?'
Sherlock moved his doll, and straightened it's arm out, then he moved it to Rosies doll and pretended to give her a hug. Rosie chuckled and jumped around happily.
This is such a different life.. This is so different compared to… to playing with 'her'..
Oh no he thought here we go again.
Sherlock stood behind that tree for what felt like hours. He did not dare to come out. What if he would, and Eurus would be there, waiting for him? What if she would hurt him again? Like last time…
It was so cold out here. He was only wearing a short trouser and a t-shirt. Day became night, and he wasn't sure what to do.
Maybe he won the game. Maybe she gave up after she couldn't find him. But that's impossible. She was waaaaay more smarter than him. She wouldn't just give up.. She would search him until she would find him.. He was sure.
Suddenly he felt something moving. It was more of a "slush" sound. He kept his breath back, hoping it was just some sort of animal. Like a little squirrel. Squirrels are cute.
'I that am lost, oh who will find me?'
Sherlock could felt something broke inside him. Like a candle, holding all of his hopes together. It all went away the moment he heard it. He's knees started to shake, and he bit at his arm, to help him keep quiet.
'Deep down below the old beech tree'
He could tell she was like standing only a few steps away. Should he run? Should he move away to another spot quietly? Sherlock decided to do last. He moved his legs quietly and started to move forward stealthy. He took another and another when suddenly he heard a loud 'crack' noise under his feet. Ohdamnohdamnohdamn. He shut his eyes closed and kept quiet, dared not to move. He started to count very slowly in his mind. 1….2...3...4….
He heard nothing. Maybe it was safe.
He opened his eyes. He saw nothing. But then again, he heard something from behind his back. He gulped loudly, and really really slowly, turned around.
Eurus was standing behind him, smiling.
'I found you!' she yelled.
'Hehe.. I...I guess.. you did…' his voice was shaking just as bad as his knees. He started to step backwards, slowly.
'Guess what!' she smiled
'Wha..what?
'While you were away, Daddy and Mummy was soooooooo happy. Guess how happy!'
'How happy..?' he asked. His back hit a tree behind him. He had nowhere to go.
'They were like crying out of happines They were so relivied that you are finally gone!' she laughed ' They laughed a lot, even Mycroft!' she laughed.
'Wha..What?' he tried to smile back, but it was more like a grin really.' What are you saying?'
'Can't you understaaaand?' she laughed ' They wanted you gone sooooo much.'
'You're lying!' he whispered.
'So I have an idea! Wanna hear?' she smiled.
Sherlock was so scared, he didn't reply.
'I think..' she started' I think you should die.'
Sherlock wanted to run away so badly, but his legs wouldn't move. They were just shaking. So useless!
'Don't you agree?' she asked.
'I..I..'
Eurus pulled out a scissor out of coat pocket.
'Why don't you just come a little closer?'
Sherlock's heart was beating so fast now..He felt so sick, he felt his chest exploding. He barely managed to breath.
'Oh well. Then I go there.'
'Please...Just leave me alone.' Sherlock couldn't help but cry. He wanted his Mummy, he wanted Mycroft, he wanted anyone, anyone but his sister.
'Oh don't laugh so hard Sherly.' She said as she came closer. Sherlock did not try to correct her.
She was so close now, their chest almost touched each other.
'Are you ready for your hug?' she smiled. Sherlock could no longer breath. He gasped for air, hold his chest so hard, but it did no good whatsoever. He closed his eyes, ready to die.
He could feel her sister raise her hand, he could imagine the scissor getting closer and closer to his neck.
He could feel no pain though. He opened his eyes. She pressed the scissor at his chest, strongly. If Sherlock would have taken a breath, it would have stabbed him right in the heart. He stayed perfectly still.
'You're my favourite, Sherlock. I want to see what you are capable of. I want to see everything about you. I want to see you scared, I want to see you desperate, and I want to see you weak.' Sherlock was suffocating. He can't hold it any more longer. He has to...breath….
He took the smallest breath he could take. The scissor then pressed into his chest. He could feel blood drawn out. He kept his breaths as small as possible, but he could feel the scissor stabbing at him a little over and over again. He wanted to beg her to stop, but if he would, he would make the scissor stab him harder.
'Sherlock?' suddenly he heard his brother yelling for him. 'Sherlock, where aaaare youuuu?'
Sherlock felt so much hope suddenly. His brother must be close. Maybe if he could just yell back…
'Do anything and you die.' she smiled.
'Help..' he tried to yell with as little chest movement as possible. ',Help, help help!'
Eurus looked pissed, and after a little hesitation, he moved away and let the scissor down.
Sherlock fall to the ground, shaking and crying, screaming as loud as he could, while holding his chest. He pulled up his shirt, and saw a very little hole in the middle of it, bleeding. It was not deep, but it hurt real bad. He continued crying.
'What's going on?' he heard his brother, panting. He must've run.
When Sherlock looked up from the ground, his sister already hid back the scissor at her pocket, and looked as innocent as he could.
'We were just playing.' she smiled. 'Right, Shelly?' and with that, she started to walk away.
Mycroft ran to him.
'Sherlock you alright? 'Sherlock?'
'Sherlock, you alright? What's going on? Hey, Sherlock!' John's voice brought him back. He was laying at the floor, holding his chest. John was on his knees staring at his face.
Sherlock sat up.
'I'm…' he wasn't sure what to stay. He noticed Rosie hiding a chair. Shit. Did he just passed out while playing with her?
'Sherlock what..'
'I'm sorry… I'm really sorry.'
He stood up, shaking, and started to head into his room.
'Sherlock wait, let's talk.'
'No..'
He got into his room, and locked his door behind him. He slipped down to the ground,and started to cry, as quiet as possible.
