Sherlock smiled as he stepped into his mother's arms.
"I missed you too, mum."
"Oh, William what are you doing here?"
"This is where I have to be. Where's Dad? Mycroft?"
Violet Homes smiled tensely "Mycroft flew them up to Glasgow to watch rugby."
Sherlock's eyes widened, "Myke hates rugby."
Violet laughed, "So does your father."
"What?"
"He hates rugby always has. Oh, he only went to watch those weekly games when you were younger with you because he was trying to widen you boys circle of strengths. However, as you know none of you boys are athletes."
"I can rugby."
"Sure, you can Will."
Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "Sarcasm is not nice. Isn't that what you usually tell me?"
"Oh, pish posh, Will."
"Pish… Posh? Hmm alright. So why would dad agree to go to a rugby game if he hates it."
"He was so happy to see Mykie trying to make an effort, so he went along with it."
"You haven't forgiven him?"
"Of course, we have. He's our son and we always love him. All three of you."
"Does Mycroft know that?"
"If he's half as smart as he is always proclaiming to be then yes."
Sherlock smirked, "So, no then."
"Let's not talk about your brother when there is something clearly bothering you."
"How can you tell?"
"I can read people too you know. Maybe not in the same way as you and your siblings, but I can see you."
"I have this friend. Molly Hooper. She has always been there for me through everything, and I never really saw her. I mean I saw her. I knew she was there and that she was important, but I never- I took her for granted. I constantly used her feelings for me to my benefit. I was selfish."
"Oh, William what have you done now."
"I told her I loved her."
"That's lovely Will."
"No, it isn't because I'm not sure I meant it. Euros forced the words out of me! Euros said she would kill Molly if I didn't get her to say those words to me and the only way for me to do that was to say them first."
"Oh dear."
"Molly wants nothing to do with me. She says she still loves me, but needs space."
"And what do you want?"
"I want things to go back to normal. I miss her, mum. She helped save me, she gave me a place to stay, an ear both metaphorically and literally, when I needed it. Provided comfort."
"You love her," Mrs. Holmes states knowingly.
"How can you know that?"
"I've been in love long enough to recognize it in my son's voice."
"Have I ever been in love before?'
Violet smile, "Come let's go make dinner for your father and brother and I'll remind you of your first crush."
"Preposterous!"
"We'll see."
Mycroft didn't bother to keep a smile on his face as they left the field heading towards the parking lot where one of his town cars was waiting to take them to the airfield. He hated the sport and spend the majority of the time trying not to look as miserable as he felt.
"That was the absolute bloody worst, wasn't it."
Mycroft turned to his father and restrained himself from spluttering, "What? Glasgow won 35 to 22."
"Ah so that was the score. I forgot my glasses. I didn't think you were paying attention and were off in your mind office."
Mycroft did lose his composure this time as he added up all the signs, "You hate rugby- Why didn't you tell me?"
"It seemed like a good idea at the time and now we have something to talk about."
Mycroft nodded, "Thank you."
"We love you, Mykie no matter what, but you hurt us son. You kept your sister away from us. We missed out on so many moments and you never tried to help her you just locked her up."
"Uncle Rudy- "
"Damn the bastard he messed with our family and he dragged you into it."
The two men got in the car and Mycroft told the driver to take the scenic route to the airport.
"I didn't think any of this would happen. I knew that there would be repercussions if you all found out I just never thought it would cause all this."
"We will get through it for the better."
Violet laughed as her son spluttered, "It's true! Oh, that poor girl."
"I don't. Why can't I remember?"
"You're brain probably deleted it."
"Hmm… most likely. You don't think it did any lasting damage?"
"No sweetie I'm sure her mother managed to get the gum right out without having to cut it off. And even if not I'm sure the hair grew back."
"I don't even like gum… Nicotine gum?"
"It better not have been! You were only eight Sherlock!"
"I started at…" Sherlock trailed off, "Forget that."
"William Sherlock- "
"I said forget it."
Violet shook her head, "Those things will kill you. You three think I don't know but I do. Nasty habit."
"Well, I'm glad that phase went away after that."
"Not quite."
"What do you mean not quite?"
"Well I never was sure but you did make very fast friends with that boy Cal when you went back to school. Then there was Elizabeth. Mycroft was sure there was something there?"
"Ah yes Elizabeth Hardy she was rather brilliant, met her at boarding school in London at 16? Just a friend nothing more… Now who is Cal?"
"Don't pretend you don't remember. He was good at reading people too. Not to the extent of you and Myke, but apparently he had a good sense to always tell who was lying, not exactly why though."
"And I liked him?"
"Well, I'm not sure in what way, but you certainly did care about him. He was one of your friends after… after Victor."
Sherlock paused, "And you were okay with that?"
"Sherlock you are my son and I love you. I can't say I would have been entirely too shocked."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Sherlock you were always a special child."
"You thought I was gay?"
"No. Well I wasn't sure. But whatever you decided your father and I would have supported you."
"…Are you sure now?"
Violet laughed, "Well I can't guarantee one hundred percent. Martha has been telling all kinds of tale's about you and Dr. Watson."
"MUM!"
"I'm only kidding sweetheart."
"You're incorrigible."
"Oi! I'm still your mum."
Mycroft turned to his father watching as he looked out the helicopter's window.
"How was mum?"
"Having a laugh with your brother and asking when we would get home for dinner."
Mycroft nodded. John had sent him a message the moment Sherlock left his home. He also looked at the man's blog and quickly connected the dots as to why.
"Is William having some women troubles, son?"
Mycroft pressed his lips together, "There may be a pathologist back in London."
"Ah. The same that helped him fake his death."
Mycroft nodded, "Her name is Molly Hooper."
"How is she?"
"A bloody saint for putting up with him for all these years."
"... So, she's nice?"
"She's lovely father and far better than his previous romantic entanglement."
"That Adler women? Never liked her playing my two boys."
"She never played me; just Sherlock."
"If you say so."
Sherlock looked around the table knowing his family was going to be alright. But there was one person who was missing at the table.
"Mycroft about Euros- ", Sherlock started causing everyone to stiffen at the elephant in the room.
"What about her?"
"John mentioned something about Euros. She hurt- killed so many people. She almost killed us…" He took a breath noticing the looks of concern on his parents faces, "… If we fix- help her get better she's still never getting out of there. Is she?"
Mycroft could feel the shift in atmosphere as the fate of his family's fell on him, yet again, drowning him.
"It is in everyone's best interest and safety for her to stay in Sherrinford."
He spoke regretfully then quickly excused himself making his way towards his bedroom. Violet was quick to rise and headed after him.
"Sherlock -" Sigar started turning his chair towards his youngest son.
"I didn't do it to upset him. It's just all the trying and going to see Euros so she gets better, and she will still remain locked up."
"It may not be fair, but your sister hurt a lot of people. Even if your brother could find a way to get her out, there is no telling what she could do."
"Exactly! We can't tell. But what if she reformed used her knowledge for the good of the state or something. Surely that's worthy of a pardon."
"She killed people Sherlock."
"I've killed people too."
"It's not the same."
"I shot a man in cold blood!"
"You did it to protect your family."
"So that makes it okay? Euros asked if it would really matter if we punished the innocent instead of the guilty. How is this any different?"
"Your sister is guilty Sherlock."
"You're okay with only ever seeing her through glass for the rest of your lives."
"It's better than thinking she was dead and having no contact with her whatsoever."
"Myke? Darling open the door."
"What do you want?"
Violet stepped into the room walking over to the bed taking a seat patting the space next to her.
"Your brother always lacked tact. Myke we knew Euros- After what your sister did we knew she would never be able to leave that blasted Island. We just never actually said it out loud."
"There's nothing I can do about it."
"And no one is asking you to. Your sister did wrong, and she is paying for it. No one blames you Myke not me or your father and certainly not Sherlock. Yes, we were upset but that's a very reasonable thing to feel after everything that occurred."
"I'm sure Euros doesn't feel the same way. She hates me, always has."
"You may not be Sherlock, but you are still her brother. Instead of drowning in misery and self-pity for your mistakes why not try to make them right? Talk to your sister tell her how you really feel. Your feelings matter just as much as hers and Sherlock's."
"I doubt it will work, but I more than anyone owe it to her to try."
