So I thought I should try a Euros reaction. I struggled and then when I was in work in a company meeting this little piece happened. i guess the company I work for releasesthe inner Euros in me ; )

Anyway. I hope you enjoy it and I'll post the real last chapterlater today.

Fading out

Down to two

Euros

The door opened and two guards came in, they were each carrying a chair, and my heart rate increase Mummy, Dad and my brothers are coming. They come once a week. Mummy and Dad and Mycroft would sit and listen and Sherlock would play for me.

I would play for him.

We would play and we would say everything words couldn't but our music could.

I frowned. Two chairs, why is there two chairs?

This is interesting enough to get up from the bed, I walked towards the glass, they put down the chairs and without looking at me they walk out.

Interesting.

I tilt my head as ideas run through my head. It used to be difficult, but it's getting better.

Maybe Mummy is ill, no she was in fine health, and she wouldn't miss seeing me.

Dad, he looked a bit off the other day, tired, no, he would make sure to be here; after all I'm his little girl, back from the dead.

Mycroft...

Aaah, my dear older brother.

Some emergency somewhere, after all he is always trying to save or rule the free world. Trying to do the right thing. He failed me so he tries to compensate for the rest.

I should've told him he didn't fail me. I just never participated in the class.

The door opened and Mummy and Dad enter with Sherlock behind them.

Something is off.

The air around them is dark, sullen, sombre and sad.

Very sad.

Not sad for me though

"I'm sorry, goodbye."

Oh Mycroft.

What have you done?

They sat down; Dad was holding Mummy's hand tight in his. She glanced at him, she tried to smile but it failed. Just like Mycroft.

Sherlock stood in his usual place in front of the mirror. His posture were rigid, more so than last time.

Why are you pretending so hard to keep it together my dearest brother?

"I'm sorry, goodbye."

Mycroft! What the hell did you do? Next time I see you, just wait…what? Sherlock is turning his head to our parents, his eyes reminding me of a waterfall falling and crashing down below. The unsteady maelstrom of the water trying to makes sense of what is what. He gave them a small nod and started to play.

The violin broke down in tears, every musical note a tear falling down the ground. Sherlock was breaking apart and the only thing keeping him together was the strings. Why?

"I'm sorry, goodbye."

Oh no. He is dead. Mycroft is dead. He planned it, yet didn't commit suicide, oh….oh… he wanted to die, but he didn't want to do it himself. He would have, but then an opportunity arose. One last act to try and pass the test only he was aware. He tried so hard to make us all pass, to keep us all together, to keep us all standing but just like the song 'we all fall down.' I wonder if he succeeded, I wonder if he managed to save us all with his death. Did he manage to pass us? Most of all I wondered if he passed himself. Did he keep himself together, with the falling of us? He always tried so hard, but no one knew, I wonder if they knew now.

I couldn't help it, I cried with him, my violin screamed with his into the melody. I could see the emotions in Sherlock's eyes. I could see how he desperately tries to stay strong to be the big brother he needs to be now. He is the oldest and he wasn't ready. Mummy had new lines on her face, her eyes held a new cup of darkness she was forced to drink. Dad is trying to find the broken pieces and I don't know if it from old age or pain? Which one is pain? A loud sob broke through our song, Mummy's shoulders were shaking, Dad put his arm around her. I looked back at Sherlock.

His eyes were closed, tracks of tears marking his face as we played.

Oh.

That one is pain.