When Eurus has woken from the effects of the sedative, she knew what she would have to do. She needed her brother, so she had to reveal herself. She quickly asked for a tea to occupy her handlers, while she recorded her old song. The song about the death of Redbeard.

She always loved it, the hidden meaning attached to it, but also the clever lyrics. She knew Sherlock would understand what it meant on both levels. He just never confronted her when they were little and had later rewritten his memories for some reason to do with emotions. Maybe this would jog his true memory.

She reblogged the post and spent the rest of the day alternating between playing the old song and her newest composition on her violin, trying to get rid of the effects of the sedative.


A week had passes since Eurus had contacted Sherlock. It was Tuesday and it had been terrible. Sherlock was currently pacing the living room, ignoring Mrs. Hudsons babbling about god knows what, the boredom swelling up inside him, but it wasn't really boredom. No, it was angst, and nerves, and general anxiety.

"Oh god, shut up!" yelled Sherlock

"Oh dear!" said Mrs. Hudson, jumping at his sudden outburst, "What is it dear?"

"I'm bored!" shouted Sherlock

"No, young man, you're not just bored." replied Mrs. Hudson

"Could you make yourself useful and make me a coffee?" asked Sherlock irritably.

"That's a bit strong isn't it dear?" asked Mrs. Hudson

"I could use something stronger." muttered Sherlock as Mrs. Hudson went to make the coffee. He pulled out his phone and checked tumblr again to see if Eurus had said anything else. He practically jumped from ecstasy when he saw that she had reblogged the post and had added an audio post.

"Here's your coffee dear," said Mrs. Hudson, "Anything else I can do?"

"Not for me." said Sherlock wanting her to just go, now. She did go and Sherlock sat down on the couch and took a sip of coffee before playing the audio post.

There was a bit of a rustling before the quiet sound of someone singing. He played it over unable to make it out, until he was finally able to make out the words.

I that am lost, oh who will find me?

Deep down beneath the old beech tree.

Help succour me now the east winds blow.

Sixteen by six, brother, and under we go!

Be not afraid to walk in the shade.

Save one, save all, come try!

My steps- five by seven.

Life is closer to heaven.

Look down, from dark gaze, from on high

Without your love, he'll be gone before.

Save pity for strangers, show love the door.

My soul seek the shade of my willow's bloom.

Inside, brother mine-

Let death make a room.

Before he was gone, right back over my hill.

Who now will find him?

Why, nobody will

Doom shall I bring to him, I that am queen

Lost forever, nine by nineteen...

That was his sisters voice... Eurus was his sister... and Redbeard...she...she had killed his dog. The memory of her singing it hauntingly when they were little. The memory of Redbeard, his sister-with her little toy airplane, Mycroft, and his parents on the beach on holiday. He remembered when he used to talk and talk to Eurus about everything and how they used to play together, but behind all of this was the pain of the truth. The pain that his sister had killed his dog. The horror of the small girl-his sister-killing his favourite dog.

"You killed my dog." whispered Sherlock, "You drowned him and we could never find him."

His fingers hesitated over the keyboard until he reached for his phone. He dialled Mycroft's number and waited for him to pick up.

"Sherlock," said Mycroft curtly as means of a hello.

"Mycroft, how could you not tell me I have a sister?!" yelled Sherlock into the phone

"Sherlock that's proposterous." said Mycroft

"Stop. I have a sister." yelled Sherlock

"I'm very busy, unless you have something real to say, I have to go." said Mycroft

"I remember Mycroft. She killed Redbeard and you turned her into a ghost story. The east wind." said Sherlock, not quite as loudly.

"We'll talk when I get home, but Sherlock...don't contact her any longer." said Mycroft

"No, we'll talk now and I will continue to contact her." said Sherlock

"Sherlock, I'm protecting you. I'll see you on Sunday." Mycroft hung up before Sherlock could reply.

Sherlock buried his face in his shaking hands, frustrated. He had to wait until Sunday to talk to Mycroft about this. He knew how the conversation would go. He would ask Mycroft if he could see her, he would avoid the conversation for a while before denying him what he wanted and then he would be off again to government business and probably take his computer for good measure. What he had to do right now was inform Eurus, because what would Mycroft do to her?

Reblog:

-First off: You're my sister and you killed Redbeard. I'm dealing with the obvious repercussions of that revelation but let's ignore that for the minute, because what will Mycroft do? I called him and he's coming into town on Sunday to 'talk'. Of course, he's going to lecture me on something or other, but Eurus... are you okay, where ever you are?

Sherlock hesitated before he reblogged the text, wondering if it was odd or not, he could never tell. He ultimately decided it didn't matter and hit reblog and hoped Eurus would reply soon. He quickly drank two more cups of coffee and knew it was pointless to try to sleep that night.