Mycroft leaned on his umbrella while pinching the bridge of his nose on the elevator ride down to Eurus' cell. He was greeted, as always, with the song Eurus had composed for him- a melody conveying a sense of overpower and meanness. Eurus had said 'It's how I feel about you' after playing it for him shortly after he had put her in Sherrinford. The stood the required three feet from the cell and waited until Eurus had finished playing, her back still towards him.
"You hurt him, you know that?" asked Mycroft
"No I didn't, he was glad to hear from me." Eurus turned around, "He didn't remember me, Mycroft."
"It was better that way." said Mycroft
"Was it?" asked Eurus, "Repressed memories present all kinds of problems later in life. I'm helping him."
"No, Eurus, you aren't helping him." said Mycroft
"How do you know? You haven't spoken to him yet." said Eurus, "Oh, how was Africa?"
"Eurus, you will not contact him any longer." said Mycroft, ignoring Eurus's attempts at changing the conversation.
"I can't promise you that, besides, it really should be Sherlock's decision. Shouldn't it?" asked Eurus
"No, Eurus. You killed his best friend. You hurt him so badly that he doesn't remember it was his best friend. Eurus, you will not hurt him again. I will ensure that." said Mycroft
"That's all water under the bridge, isn't it?" asked Eurus, not waiting for a reply she continued, "When you have spoken to him, we can discuss this again. Goodbye, Mycroft. Oh, and do remember to get some bullets for that gun." Eurus turned away from Mycroft and began to play her violin again.
Mycroft looked down at him umbrella when Eurus had reminded him about the gun, before getting into the elevator. Now he had to convince Sherlock what was best for him. It was best for him to meet Eurus later, when he was older.
Sherlock was at the front door precisely as Mycroft had his hand on the doorknob, resulting in Mycroft tripping into the house.
Perfect start, thought Sherlock.
"Hello, brother mine." said Mycroft straightening his suit after he had righted himself. Sherlock didn't return the sentiment, instead he turned on his heel and headed into the living room. Mycroft followed him and seated himself on the couch, leaving Sherlock to tower over him.
"I want to see her, Mycroft." said Sherlock
"Sherlock, you really don't want to do that. Trust me, she will hurt you and it would be on my hand." said Mycroft
"You aren't on my side, Mycroft. You never have been. Therefore, I will tell you again. I want to see my sister." said Sherlock
"You don't even remember her. How could you know if you wanted to see her or not?" asked Mycroft
"Tell me then. Who was my sister?" asked Sherlock
"What do you remember Sherlock?" asked Mycroft
"I hardly remember anything and what I do remember I have no context for." said Sherlock sighing, "I remember our family holiday. I remember being there with mum, dad, Eurus, Redbeard, and you. I remember when Eurus used to taunt be about the death of Redbeard and I remember our family breakfasts."
"What do you mean when you say you have no context for these memories?" asked Mycroft
"I can remember the feeling of the events and I can remember the family holiday clearly but everything else doesn't have any location associated with it." said Sherlock
"I see. What do you remember of Eurus?" asked Mycroft.
"Nothing. I remember nothing, don't you understand?" asked Sherlock tensely, "Where is she?"
"She's somewhere safe. Somewhere she can't hurt you or anyone else." said Mycroft
"Mycroft, I believe it's my decision whether I would like to meet her or not and I want to meet her." said Sherlock
"You don't have any recollection of her and yet you're adamant about meeting her." said Mycroft
"It's my life, I'll make the decisions about it." said Sherlock, "Does next Sunday work?"
"No, Sherlock. I'm protecting you. Give it a little more time and we'll see about this again." said Mycroft
Sherlock was defeated an he knew it. He left the room and went to his bedroom, slamming the door for good measure.
"Brother mine, I wish you could see that I'm keeping you safe." said Mycroft to himself, before calling Sherrinford.
