#Sheurus

[sherenekillme]

When the sisters-in-law met

Sorry for bombarding you guys with my Neurus-adlock headcanons.

 Irene and Eurus never met, not even after Nero had fully acquainted his aunt, simply because no one initiated it. No one dare to.

Sherlock couldn’t imagine what’d happen if the two most chaotic women in his life met. It sent him shudder even giving a slightest thought of it. No. It was simply out of the scope of his imagination.

Irene was intrigued, but she was far from warming the idea of meeting Eurus. She found herself feeling insecure. If Irene read people like a book, Eurus doesn’t even have to read. If Eurus could manipulate Mycroft and Sherlock to that extent, what would she be in front of her?  She rather not put herself in that position. This was something she’d never voice out, but knew Sherlock’d understand. 

For Eurus, she gathered enough information she had to know about Irene from Sherlock and Nero, she simply didn’t find the need to meet her in person.

So everyone was taken aback when someone did finally initiate it. The most surprising is, the person was Nero.

That’s the time when Nero was three. All of a sudden he requested his mother’s accompany to the Aunt Eurus violin class. No one knew the reason. No one ever fully grasped Nero’s train of thought. No one could resist him when he insisted.

This was how the four of them came together in Sherrinford. 

“Eurus, this is Irene.”

“ Irene, this is Eurus.”

The encounter was far more peaceful than Sherlock’d imagined. After introducing them with no more than ten words, the two ladies shared a smile and a nod, and Nero’s class began. 

Sherlock and Irene sat silently at the side watching Eurus and Nero played. Not a word spoken, they communicated in the atypical Holmes way. Nero could play a piece perfectly after Eurus showed him no more than twice, and he knew if he did it right or wrong from Eurus’s subtle cues, a glance, a frown, a nod or a flick of the bow. Occasionally Sherlock joined them to do a trio.

“Goodbye Aunt Eurus.”

“Goodbye Nero. Nice to meet you, Irene.”

“Me too.”

Like everything happened so spontaneously in the past hours, Irene knew it was time to retreat the room with Nero and leave the siblings some moment of theirs.

Once they were left to their own, Sherlock asked Eurus a question, which was the same question he asked Irene once they reunited in the corridor.

He got the same answer.

“How’s she?”

“She loves you. I like her.”

[sherenekillme]

Aunt Eurus-to be (Sheurus, Neurus, Adlock)

Just because we need more adlock

Besides bidding the greeting and goodbye, in most of the Sherrinford visits they do not articulate a word at all. Sherlock came, and they played the violins.

It is not common for the youngest Holmes brother and sister to share a conversation, all they have to communicate are in the music, let alone anything initiated by Eurus. That’s why it took Sherlock by surprise when Eurus did.

“Oh Sherlock... I can tell you're nervous. Look at your eyes, so much uncertainties.” Eurus narrowed her eyes with a smirk.

“It’s a first. Not even when you visited me the first time. And the music...something big is coming, isn’t it?” She is genuinely intrigued, and care.

Sherlock stowed the violin in the bag, turned away saying nothing more than “see you next Tuesday”.

“You are in a rush, impatience. The music, I mean.”

“Since when my dear sis was...getting chatty?”

“When is it due?”

“What...?” There were unmistakable bewilderment and terror, Eurus can tell.

“The big thing. I wonder what it is.”

Not a word, Sherlock waved his goodbye.

Sherlock missed the next Tuesday visit.

Eurus somehow expected it.

The next time Sherlock came was a month since.

“Congratulations.”

Sherlock tried very hard to remain composed, and did mental check all over again to make sure there is nothing that could give him away.

“Why?”

“Your piece sounds delightful, content, eased, happy...blablabla, too many novel emotions. There must be something good happened, though you look a tad exhausted.”

Once again not intended to response, Sherlock packed his things and was ready to leave. This was when Eurus decided not to play anymore.

“How’s my nephew?”

“What...? How?”

It is impossible she knew, at least not the sex. The chance is half-half...

“Parenthood is slowing you down.”

Not bothered to conceal anymore, Sherlock even checked his elbows for any possible trace of baby formula.

And Eurus took pity on him.

“Big brother. Do you really think there’re things I couldn’t make him tell me?”