Who Is the Real Monster?
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darnedchildSummary: Mycroft Holmes regrets his newest responsibility.
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – “Sister” for either Holmes brother, from Anonymous
Who Is the Real Monster?
Regardless of what others might think, it nearly breaks him.
As cold and dangerous as Eurus is, she’s still his baby sister. Finding out what Uncle Rudy had done, what he was now expected to do . . .
She’s been locked away for nearly two-thirds of her life. Her face has changed, matured; but her eyes are the same. Cold. Watchful. Always too old, too intelligent, too calculating.
She is a predator, there was no doubt about that.
Rather than break her and make her docile, her captivity has honed her terrible skills to a deadly, razor sharp point judging from the incidents listed in her files.
And now it is his responsibility to weld the key to the cage.
Only he sees the woman behind the monster. Only he remembers the girlish voice asking why Sherlock wouldn’t come play, crying because it wasn’t Mycroft’s attention she wanted. Only he sees his little sister, lost and alone.
Perhaps he is the monster, allowing her to remain locked away and used.
Mycroft turned off the CCTV feed to her cell. He hides his shattered heart behind a practiced mask of indifference, and accepts the responsibility of safeguarding the asset known only as Eurus.
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – “Sister” for either Holmes brother, from Anonymous
Who Is the Real Monster?
Regardless of what others might think, it nearly breaks him.
As cold and dangerous as Eurus is, she’s still his baby sister. Finding out what Uncle Rudy had done, what he was now expected to do . . .
She’s been locked away for nearly two-thirds of her life. Her face has changed, matured; but her eyes are the same. Cold. Watchful. Always too old, too intelligent, too calculating.
She is a predator, there was no doubt about that.
Rather than break her and make her docile, her captivity has honed her terrible skills to a deadly, razor sharp point judging from the incidents listed in her files.
And now it is his responsibility to weld the key to the cage.
Only he sees the woman behind the monster. Only he remembers the girlish voice asking why Sherlock wouldn’t come play, crying because it wasn’t Mycroft’s attention she wanted. Only he sees his little sister, lost and alone.
Perhaps he is the monster, allowing her to remain locked away and used.
Mycroft turned off the CCTV feed to her cell. He hides his shattered heart behind a practiced mask of indifference, and accepts the responsibility of safeguarding the asset known only as Eurus.