"Reine, these are my brothers!"

"im Mycroft and well, the curly one is Sherlock"  he muttered.

"sherlock you could at least say hello"  Mycroft scoffs, tugging on the thinner boy's sleeve.

The boy turns his gaze to meet my own, his pale blue eyes scanning over every inch of my face as if to identify each pore individually.

"Hello," he grumbled before hanging his head to examine the dirt surrounding his shoes.

"Oh dear lord, come on Reine this was a waste of time,"  Eurus says rolling her eyes.

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Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I desperately tugged at the thick cloth restricting my cries. The blurry view of the rocky shore was fading in and out of focus. I continued to struggle against the ropes that confined me. Ice-cold rain added to the unending pain in my body.

"Reine!"

Sherlock...

"Reine!!"

My limbs go weak.

"REINE!"

"REINE"

"Get your bloody lazy arse out of bed!"

I let out a loud groan, shoving my face into my pillow.

a dream...

"you have a  flight in THREE hours and you haven't even begun packing, now GET UP!" my roommate yells, ripping the warm sheets away from my body.

I hear the door slam, signifying that she had left. I slowly but surely stumble out of bed, grasping the cold handle of my dresser drawer, and giving it a harsh tug.

"Girl are you ok? you're usually really good about scheduling for things like this" Lily says as she licks the ice cream off her spoon.

"I feel like I should be asking you the same thing. Why ice cream at 8:00 in the morning? Did Jim call again?" I respond.

Her expression dropped and her body stiffened at my words. Gotcha. I send her a smirk before she opens her mouth to speak.

"I hate when you do that you know. I don't even have the ice cream out. How do you do it?" she asks, her face regaining a recurring expression of shock.

"I think we are well past those questions LIl. Anyways do you know where I put my box of IDs and passports?" I say shuffling my suitcase towards the entryway.

"um yeah, in the kitchen, the third drawer on the right. Who are you using this time? Melanie smith- the dashing runway model with a sleek bob and a nice red lip. Or maybe Tammy Spitz, born and raised in Dallas Texas, but moved to New Orleans to blow her horn at trumpet" she giggled at the last part.

"Very funny. I think ill stick with miss Valerie Lane, keep it simple. No wigs." I say as I dig through the pile of identification in the drawer.

"No fun" she pouts.

"Ok Lil, I gotta head out but ill send you a note when I land in Gatwick"

"Mk Val ill send my aunt a note maybe you could say hi!" Lily mentions before handing me a chunk of cash.

"I'll see if I have time, I'm only there to help get rid of this one guy who keeps getting in the way and then I'll be home before you know it" I sigh.

"ya ya, now get outa here!" she yells, shoving me out the door and into the hall.

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"John! JOHN!" sherlock yells up the stairs.

"bloody hell Sherlock what are you yelling about this early in the morning!?" Mrs. Hudson asks.

"not now Mrs. Hudson I have to discuss the death threat john and I received yesterday evening" he grumbles.

"JOHN!" he yells once more.

"Death threats? From that Moriarty guy?" she asks.

She never really did get an answer before John came stumbling down the stairs, a lineup of curses emerging from his dry lips.

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"Oh, Reine...this is going to be fun"

"what are you doing?"

no reply.

"ouch! that hurts stop!"

she laughed.

"stop! why are you doing this!?"

she laughed harder.

"STOP please"

tears.

"Oh, sorry fun for ME but maybe settle down...you may enjoy it"

muffled screams.

"Eurus- what are you doing?"

sobs.

"Sherlock, run along."

Hope.

"stop! Eurus you're hurting her!"

Dizzy.

I watched as she grabbed his hair and yanked.

False hope.

Sherlock...

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I woke abruptly as turbulence shook the plane. I hastily looked around, before settling down and staring out the window. The light snores of the man beside me rang in my ear as I tried to erase the thoughts of my reoccurring dreams. I tore my gaze from the window and decided to focus on the newspaper lying on the sleeping man's lap. I read the first headline about football and then moved to the picture of a man in a long coat with a peculiar hat placed on top of his head. the man looked uncomfortable with the flashing camera almost as if he were annoyed any of this was happening. I shifted my gaze to the headline highlighting the image. My eyes go wide and I feel my whole body shiver.

"star detective sherlock holmes solves yet another unsolvable case!" -London news.