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.”
