the moor, pt. i've-lost-count

I'm going to skip the part the Mycroft told you about, but I'll get us from where I left off to the place where Mr Hudson was holding him first. So...L and I and Sherlock got back to the house. Mr Hudson had hit Mrs Hudson and ran off with Mycroft.

Sherlock said he knew where he'd gone, and that he could lead us there. I was...not happy about that idea, but he said if we didn't take exactly the right path, we'd sink into the mud and never be heard from again. I don't think I even questioned whether it was a good idea to go at all, which you can put down to sleep deprivation and stubbornness, like most of the things I did that day.

Lestrade definitely did question whether it was a good idea to go or not. He wanted to wait for back up, which I still think was probably the more sensible choice. Despite what he says, the fact that it all worked out was more due to luck than anything else. Eventually, because he couldn't convince me not to go, he came with us, which I'm sure surprises no one here.


We took a long walk through a lot of mud. We got to a sort of island of firmer, more stony ground, on which stood a patched-up stone age hut that Mr Hudson was using. I took off my shoes so as not to make SQUELCH SQUELCH noises as I tried to sneak up on him, went up to the hut, and...well, Mycroft's told you most of the rest.

Afterward, some officious bastard in Mrs Holmes' helicopter tried to tell us that L had to stay behind (for what?) and I threatened to walk back to the hall instead...with a head wound, no shoes, and two injured children. That was obviously not going to happen, but I remember being dead serious about it, which shows you the sort of decisions I was making.

Anyhow, that also worked out, and we all few back to the hall. I cleaned up everyone's various injuries, none too serious, Mrs Hudson started dinner for us (and all Mrs Holmes' people), and L helped me get bits of rocks and things out of my feet, which was very kind of him.

Between the day, the day before, and the previous three months of insomnia, inactivity, and mental instability, I crashed directly after dinner. The last thing I remember clearly is sculpting my potatoes into the shape of a stone hut, and Mrs Hudson telling me not to play with my food.

I think around two, I woke up with Mrs Holmes in my room. We discussed terms of further employment, including moving to London and a dental plan.

Very early that morning, I got both boys in my room, asking me to stay. Which was...very nice. And unexpected.

Slightly later on, Lestrade brought me breakfast in bed, courtesy of Mrs Hudson. Among other things, he asked if I wanted to get coffee some time. Obviously, I said yes.

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And now I'll post this and go to bed, and hopefully be up early enough in the morning to let him have a lie in while I entertain the boys.