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Lost and Found

Title: Lost and Found

Author Eglantine_br

Rating G

Word Count 1115

Spoilers None

Disclaimer None of this belongs to me.

Note: This is a funny one. Some of

it was inspired by the amazing drawing that Anteros posted. Her
daughter had drawn a ship, complete with sharks, and flags and stern
windows that any Captain would covet.

It got me thinking about the long
ago drawings of long ago children. Horatio must have made some, I
thought. So, I gave him some. If anyone knows of a repository of
Georgian children's drawings I would love to see it!

There are two songs in this chapter.
The first is by the Mountain Goats. I love them. It is called 'Up the
Wolves.'

The second song is
more...traditional. I invented neither.

Lost and Found


He had slept for hours. He had breathed

in the smell of his childhood, he had relaxed against Archie's
warmth, and he had rested utterly. Surfacing now, he knew again a
world with no bells, no orders. The clock on the landing made gentle
suggestions, that was all.

He could hear it now, striking nine.
Keeping his eyes closed, Horatio smiled. Downstairs, he knew, his
father would be sitting, drinking coffee, and writing case notes.
There might be bacon. But, oh, he was languorous, there was no
hurry. His body was delightfully sore. They had woken deep in the
night and made love, with almost no words. This was the room, the
very bed where they had done it first. The memory of that was sweet.
They had both thought of it, he knew. The knowledge had been in
Archie's eyes too, and in the kisses that had been so gentle against
his face.

He took a deep experimental breath.
There-- there was still a catch in his chest, a moment of deep pain
in the pleura. But it was better, it was. He no longer had that
drowning feeling. He was breathing no more often than Archie. Well,
he amended, a little more often still. But he was healing.

There had been little time, to talk to
Father about the illness. Horatio had been pleased to let the joy
carry the evening where it would. There had been a pained pleasure on
Archie's face, as they embraced him, fed him. Of course they loved
him. They would love him anyway, because Horatio did, and they loved
Horatio. But Archie made a very diffident hero. It had hurt, like the
pain in the chest, to see him shy.

Horatio let his eyes drift open, vision
blurred beyond the black fringe of his eyelashes. He could see
Archie's bent thigh, inches away. Archie was sitting up, reading.

“What have you there?” Horatio
propped up on an elbow.

“Hmm, not really sure.” Archie
seemed to be fighting a grin. He was holding a small ragged notebook.
Horatio scrambled up to sitting-- the little book was very familiar.

“I found it wedged down behind the
bed. I looks as if it has been there for years. Oh my--- Horatio you
are a man of many talents.”

They looked together. The drawings were
old, people with spidery legs, and potato shaped bodies. They were
labeled in a child's blotted scrawl.

“I really like the walrus, Horatio.
Were you reading of the Arctic?

“It is not a walrus. Look here-- it
says 'Father.”

“It says 'Fatter.' I think you needed
instruction in spelling.”

Archie dropped a kiss on Horatio's
shoulder and turned the page.

The next page was crowded. Archie could
see what was surely a horse, a smiling sun above it, and something
that looked like-- well, a potato. This one had no legs.

“What is this one?”

“Ha'hm. I remember making that one.”
Horatio said. His voice was soft. “Its my mother. Well, it's her
as I imagined her to be.”

“Oh, Honeybee.”

Archie's face went soft. Archie
gathered him close. It felt good.

“Mary believes that mother is
watching me from above.” Horatio said. “She really, absolutely
believes it. But I can't. I don't know what happens when we die,
but--” He trailed off, letting his words end against the skin of
Archie's shoulder.

“I talk to her, but it is really just
talking to myself. I wish I could believe.” The words sounded lame
to Horatio, but Archie never mocked him when it mattered.

They looked at the page together. “Its
a very good horse.”

Horatio blushed. “I think it was
meant to be a wolf”

“Oh.”

Horatio let his eyes shut again. He
didn't feel like looking at the pictures anymore. He rested his head
against Archie. It always felt so safe, like home. He could feel
Archie watching him, watching closely. That was all right too.

After a moment he realized that Archie
was singing, softly, a comforting wordless hum.

“What is that?”

“ Nothing really. I was just reminded
it. It is a song that Clayton sang. He used to sing as well as play,
until Simpson made him stop. It's a song about wolves.”

“Oh?”

“Actually it is about mothers too.”

“Sing it for me.” And Archie did.

There's going to come a day
when
you'll feel better
you'll rise up easy on that day
and float
from branch to branch
lighter than the air
just when that day
is coming
who can say
who can say

Our mothers have been
absent
ever since we founded Rome
but there's gonna be a party

when the wolf comes home.”

“I like that.” Horatio said

“Me too. Simpson hated that song. I
think he knew that Clayton sang it to comfort me.”

And, watching, Horatio could see Archie
shake off the memory of that time, long ago now. Archie ghosted his
hand over the circle scar under Horatio's arm. Captain Pellew had
shot Simpson, in the end.

It rid the days of him, if not the
nights. Archie, at least, still dreamed of him sometimes.

“You never sing, Horatio,” Archie
said.

“No, I can't sing.”

Archie's face wrinkled. “Everyone can
sing, Horatio.”

“That is what people who can sing
say.” Horatio's tone was resigned.

“Well,” Said Archie “I'll sing
for you, Horatio, any time.”

And he sang—loudly:

Do your balls hang low,

Do they wobble to and fro,

Can you tie them in a knot,

Can you tie them in a bow?

Do they---”

“Archie!”

They
landed in a naked giggling heap on the floor. They landed hard enough
that they heard Mary squawk from the kitchen below.

And
then, being out of bed, they dressed and went down to find breakfast


Comments

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anteros_lmc
Sep. 3rd, 2011 11:13 pm (UTC)
Hahaha! You made me laugh out loud XD This is brewed to perfection! And I'm so touched that toots' picture inspired such a lovely thing.

I particularly love the conversation about not being able to sing because I can't sing and I've had that exactconversation with so many people so many times. Poor Horatio, at least he has Archie to sing for him :D

I don't know of any archives of Georgian children's drawings but there must be some somewhere. Pollock House down the road from here stayed in the same family from 1750 to about 1930, they may have something...

Btw the formatting problems you're having are LJ bugs with the new editor, I've been having trouble too. There's a list of known issues here. Go ahead and post to following_sea and I'll post a note about the bugs.
eglantine_br
Sep. 3rd, 2011 11:42 pm (UTC)
I got the cut to work, but I am unhappy by confusing how hard to understand it is, without the proper paragraph spacing. I am really sorry it is so hard to wade through.

Horatio, in canon, cannot sing. I like that in a hero. i can't sing either. I picture Archie with an ordinary voice, competent and pleasant, but not unusually good.
anteros_lmc
Sep. 4th, 2011 09:38 pm (UTC)
Don't worry about the formatting. This would have been a pleasure to read, even if I had to read it backwards!

Horatio, in canon, cannot sing. I like that in a hero.
*nods* It would be unfair to be heroic and be able to sing!

I picture Archie with an ordinary voice, competent and pleasant, but not unusually good.
And a good line in marching songs ;)
eglantine_br
Sep. 4th, 2011 09:49 pm (UTC)
Thanks. It was still fretting me.
Did you get time to write after all, last night?

Also, has anyone ever heard JB singing?
nodbear
Sep. 4th, 2011 09:54 pm (UTC)
He can sing - and indeed, unlike his fictional counterpart so can Ioan (in his past both sung and played)
so if we write HH the musical = after all Mr Lindsay can sing too ...
eglantine_br
Sep. 4th, 2011 10:17 pm (UTC)
Somewhere, I saw a video where Ioan was recounting a night out drinking. He was with a friend, another actor who lived near him I think.

They both sang some goofy song together at the the end of the interview. Apparently they had been mugged by a pregnant women, and had been too drunk to chase her down.

I noticed at that time, several things: Ioan can sing, as can his friend, the friend was not unattractive either, and Ioan's real voice had a lovely bumpy quality...

Have you seen the interview?
nodbear
Sep. 4th, 2011 10:28 pm (UTC)
Not sure = you proabably mean his friend Matthew Rhys - with whom he used to share a house in London

and with whom he starred in Very Annie Mary - if you haven't seen this

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wiLtlxbJcOY

you probably should!
anteros_lmc
Sep. 4th, 2011 10:30 pm (UTC)
APPROACH THAT LINK WITH CAUTION! ;P
eglantine_br
Sep. 4th, 2011 11:33 pm (UTC)
That was the actor, ant hat was the song-- but different clip. They are so silly!

I also watched a few more, that just happened to be there. I like the one where he says he is Catherine Zeta Jones, he really is giggly, isn't he?
anteros_lmc
Sep. 4th, 2011 10:28 pm (UTC)
I wrote for an hour yesterday afternoon, since then, nada. Hopefully I'll have some time on Friday. It's slow progress but at least it's progress!

has anyone ever heard JB singing?
Hmmm....he sings drunkenly and insultingly in the radio production of Brideshead Revisited and he sings in The Scarlet Pimpernel but I don't think either of those count as proper singing. But hey, he was a rugby player, he must know a few filthy songs! XD
anteros_lmc
Sep. 4th, 2011 10:30 pm (UTC)
Where have you heard JB singing then? Hmn?! I can only think of Brideshead and Scarlet Pimpernel
nodbear
Sep. 4th, 2011 10:33 pm (UTC)
Not heard - well only in SCarlet pimpernel as you say but I Am fairly sure it is something I have read somewhere but I am now confused where !

But like all rugby players he must as you say ....

now i shall have certain welsh rugby songs on the brain!!
eglantine_br
Sep. 5th, 2011 02:15 am (UTC)
Are rugby players known for singing dirty songs? In many languages?
anteros_lmc
Sep. 5th, 2011 08:46 pm (UTC)
Oh yes! Rugby players are renowned for singing filthy songs! I'm not sure how multilingual most of them are but we know Jamie speaks English, French and Italian, so maybe he can sing dirty songs in many languages! XD

Never let it be said that I would pass up the chance to do some research for another fangirl, so I have found a page of filthy rugby songs for you here and look! they've got the very same song that Archie is singing in your fic here :D
eglantine_br
Sep. 5th, 2011 11:52 pm (UTC)
EEK!

I cannot imagine anyone singing some of those out loud. Particularly those sweet faced Hornblower boys. Obviously there is some secret power to be found in rugby.

Maybe that is why it is not shown much here. We are so repressed about language.
anteros_lmc
Sep. 6th, 2011 08:35 am (UTC)
Oops! I should probably have warned you that when I said filthy I meant *really filthy* Actually despite the rude songs rugby players, and fans, have a reputation for being much more gentlemanly and sporting than football players.
eglantine_br
Sep. 6th, 2011 11:05 am (UTC)
Oh, its all right. It just made me laugh. It just shows what gentlemen will do. (And I am quite sure, that has not changed at all.)
nodbear
Sep. 4th, 2011 09:49 pm (UTC)
Archie can proabably some of the Shakepearian songs to popular settings too

delightful -and just right for young anteros' picture !

I think one of the Pellew grandkids drew something in a letter for Granpa and Grandma - will undertake to find it when next in Greenwich

love the naked giggling heap - would indeed make quite a din :)

Edited at 2011-09-04 09:52 pm (UTC)
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