It’s been a while since I’ve posted Mystrade
You: Darling-MH [Been missing for weeks with no contact to anyone]
Stranger: Christ. Myc. GL
You: Hello-MH
Stranger: Hi. Where are you? GL
You: I'm working on that-MH
You: Do you have contact with my work?-MH
Stranger: Yes. I've been doing everything I possibly can. GL
You: Call them. Tell them I need a full team-MH
Stranger: Right. GL
You: And I'll need you-MH
Stranger: Obviously. I've already informed your... Coworkers. Or whatever the fuck they are. GL
Stranger: They weren't too keen on it, but I said I had your /express orders/. GL
You: Thank you. Will you be on my team then? When they find me that is-MH
You: Not keen on what?-MH
Stranger: Working with the Yard. But then, they wouldn't be. GL
You: Hmm. They will survive-MH
Stranger: Exactly. GL
You: [.....] No location yet?-MH
Stranger: No. Can you give us anything us? GL
You: It's freezing, and secluded. Otherwise I'd have a location for you-MH
Stranger: "Freezing" helps. GL
You: I don't imagine it's more than a few hours away, though which method of transport I am uncertain-MH
You: [...] Gregory-MH
Stranger: Yes? GL
You: Iceland-MH
You: I've found somebody-MH
Stranger: In my defence, I got that four minutes before you did. GL
You: Did you?-MH
You: Are you coming?-MH
Stranger: Mhm. On a plane. Will you be alright for the next few hours? GL
You: I've been given a blanket and cup of soup, but refused a ride-MH
Stranger: What a tragedy. GL
You: If they were planted...-MH I'd rather wait it out-MH
Stranger: We'll work it out. GL
Stranger: Trust me. I'm entirely determined. GL
You: [...] I've lost the feeling in my toes-MH
Stranger: How long have you been outside? GL
You: An hour at least, if not longer-MH
Stranger: Aw, sweetheart. Are you hurt at all? GL
You: I haven't been able to do a full assessment. There are medics with you?-MH
Stranger: /Yes/. GL
Stranger: Stop worrying. I've done this before. GL
You: Are you worrying?-MH
Stranger: I shouldn't be. I'm a professional. GL
You: So you are-MH
You: [....] I'm worried too-MH
Stranger: It's been weeks, Myc. GL
You: Weeks?-MH
You: Whole weeks-MH
Stranger: Yes. And you didn't know. GL
You: I'm missing more time than I'd thought-MH
Stranger: Hey. Breathe. GL
You: How far out are you?-MH
Stranger: An hour at most. GL
You: An hour-MH
You: Yes. Right-MH
Stranger: If I could get there faster... GL
You: I'm aware there are limitations-MH
Stranger: Yeah, I know. GL
You: But if you could get here faster....-MH
Stranger: I'll see what I can do. GL
You: It might be better-MH
Stranger: Again, I got that one. GL
You: Prepared-MH
Stranger: Sorry? GL
You: You're prepared-MH
Stranger: Ha. Yes, I'd better be. GL
You: Yes. I'me missed you-MH
Stranger: I can do it 28 minutes. Give or take. GL
Stranger: Save it for when I get there? GL
You: Missing you?-MH
Stranger: Just the telling me about it. GL
You: I miss your warm hands-MH
You: Your jacket-MH
Stranger: Keep moving, please. GL
Stranger: Missing me won't do shit if you die on me, Mycroft Holmes. GL
You: Right. Create more heat. I'm walking-MH
You: You're almost here?-MH
Stranger: Excellent. GL
Stranger: 15? GL
You: 15. Good-MH
Stranger: I looked out the window and almost vomited. GL
You: Are you here?-MH
Stranger: Your phone has a clock, you have eyes. You know I'm not. GL
You: Hurry-MH
Stranger: I am. GL
Stranger: Status, please? GL
You: Cold-MH
You: I need a nap-MH
Stranger: Wait a little longer, please. GL
You: Greg-MH
Stranger: Myc. GL
Stranger: Greg is sitting tightly in his seat on the plane, tapping on the side of his phone softly with his index finger, but otherwise motionless. He's not sure he's ever been so tired in his life, or so stressed. It isn't the kind of thing it'd be appropriate for him to show in this setting - especially not in the presence of the kind of people Mycroft works with - but then, the conversation he's having with the man they're looking for... Isn't helping. Greg closes his eyes briefly and sucks in a breath through his nose, forcing himself to refocus. Greg stands, tucks his cell away, and steps across the aisle of the plane to stand by the door. He's still there when they land a few minutes later, and he's the first one off the plane. "Alright, let's go," he snaps to the part of the team that's working with him.
You: The messages, Mycroft had to admit, were probably the only things keeping Mycroft alive. Holding on for seconds, forcing himself to move when he could no longer feel his feet, or his ears, or his fingers. Each message became more painful, and the thought that he wouldn't get to see Gregory again, that he'd missed so much tim he couldn't account for, and that this could all be for naught terrified him, but he continued to message Greg. That was, until he couldn't anymore. He was cold, frozen actually, and immensely tired. Everything hurt, there was not a single patch of skin that did not feel as if it were on fire from the cold, or not part of his body at all. He couldn't walk anymore, he just prayed that Greg had a handle on where he was, that he'd come to his rescue. It felt like centuries before he saw the familiar man, and it took another decade before he could open his mouth to even say anything. "Gregory" He whispered, breathing out a heavy sigh of relief. He'd gotten to him, maybe this wasn't all for nothing. Maybe he'd manage to survive this.
Stranger: "Hey, hey," Greg says, grabbing Mycroft's hands. As much as he wishes he could pick the other man up and carry him to the plane, he takes half a step back and allows the medics to help Mycroft onto a stretcher (it's demeaning in a way Greg knows Mycroft hates, and he cringes with him, but just helps to pull another blanket around his shoulders. He looks awful, Greg notes). Thankfully, most of his job was getting to this point -- now that they're here, he's largely emotional support. He's not sure he could be anything else. They get to the plane largely without incident, and Greg's hands are shaking. He can't wait to get away from here.
You: It hurt more than he'd expected to be lifted onto the stretcher. It was embarrassing that his team had to see him in such a state, but at this point he was more focused on why Greg had stepped away from him. Then they were moving, and Mycroft realized just how badly his head hurt. How badly everything hurt. They were thawing him out under multiple blankets, and as soon as they'd gotten into the airplane, Mycroft was being stripped and checked for frostbite or any other injuries. That hurt his dignity more. Closing his eyes, he let out a slight whimper when one of the medics moved his ankle, and tried to turn over to Greg for support in this. If anything, he just wanted to continue to hear his voice, it was definitely the most comforting thing he had at the moment. "Greg" He whispered as they wrapped him in dry blankets, then electric blankets. "Talk. About anything"