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Author: methylviolet10b
Rating: PG
Universe: Basil of Baker Street, The Rescuers
Characters: Basil of Baker Street, David Dawson, special guest mice Miss Bianca and Bernard
Word Count: 646
Summary: Miss Bianca reveals more details of the case that has brought her to Holmestead. A continuation of the story started in Brave Visitors. Written for the following THREE amnesty prompts:
- Dogs and cats turning detective: whether it's an actual animal AU, a sleuth hound, a clever animal providing assistance in a case, or a visit with Basil of Baker Street, include an animal in this entry.
- What's a Character Like You doing in a Place like 221B?: Crossover happens.
- Use Your Words: Use all three words in your entry: childhood, old age, sore feet.
Warnings: Still not a complete story, but at least more than there was. As per the prompt, this is a crossover, and I really do recommend reading Brave Visitors first. And absolutely no beta. This was written in a complete rush. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.

Miss Bianca took a deep, shuddering breath. “It’s the Boy,” she said softly, her quiet voice edged with pain.  She said nothing further for many moments.

Basil and I exchanged baffled looks. “A boy, madam?” I asked at last.

“The boy,” Bernard clarified when Miss Bianca hid her head behind her paws, too overcome to speak. “The son of the Norwegian Ambassador. Miss Bianca has resided with him for many years.”

“He calls me his only friend,” Miss Bianca whispered, her face still hidden behind her paws. “We have been together since childhood; I was but a tiny mouselet when I came to him, and he was scarcely older in human terms. We played together, ate together, cared for one another.” Her head lifted slowly, her eyes fixed on scenes only she could see. “How many times have we shared lessons, studying his Tutor’s books, me sitting on his shoulder or resting on his pillow! How dearly he missed me, when I left on my mission for the Prisoner’s Aid Society, and how he rejoiced at my return! How he promised to keep me with him always, even into our old age! And now he is gone!”

“Gone?” Basil echoed.

“Kidnapped,” Bernard clarified briefly, his paw still resting comfortingly on Miss Bianca’s shoulder. Something in his posture suggested that he would have gladly taken her into a comforting embrace, had circumstances and Miss Bianca permitted it – and I rather thought she would have. “Snatched from the yard of his home in Oslo. Miss Bianca saw it all from the window her palace in the Boy’s room.”

Palace? I wondered, but this was no time for idle speculation, for Miss Bianca cried out, her voice throbbing with remembered terror. “I was helpless! There was nothing I could do, no way to raise the alarm with the other Humans, for I was quite alone in the room. All I could do was slip through the bars around my palace and run as fast as I could to spread the word to the other mice who live in the house.  Several brave fellows immediately sped to the yard, but it was too late; the Boy and his captors were gone, with no trace left behind but a note, demanding ransom from the Ambassador.”  She steadied herself, her natural dignity returning to the fore. “I saw the note with my own eyes, and wrote down an exact copy.  I set the house-mice to watch the house and see what happened when the Humans discovered what had happened. I dared not trust word of this to anyone else, you see. I ran down to the docks myself - ”

“Your poor sore feet,” Bernard murmured almost to himself.

“It was nothing, Bernard. I assure you I never felt a thing,” Miss Bianca assured him, but now that I knew to look, I could see that Miss Bianca’s paws were indeed scraped and swollen. Indeed, I could see that much of her emotional state must be due at least in part to exhaustion. “I had to find Nils. He is the bravest mouse in Norway, and knows everyone. I could trust no other to start the search for the Boy. He agreed to it at once, of course. Then I ran back to the Ambassador’s House just long enough to hear what had happened in my absence. The Ambassador was closed up in conference with the Norwegian Police, while the poor Mother - ”  Miss Bianca shook her head. “I lost no time in hiding myself in the Dispatch Bag for London, to get help from the bravest mouse in the world” – and here she reached up one paw and tenderly squeezed the paw resting on her shoulder – “and the cleverest mouse in all Mousedom, Basil of Baker Street. Please, sir, I implore you. Help us find and rescue my poor Boy!”


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 8th, 2016 12:09 am (UTC)
Thank you for another chapter of this fine fic. This seems very true to The Rescuers.
Aug. 8th, 2016 05:37 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I really enjoyed the book, and tried to capture some of its voice.
Aug. 8th, 2016 04:05 am (UTC)
You've captured Miss Bianca perfectly.
Aug. 8th, 2016 05:37 am (UTC)
Thanks! I was worried I made her a bit too emotional, but she's had an exhausting and fraught 72 hours, so...
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