Summary: Why does Sherlock have a harpoon in the first place?
Rated: K
Sherlock had never been good at sleeping. Sleeping was boring. His mind would go in a million different directions when he slept, and when he woke up he forgot them all. As a result, he decided that sleeping was just a waste of brain time. He needed to be up and active.
Mycroft would have none of that, though. When he realized that his young brother was staying up all night he started checking on Sherlock every hour or so. He was almost grown, so Mummy let him stay up as long as he wanted.
Sherlock needed a way to trick Mycroft into thinking he was in his bed, which was how he ended up adopting a harpoon as a cherished companion. The old thing was trapped in the very back of the shed, under bags of sand and dirt, rusting away. Sherlock collected it from it's tomb and restored it best he could.
When it was as clean as it could possibly be he lay it out on his bed, surrounded it with a lump but small sheet, and a small pillow for his head, then covered it all up. The harpoon kept the sheets in place so they didn't fall away from the original shape and made it look much more like him - skinny, frail, lanky - than any pillow substitute would.
He them proceeded to enjoy many a night out of bed, thinking and experimenting outdoors, while Mycroft mistook the harpoon for him.
When Sherlock moved to his own apartment his brought it with him, though he refused to admit that it was for sentiment.
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