Disclaimer: So by now you should all know the drill and this is the last time I'm going to say this for a while. You think I like telling you all that I don't own them? I don't. Let me have my dreams. So I'm not going to be writing another disclaimer for a while on this story. I don't own Harry Potter or The Librarian or Sherlock. Such is life but I'm going to pretend that I do and then play with them. Yes that is exactly what I've been doing. Anyway…yeah, I'm done. One with the story.

You Want to Do What?

Chapter Summary: Now that Luna has taken care of Moriarty she knows that she needs to get Sherlock out of London for a bit to let Mycroft take care of the nuisance. She proposes a road trip. Wherever will they go?

Luna was back to lying on the floor of Flynn's bedroom watching the Light Warblers dance when she heard the boys return from their shopping trip. She smiled up at the Light Warblers. "Don't tell," she whispered to them. "I'll have to tell Harrymine later but don't tell SherlockHolmes. He'll get all huffy about JamesMoriarty and JohnWatson will be worried. So just keep my secrets right?" She listened to them for a moment and then beamed at them. "Thank you."

She'd known that the Light Warblers would never tell SherlockHolmes about his visitor. They liked him just as much as she did. They knew that JamesMoriarty would have tilted things in their world to a terrifying degree. Had she not interrupted his plans there would have been blood and tears and SherlockHolmes would no longer be SherlockHolmes. She didn't think he would have died but as she wasn't positive she didn't want to take the chance.

She could hear the boy's voices more clearly as the front door to the flat was opened. She knew they hadn't been successful in their endeavors. Four hours of looking at furniture and all they'd brought home was a telly. Boys were strange.

"The living room—" FlynnCarson sounded exasperated and tired. He must not have enjoyed the shopping trip as much as he'd thought he would. She should have warned him that shopping with SherlockHolmes was an exercise in patience…unless they were grocery shopping The Luna Way as John called it. That was probably her mistake. They'd taken FlynnCarson shopping the first day they'd known him. He probably expected all of their shopping trips to be the same. She shrugged to herself, he knew better now.

"Parlour," Sherlock corrected him with a haughty tone to his posh voice. Luna thought that might be a bit redundant but Sherlock did sound very upper crust right then.

"Yes, thank you," Flynn sounded resigned now. It was as though Sherlock had been correcting him all morning and he'd decided that in order to finish their mission he just had to put up with it. "The parlour isn't big enough for a TV—"

"Telly," Sherlock corrected him again. "It's a telly, Carson." Luna knew Sherlock was giving FlynnCarson that 'you're an idiot' look that he was so very good at. Luna giggled silently and wondered if Harrymine was finding the discussion as amusing as she was. She was willing to bet that he was. His emerald green eyes would be sparkling and his lips twitching in that way they had. She liked to kiss him when he was trying not to smile. It tickled.

"Sherlock," John's voice held a tinge of exasperated warning. "Be nice." Something she was sure he'd said hundreds of times in the time he'd known Sherlock.

"I'm never nice," Sherlock refuted with a smug sounding grin. Luna wondered at that. How could a grin and she knew he was grinning; she could hear it which was the point, how could a grin sound like anything? The grin itself didn't make any noise so how could Sherlock's sound so smug?

"The telly is too big for the parlour," Flynn said with an icy politeness to his voice. Luna knew that tone wouldn't faze Sherlock. He never reacted to tones of voice, unless they were John's and even then he usually ignored John's irritation until it became anger and then he'd retreat into silence as he attempted to figure out what he'd done to make John angry. But FlynnCarson wasn't JohnWatson and if Flynn wanted to make a point then he would have to beat Sherlock around the head with it. She grinned at that image as well. She'd like to see that someday.

"Lunalove?" Harry's voice called to her from the parlour and she stood. She was tired of being alone anyway. She wanted to see her boys and assure herself that nothing untoward had occurred while they'd been out. She knew nothing actually had but being in the presence of JamesMoriarty had given her a few irrational fears. She wondered if that was one of the wrackspurts secret weapons. It would explain quite a bit actually. "You still in here?"

He didn't sound particularly worried. She was glad. She didn't like when Harrymine was worried. His forehead crinkled up and his normally bright green eyes dimmed. Yes, she thought to herself as she headed for the bedroom door, a road trip would be just the thing to relax all of her boys and especially Harrymine. He needed to disappear for a little while. Besides a road trip would be fun. She'd never been on one before.

Luna leaned against the door jamb to the bedroom and smiled sunnily at her four boys. All of them seemed quite healthy and well. Good she would never admit it to anyone else but she'd been very worried that maybe JamesMoriarty had been a distraction and the real villain had found them. "I'm here, Harrymine." She grinned at Flynn happily. "There is a very lovely colony of Light Warblers in your new bedroom, FlynnCarson. Be sure to feed them regularly." Her tone was admonishing even as her silvery eyes sparkled at him.

Flynn nodded uncertainly and shifted his grip on the large box he and John were carrying. He looked at the other three men and opened his mouth once before shutting it with a click of teeth. "Um…what do they eat exactly and why do I want to feed them anyway? What are Light Warblers?" He rubbed at his ear in confusion.

This was why Luna liked Flynn and John and Sherlock and even Draco. All of them were willing in their own ways to believe. Harrymine was in a class all by himself. He believed her without even thinking about it. "They eat your thoughts…well, sort of," she told him happily. "They don't take them away, you'll still remember them." She assured him and then paused and cocked her head to the side. "Well, unless you don't want to." She shrugged. She'd never tried to feed them a thought she wanted to forget. She had never wanted to forget any of her thoughts. Even during the war she'd wanted to keep her own thoughts, sometimes they were all she had to remind her that she was Luna. "Light Warblers will pluck the thoughts from the air and use them for food. I guess you could feed them a whole thought. Never really tried because even the sad and the bad thoughts have a purpose." She shook her head to clear it of the distraction. "You want them to stay around because they make you smarter or the dust they leave behind does. SherlockHolmes and Teddybear and I have been conducting an experiment to find out which it is. Come here and I'll show them to you." She beckoned him to the bedroom.

"Does he have more than me?" Sherlock asked with his lips turning down in a jealous frown. "Go get me a jar, John." He ordered imperiously. "He's not allowed to have more Light Warblers than me."

Luna turned back around and glared at Sherlock with darkened grey eyes. "You will not put Light Warblers in a jar, SherlockHolmes." She told him hotly. "Light Warblers are free creatures. You will not cage them." SherlockHolmes needed to learn better manners or his Light Warblers would flee from him and the intelligence he so loved to boast about would be gone like a feather in the wind.

Sherlock blinked at her, feeling a bit disconcerted. He didn't like it when Luna used that tone any more than he liked it when John did. Sherlock always felt out of sorts when they sounded angry with him. John and Luna weren't people made for anger even if they both seemed to be really good at it. "I wasn't going to, Luna," he said quietly in as close to a truly apologetic tone as he ever got. "I'll let them out in my flat. I promise." He turned earnest blue eyes on her in the hopes of cooling her temper.

"Hey now," Flynn interrupted. He didn't care for the anger in Luna's voice either. He didn't think he'd ever seen her angry. "This is my apartment—I mean flat, and that makes them my Light Warblers. I'm keeping every single one of them and if you try to kidnap them I'll…I'll do something." He set down his end of the box containing the 72 inch telly forcing John to set his own end on the ground. Flynn walked over to stand beside Luna and peered into the bedroom with a bit of wariness. "Where are they? And again, what are they?"

Luna took his hand and led him to the middle of the bedroom. Sherlock followed them eagerly. Luna reached out and took his hand too. She tugged them both to lie down beside her and pointed towards the ceiling. "Do you see the sparkles?" She felt Flynn nod while Sherlock stayed still. Sherlock was staying quiet to let her explain the tiny creatures that fascinated them both. "That's their wings. They're tiny so all you can ever see of them is the reflection of the sun off their wings. They leave behind dust to make you smarter and all they ask in return is for you to think around them. So you will have to think very hard in this room. They'll stay if you do. If you don't they'll leave and then you won't have any dust." Her voice sounded very sad at the thought of a household without any Light Warblers. Unfortunately she did know a few. She'd tried to tell Mrs. Weasley how beneficial the Light Warblers were but the motherly woman had only scoffed at her and continued to wipe away the dust the few Light Warblers the Burrow had had left.

She felt Flynn's nod beside her again. "What happens if you try to catch them?" He wondered out loud. It had to be something very bad for Luna to get angry over it.

Luna twisted her head to look at him with a frown, leftover anger behind her grey gaze. "They die and become dust. But not the kind that makes you smart. So don't try it. SherlockHolmes has a sample of the dust they leave upstairs if you want to look at it. So leave them be." She lifted a hand and shook her finger at both of the men lying on either side of her.

Flynn nodded warily and Sherlock followed his lead with alacrity. He didn't want Luna angry with him any longer than absolutely necessary. "Okay, Luna," Flynn agreed. He sat up and then heaved himself to his feet. "I have to go take care of the telly. You coming?"

Luna put her hands by her shoulders and flipped herself to her feet. Flynn and Sherlock both stared in wonder at her. "Yes," she nodded.

"I thought they only did that in the movies," Flynn muttered to Sherlock.

Sherlock shrugged. "Obviously not."

Luna ignored them both. "I have a proposal for the group and Draco should be here soon so I can talk to all of you." She headed determinedly for the bedroom door again.

Flynn's whiskey brown eyes widened and a flush appeared across his cheekbones. "He's coming here?" Flynn squeaked and then cleared his throat. "I mean…that's great, that he's coming here. That I—we'll get to hang out with him again. It's great, really." He was nodding quickly.

Sherlock snickered at him. "You're blushing, Carson," he pointed out. "I'll admit Draco is aesthetically pleasing but there is no need to drool over him. He isn't the most good looking man of your acquaintance, is he?"

"Of course not," Flynn scoffed and then thought about it. "Well…um…I mean you're rather nice looking in a supercilious way, I guess. Harry's got gorgeous eyes and John just makes people want to cuddle him. So yeah, Draco is the most interesting and good looking man of my acquaintance." He nodded the flush deepening a bit.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and snorted. John was far more pleasing to look at than the blond wizard. But if Carson preferred Draco then he wouldn't be horning in on John's time with Sherlock so he made no effort to dissuade Carson from Draco.

Luna giggled and shook her head at FlynnCarson's transparency as well as SherlockHolmes possessiveness. "It is," she agreed. "My cousin is a very interesting young man, is he not?" She asked Flynn. She would have teased Sherlock as well but she knew that neither of that pair had recognized how compatible they were. Draco, at least, acknowledge the attraction between he and FlynnCarson.

"Yeah," Flynn nodded and stared off into the distance as he thought of the lithe blond and then he shook off the thoughts and smiled sheepishly at Luna. "So what did you want to talk to us about?" He really didn't want to discuss Draco anymore. He'd never been attracted to a man before and it was disconcerting to find the blond so very attractive.

Luna shook her head stubbornly as she walked over to stand beside her husband. "We will wait for Draco to come," she insisted. "I have to tell you all at the same time or no one will agree."

"Agree to what, Lunalove?" Harry asked and wrapped an arm over her shoulders. He loved that she was one of the few people he knew that was even shorter than he was. She made him feel tall and protective in a way that was more comforting than the annoying way the Wizarding World insisted on him keeping them safe. His wife didn't need him to protect her but she would let him and that was the difference to him. "I always agree with you, you know?"

Luna smiled up at him, her silver eyes bright with love, affection and pleasure. "Except when you don't," she murmured and kissed his cheek softly. "Though I have never minded disagreeing with you. Making up is ever so much fun." Her silver eyes sparkled and her breath danced across his skin.

Harry smiled back at her and leaned over to press a kiss to her lips. He wondered if he could get the others to go the Hell away so that he and Luna could take advantage of the empty flat and all the room as there was no furniture.

"Hey now!" Flynn laughed. "You two wanna do that kind of thing get out of my apart—flat! No one gets to christen it until I do it first." He swallowed at the images that produced in his head and brushed the thoughts aside as much as he could. He'd done enough blushing for one day.

"I thought you lot were going furniture shopping today," Draco's sulky voice broke into the laughter that had followed Flynn's complaint. He ambled into the parlour from the open door and stared around at the empty flat. "All I see is one box with a…telly? You really bought a seventy two inch telly, Carson? For this tiny little flat? Have you lost what little was left of your mind?" He shook his head in exasperation and his gray eyes found Flynn's brown ones.

Flynn shrugged easily, struggling not to drown in silvery gray, and pointed at Sherlock with one long finger. "It's his fault," he accused with a slight smile. Really those eyes…

Sherlock scowled at him, irritated when Flynn didn't even notice. What was so entrancing about Malfoy's eyes? They weren't hazel with golden flecks like John's were. John's eyes were nice to get lost in. Sherlock didn't think Malfoy's were nearly as attractive. "Isn't," he insisted. "Besides Luna's been plotting without us." He pointed out what was obvious to him. She had that look about her. The one that said she was trying to hide something.

Every eye turned to the blond girl and she sighed heavily. "Oh my."

HP/LL SH/JW DM/FC

Luna stared at her boys and tilted her head to the side in thought. Really, did they all have to stare at her like that? They were making her nervous. Well, not really but she thought that those stares should make her nervous. It wasn't her fault she found them more amusing than intimidating.

"Lunalove?" Harry questioned gently and tightened the arm around her shoulders bringing her closer to him and letting her shelter against his side. "Something you'd care to share?"

Luna blinked at all of them for a moment longer gathering her scattered thoughts. "Well, Gran Andi and I have discussed this for a bit now. We think that Harrymine needs a real vacation. A vacation where nearly everyone is unaware of where exactly we've gone," she held up a hand when all five men tried to voice protests. "I'm not finished. Draco also needs to get away from certain factors that are making his life difficult."

Harry couldn't stop the snicker building up in his nose. "Cough, Pansy, cough, Daphne, cough, Aunt Cissy, cough—"

"Cough, Weaselette, cough, Mama Weasel, cough, Granger, cough." Draco retorted hotly.

Luna rolled her eyes. "Enough, boys. We get it. We're going on a road trip. All of us. We're going to look for the Crumple Horned Snorkack. So everyone get packed. The aeroplane leaves at six p.m. That gives you all six hours to pack up what you want. Go on," she made a shooing motion with her hand, pulled out of Harry's arms, turned on her heel and apparated away.

John stared at the space Luna had occupied only moments ago. "What if we can't go on a road trip because we have to work?" He wondered.

"It's Luna, John," Sherlock scoffed. "She's already cleared our schedules and had the house elves packing everything we'll need. She probably knows where our first five stops are as well."

Harry sighed and nodded. "Well, we'd best go pack our personal items. You all know there is no way we're getting out of this."

"I don't mind," Flynn said. "It could be fun." He paused then and cocked his head to the side. "I hope she rented a van or something large. I am not going on a road trip with all of us crammed like sardines in a station wagon."

"Did she say aeroplane?" Draco squeaked. "Um…you know…I think Mother has a party she needs me to attend next week. I couldn't possibly go and leave her without an escort."

Harry grabbed his arm before he could apparate out. "Draco," he said slowly. "You know very well what your cousin is like. She's already told Aunt Cissy. You are not chickening out because you've never been on an aeroplane. I haven't either you know. Don't let your fears control you."

"Do you know how many people die a year in plane crashes?" Draco hissed with wide gray eyes. "A whole lot."

"There are less airplane related deaths in a year than there are automobile related deaths. Significantly. But you don't refuse to ride in a car do you?" Flynn asked.

"Have you ever seen me in an auto, Carson?" Draco shot back. "I don't trust your Muggle machinery. Why can't you come up with safe ways to travel?"

Harry gaped at him and then laughed so hard he had to sit down on the floor before he fell over. "Splinching? Fire? Nauseating roller coaster rides? Wizarding ways aren't much better, Dray," he finally gasped out.

Draco glared at him. "Sometimes Potter I really do hate you."

There was a quiet pop and Winky appeared and glared at them all. "Masters must hurry up. Only has five hours and forty three minutes left." She disappeared after shaking a finger at all of them.

"Guess that's our cue then," John laughed. "C'mon Sherlock, Winky and Kreacher won't touch your experiments and you'll need to clean up any body parts so they don't stink up the place while we're gone."

Sherlock sighed. "I was in the middle of a very interesting experiment involving toe nails, eye balls and Light Warblers dust. I'll have to recreate it when we return, if the environmental conditions are the same."

"Sounds fun," John nodded.

Sherlock was a bit disappointed that no one even seemed to raise a brow at his experiment. They were becoming far too inured to his eccentricities. Still he thought he might prefer to have friends that didn't mind his brusque nature to being able to shock them anytime he felt like it. Mycroft's 'sentiment is a disadvantage' be damned, Sherlock had never felt so content in his life. And now he was going to be going on a road trip with the interesting people that had insisted on befriending him. Sherlock didn't think he'd ever been happier. He watched John's jean clad arse ascend the stairs in front of him and decided only one thing could be better. Who knew what would happen while they were away though?