FIC: Untitled [Jeeves & Wooster]
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FANDOM: Jeeves & Wooster
WORD COUNT: 488
RATING: G thus far
SUMMARY: Wooster is positive Jeeves knows.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: New fandom! Am being diverted from Blackadder Goes Forth because of having trouble with getting back on track with George and Melchett. Comments would be greatly appreciated. :)
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He knows.
How could he bally well not know, is my question. Jeeves undoubtedly eats all manner of fish, morning, noon, and night, after all. To think that I could keep this secret from him, after all the years he's been in my service would be a laugh -- no, an insult -- to his good sense.
That the Wooster heart has chosen a new soul upon which to bestow its affections is not a new occurrence, but the shape of said s. would certainly be cause for alarm.
The only happy thought I had out of the whole rummy thing was that Jeeves would not have to extricate me from another engagement.
No, the situation was much worse. For he to have to suffer his employer's longing gaze...
I should let him go. It would only be right.
The horror of the thought that I would do without Jeeves came upon me rather like a bally shade as soon as the sun fell.
But, at the same time... the Wooster eyes slid over and appraised him.
Jeeves was shimmering around the room, rearranging pictures and tea trays and that sort of thing, seemingly unaware of the eyes following his every move.
He was a tall chap, with dark hair and sort of chameleon blue eyes that could change to a very dark color in just the right light. Full of frame and figure, the only deficiency seemed to be a crooked nose -- won from a tustle in his boyhood, no doubt. His hands, with long, full fingers, manipulated the smallest picture frame with the greatest of ease.
I dare say it was his hands that I noticed first, and then his arms. Strong, stalwart specimens, his arms. Able to lift the young master's worries or a tea tray with nary a problem. My first inkling that my feelings for Jeeves had ventured beyond the old feudal spirit was when I had first wished he would fold me in his arms and never let go.
Feeling the weight in my chest return, I sagged back into the old armchair, sucked some more on my cup of tea, and sighed heavily. "I say, Jeeves. Has there ever been a day when you wonder whether or not to go back to bed and wait for tomorrow to come, what?"
"I must confess to having such urges, yes." Jeeves replied, turning to face me. "Do you wish to return to bed, sir?"
I glanced up at him and shook my head. "No, no. I think I'll go down to the Drones club, see who's in, what."
A line appeared between Jeeves' eyebrows, but he didn't comment. "Very good, sir."
"Right ho, then," I said, getting up the steam before standing and grabbing my coat. "I'm off then."
Jeeves nodded. "Very good, sir."
When I closed the door behind me, I felt this horrid sensation that things were going to change.
FANDOM: Jeeves & Wooster
WORD COUNT: 488
RATING: G thus far
SUMMARY: Wooster is positive Jeeves knows.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: New fandom! Am being diverted from Blackadder Goes Forth because of having trouble with getting back on track with George and Melchett. Comments would be greatly appreciated. :)
***
He knows.
How could he bally well not know, is my question. Jeeves undoubtedly eats all manner of fish, morning, noon, and night, after all. To think that I could keep this secret from him, after all the years he's been in my service would be a laugh -- no, an insult -- to his good sense.
That the Wooster heart has chosen a new soul upon which to bestow its affections is not a new occurrence, but the shape of said s. would certainly be cause for alarm.
The only happy thought I had out of the whole rummy thing was that Jeeves would not have to extricate me from another engagement.
No, the situation was much worse. For he to have to suffer his employer's longing gaze...
I should let him go. It would only be right.
The horror of the thought that I would do without Jeeves came upon me rather like a bally shade as soon as the sun fell.
But, at the same time... the Wooster eyes slid over and appraised him.
Jeeves was shimmering around the room, rearranging pictures and tea trays and that sort of thing, seemingly unaware of the eyes following his every move.
He was a tall chap, with dark hair and sort of chameleon blue eyes that could change to a very dark color in just the right light. Full of frame and figure, the only deficiency seemed to be a crooked nose -- won from a tustle in his boyhood, no doubt. His hands, with long, full fingers, manipulated the smallest picture frame with the greatest of ease.
I dare say it was his hands that I noticed first, and then his arms. Strong, stalwart specimens, his arms. Able to lift the young master's worries or a tea tray with nary a problem. My first inkling that my feelings for Jeeves had ventured beyond the old feudal spirit was when I had first wished he would fold me in his arms and never let go.
Feeling the weight in my chest return, I sagged back into the old armchair, sucked some more on my cup of tea, and sighed heavily. "I say, Jeeves. Has there ever been a day when you wonder whether or not to go back to bed and wait for tomorrow to come, what?"
"I must confess to having such urges, yes." Jeeves replied, turning to face me. "Do you wish to return to bed, sir?"
I glanced up at him and shook my head. "No, no. I think I'll go down to the Drones club, see who's in, what."
A line appeared between Jeeves' eyebrows, but he didn't comment. "Very good, sir."
"Right ho, then," I said, getting up the steam before standing and grabbing my coat. "I'm off then."
Jeeves nodded. "Very good, sir."
When I closed the door behind me, I felt this horrid sensation that things were going to change.
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Date: 2006-02-21 09:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-21 12:19 pm (UTC)And hey, thanks for the comment! I was worried about how Bertie's voice sounded. :)
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Date: 2006-02-21 10:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-21 11:07 pm (UTC)Wow! Hello, new person! *waves cheerfully*
I hope to have more soon. :)
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Date: 2006-02-21 11:12 pm (UTC)I hope to have more soon. :)
Good, good. *g*
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Date: 2006-02-21 11:15 pm (UTC)To be honest, I'm rather new to the Jeeves and Wooster fandom, so really, I'm a newbie. *blush*
As for you being new, you're new to the fic journal, and I like new peoples who I've never had reply to my stuff before, so I'm all sorts of pleased. :D
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Date: 2006-02-21 11:23 pm (UTC)I like new peoples who I've never had reply to my stuff before, so I'm all sorts of pleased. :D
Yay! I like pleasing people and meeting new people. *g*
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Date: 2006-02-22 12:00 am (UTC)*G*
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Date: 2006-02-22 12:29 am (UTC)You write George/Melchett?!!? Must glut myself.
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Date: 2006-02-22 12:37 am (UTC)*squeep*
His hands, with long, full fingers, manipulated the smallest picture frame with the greatest of ease.
*wants to be a picture frame for a bit*
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Date: 2006-02-22 12:55 am (UTC)I'd love to read more :)
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Date: 2006-02-22 01:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-22 01:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-22 02:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-22 03:15 am (UTC)for a full list of what I've written so far. :)
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Date: 2006-02-22 03:19 am (UTC)And I think just about everybody wants to be that picture frame.
:D
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Date: 2006-02-22 03:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-22 03:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-22 03:20 am (UTC)Psst. I'm hoping this will lead into my AU idea.
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Date: 2006-02-22 03:30 am (UTC)If you do not produce the next installment, and quickly, I shall come after you with the axe I keep in my sock drawer.
You have been warned.
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Date: 2006-02-22 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-22 04:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-22 04:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-22 04:52 am (UTC)I have people threatening me with bodily harm if I don't continue?
...
eee yay!
::wonders if she's correct in assuming that the axe is a Spode reference::
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Date: 2006-02-22 05:06 am (UTC)