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darktrent182) wrote2006-03-04 05:44 pm
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FIC: At Odds [Jeeves & Wooster]
TITLE: At Odds
DISCLAIMER: Jeeves and Wooster don't belong to me -- they belong to P.G. Wodehouse. Written for entertainment purposes, no money made, please don't sue, yadda. The only character I own is Hannigan.
FANDOM: Jeeves & Wooster
WORD COUNT: 588
RATING: G
SUMMARY: A week later, it is imperative to find a distraction.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Follows Once More, With Feeling. Partially unbeta'd, so all the mistakes are my own doing. To be honest, I can't remember who read it over, but I'm sure one of them was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rhapsody_iv. I grovel and apologize profusely.
CHRONOLOGY:
1. Untitled Bertie Piece
2. On Mister Wooster
3. The Trouble with the Truth
4. Standing Firm
5. Once More, With Feeling
6. This Entry
***
Desperate times call for desperate measures, it appears.
Mister Wooster's insistence upon certain... liberties after returning home the conquering hero of the darts tournament was not unexpected, but it served as a reminder that if I mean to divert my employer's attentions from myself, I must do it soon, or my self-control may not last.
In the days following the tournament, I have noticed Mister Wooster has been remarkably quiet, watching my movements when he thinks I am not paying attention. I am not sure what he sees when he watches me, but he never tires of it. When I first entered Mister Wooster's employ, he would watch me move about the flat with a sort of awed look, as though I were something more than a capable and efficient valet. Now, however, his mouth rests closed, his brows lower just a little, and his eyes seem wistfully hopeless as they mark my every movement.
In the early days of my attraction to Mister Wooster, I found subtle, if inappropriate, ways of expressing my desire, though I am inclined to believe they were lost on Mister Wooster. There was nothing indecent -- a valet is, if I might take the liberty, poised, ever vigilant, and above all, discreet.
However, a favorite indulgence of mine had been to hand him a cup of tea, and while doing so, allow our fingers to brush. To receive such a touch was a moment of intimacy to treasure. While my employer had not freely given these careless touches to me, he allowed them without comment, merely accepting the cup with a winsome smile and drink.
Now, that little intimacy is not solely mine anymore. The guilty pleasure of touching his hand or his arm becomes a moment of startlement for Mister Wooster, despite the number of times it has happened over the past week. When our fingers touch, his eyes snap up to meet mine, bewildered and worried. The ready comparison of Mister Wooster to a kicked puppy is not remiss in this instance, I fear.
I have not replied to his questioning look when such physical contact occurs because I am unsure how best to respond. Mister Wooster has behaved as a gentleman befitting his station, and these small touches that I've treasured for so long now seem to cause more doubt and anxiety in my employer than the genial bemusement of the days before he knew of my attraction to him. I have stated that becoming more intimate with each other is unwelcome, but habits deeply ingrained over the past year tell him otherwise, if I'm not mistaken.
This is not right, and moreover, it is not fair to him.
With each passing day, he grows quieter, and has even begun the habit of reclining on the sofa, staring at a candelabrum or even a corner of the coffee table, deep in thought. Telling from his frustrated expression, wherever his thoughts have taken him has proved less than pleasant.
Now is the time that a distraction is most needed. Mister Wooster tends to have difficulty focusing on more than the immediate crisis he has been asked to deal with or to help solve, and as such, he would find it difficult to concentrate on his feelings for me whilst attempting to aid one of his friends "out of the soup", as he likes to call it.
I too would be better served by a distraction, if only to remind myself that succumbing to my employer's charms would be disastrous beyond measure.
END
DISCLAIMER: Jeeves and Wooster don't belong to me -- they belong to P.G. Wodehouse. Written for entertainment purposes, no money made, please don't sue, yadda. The only character I own is Hannigan.
FANDOM: Jeeves & Wooster
WORD COUNT: 588
RATING: G
SUMMARY: A week later, it is imperative to find a distraction.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Follows Once More, With Feeling. Partially unbeta'd, so all the mistakes are my own doing. To be honest, I can't remember who read it over, but I'm sure one of them was
rhapsody_iv. I grovel and apologize profusely.CHRONOLOGY:
1. Untitled Bertie Piece
2. On Mister Wooster
3. The Trouble with the Truth
4. Standing Firm
5. Once More, With Feeling
6. This Entry
***
Desperate times call for desperate measures, it appears.
Mister Wooster's insistence upon certain... liberties after returning home the conquering hero of the darts tournament was not unexpected, but it served as a reminder that if I mean to divert my employer's attentions from myself, I must do it soon, or my self-control may not last.
In the days following the tournament, I have noticed Mister Wooster has been remarkably quiet, watching my movements when he thinks I am not paying attention. I am not sure what he sees when he watches me, but he never tires of it. When I first entered Mister Wooster's employ, he would watch me move about the flat with a sort of awed look, as though I were something more than a capable and efficient valet. Now, however, his mouth rests closed, his brows lower just a little, and his eyes seem wistfully hopeless as they mark my every movement.
In the early days of my attraction to Mister Wooster, I found subtle, if inappropriate, ways of expressing my desire, though I am inclined to believe they were lost on Mister Wooster. There was nothing indecent -- a valet is, if I might take the liberty, poised, ever vigilant, and above all, discreet.
However, a favorite indulgence of mine had been to hand him a cup of tea, and while doing so, allow our fingers to brush. To receive such a touch was a moment of intimacy to treasure. While my employer had not freely given these careless touches to me, he allowed them without comment, merely accepting the cup with a winsome smile and drink.
Now, that little intimacy is not solely mine anymore. The guilty pleasure of touching his hand or his arm becomes a moment of startlement for Mister Wooster, despite the number of times it has happened over the past week. When our fingers touch, his eyes snap up to meet mine, bewildered and worried. The ready comparison of Mister Wooster to a kicked puppy is not remiss in this instance, I fear.
I have not replied to his questioning look when such physical contact occurs because I am unsure how best to respond. Mister Wooster has behaved as a gentleman befitting his station, and these small touches that I've treasured for so long now seem to cause more doubt and anxiety in my employer than the genial bemusement of the days before he knew of my attraction to him. I have stated that becoming more intimate with each other is unwelcome, but habits deeply ingrained over the past year tell him otherwise, if I'm not mistaken.
This is not right, and moreover, it is not fair to him.
With each passing day, he grows quieter, and has even begun the habit of reclining on the sofa, staring at a candelabrum or even a corner of the coffee table, deep in thought. Telling from his frustrated expression, wherever his thoughts have taken him has proved less than pleasant.
Now is the time that a distraction is most needed. Mister Wooster tends to have difficulty focusing on more than the immediate crisis he has been asked to deal with or to help solve, and as such, he would find it difficult to concentrate on his feelings for me whilst attempting to aid one of his friends "out of the soup", as he likes to call it.
I too would be better served by a distraction, if only to remind myself that succumbing to my employer's charms would be disastrous beyond measure.
END
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*cough* I have no idea of what kind of discussion you might be referring to. Not at all. *shifty eyes*
Jeeves strikes me as the kind of guy who clings to propriety and duty like a security blanket.
That is very true. I like the notion (put forward in a fic a few days ago) that Jeeves is using his valet-status as a persona of sorts. I'm not going to such lengths as suggesting that he's a spy/super criminal or anything, but I do believe that Jeeves *must* be hiding something behind his rather stiff exterior. Not neccesarily something evil, just his humanity. That's what I like about Stephen's take on Jeeves (which I know was neccesary due to the lack of Bertie narrative); he comes across as human.
Bertie, otoh, is so expressive and unafraid to show himself and how he's feeling that he's the perfect foil for Jeeves. I really think that Jeeves would be attracted to that forthrightness, along with the good heart, and Hugh Laurie looking absolutely adorable and edible at the same time as Bertie.
Amen to that. Bertie needs Jeeves, that much is obvious, but Jeeves needs Bertie too. They balance eachother so well.
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*patpat* No need to do all that. It's spawning a bunny, though I doubt that bunny will be part of this story arc, considering that this story arc is so nebulously placed in the grand scheme of things.
Not necessarily something evil, just his humanity
A very good point. I know I commented that I immediately thought of Stephen Fry as Sherlock Holmes or something, but yes. You have to wonder what happened to Jeeves that he's so rigid about his persona as Jeeves-the-valet.
They balance each other so well.
And yes, they *do* balance each other well. When Jeeves won't show emotion, Bertie will make up for it in spades.
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Ohh, twagic past! ... Ok, not tragic, but interesting at the very least.
And yes, they *do* balance each other well. When Jeeves won't show emotion, Bertie will make up for it in spades.
Yeah, and when Bertie won't show any intelligence, Jeeves more than makes up for it.
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Now, the conundrum is, who'd be better in bed, Bertie or Jeeves?
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What he might lack in technique, he would made up for in enthusiasm, playfulness and emotion.
But then again, I'm a Bertie-fangirl all the way. :)
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That's exactly what it's about--a manservant who takes his job so seriously he forgets to be human. It's a very sad book. I recommend highly.
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Hey, wasn't it made into a movie with Emma Thompson some years ago?
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*drumroll*
HANNIBAL!!!!!
Allright, it was Anthony Hopkins, the same actor who played Hannibal, but that's who I think of every time I see him. It totally ruined the movie for me. I expected him to start eating brains at any minute.
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