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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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*scrolls down to the top of the post, is surprised to find it for a Jooster story, instead of her new SGA one*
*reads comment like a wide-eyed hamster*
*hurts herself trying not to laugh*
I have a slight suspicion that you might possibly be evil.
My muse is quite frequently evil, but I think I've just sort of come to accept it?
Reason being, of course, that you write this enormously believable fic saga and get to just before the good part before you stop.
Ah, yes, my muse kicking in again. I too feel rather proud over the believability of the arc -- I kept finding yet another Jeeves/Wooster story where they happily hopped into bed after realizing their love for each other. Hey, I love happy endings best of all, but if Jeeves is too intelligent to blindly throw caution to the wind, I just can't see him going through with it, and then he and Bertie getting into serious trouble that he might be able to get them out of later on.
So, yes, my story arc was in response to that, but at the same time, I ended up painting myself in a corner. It would take a much longer Wodehouse-esque fic in order to combat Jeeves' reservations, and get Bertie to somehow convince him to make a leap of faith on the Wooster person, as it were. Since the idea of such an involved story (because wow, Wodehouse was convoluted!) actually kind of scared me, I've been stalled ever since.
Also, my pain at the lack of any more of this fic is added to by the fact that the first time I read it, I glanced at the date of posting and thought you'd posted within the last month or so, and so I was quite hopeful that there would soon be more.
Upon closer inspection I realized I'd forgotten to check the *year*
*bites lip hard* I've done that a number of times myself, to be honest. Part 2 of an arc is so awesome, and God, I want more, and there was never more than Part 2 in 2005! DAMMIT!
So, yes, I feel your pain. I'm sorry! Did you find any other fics that tickled your fancy? I'm always curious.
It's recced on INDEED, SIR, in regards to your subscript question a comment above, but I think you knew that, since you appear to be a member.
*hard blink* It actually got recced there? Or did you just find my story notices in the archive? It's a very rare thing that something of mine actually gets recced that I always sort of stare at the post in wonder and amazement at such posts.
And so, ahem: more, please?
About the best way to really get me back into Jooster is for me to borrow more audiobooks and such from the library, or read the books again (and I can never remember which stories are in which collection, or their timeline), and then submerge into the fandom again. Considering I just managed to finish a 14,000+ word story in the SGA fandom, I'm still stuck in that headspace as it were, trying to think of a sequel for the first story.
I hope to get back to it soon, though. I'm always rather touched and amazed when new people find this older stuff after so long that I end up getting nostalgic, which helps to get back into the headspace. *^^*