Indeed, Sir

Drabble: Eleven in the ack emma and Bertie wakes

“This Darjeeling is topping.”
“Indeed, sir?” Bertie sighed.
“I’m sorry for…” Bertie had no idea. “Whatever has you so bally pipped, no sympathy to be had…” An eyebrow quirked. “Dash it! Did I forget your birthday?”
“Yours.”
“Oh, but, I don’t…” Bertie looked down, “…they…parents.”
The mattress dipped. Gentle hands took the tea and folded Bertie into a warm embrace. “I bought you some purple socks.” Jeeves whispered.
“Thank-you, Reg.”
“You’re welcome, darling.”
“Can we have a tumble now?”
“You can only wear them in the flat.”
“Or maybe a naked snuggle.”
“Not your club.”
“Right now?”
“With great pleasure.”

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Aw! Bertie ignores his own birthday? Thank goodness he has Jeeves! (It cracks me up how Jeeves buys him purple socks and then proceeds to stress the limits upon which they may be worn. Even as Bertie is trying to drag him into bed. Ha! :)

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Well, it's not proper to wear purple socks to the club. They seem to not be communicating very well until the very end of this little effort, poor things.

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Aw poor Bertie. I'm constantly wanting to cuddle him, whether I'm reading the actual books or fanfiction. I'm not certain Bertie would appreciate random cuddles from me though, and I'm certain Jeeves wouldn't approve.

Well at least in this drabble he has Jeeves to give him comfort, and purple socks too (even if he can only where them in the flat.)

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I am sure that you are right about the random cuddles--they are British, after all. ; )

Well, it would not do to have Bertie prancing about London in purple socks after all the effort that went into correcting this problem in the first place.

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Awwwww! That's love from a Jeeves, you know... purple socks.
Topping, old thing!

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Thank-you. Hopefully Bertie learned his lesson with the last pair of purple socks and doesn't try to sneak out in them.

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Drabble: A splendid project

“I say, Jeeves.”
The paragon of valets looked up patiently. “Yes, sir?” Bertie quivered like a plucked bowstring. “Do you require something?” The Jeevesian eyes narrowed as he took in the splotches of paint and paste on the green with faint grey twill. “Something is amiss with your suit, sir. May I be of assistance?”
“Yes, indeed, Jeeves. You do a knock-up copperplate.”
“Thank-you, sir.” Jeeves suppressed a groan at the mess. Where had he gotten paint and paste?
“I’ll help you clean up, Jeeves.”
“That will not be necessary, sir.”
“An extra snuggle?”
“Perhaps a few.”
“Right ho, Jeeves.”

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Edited Date: 2012-11-04 07:27 pm (UTC)

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D'awwwwww!

Jolly sweet of you - made me smile :)

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Hope you are feeling better and sympathized and whatnot...

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Drabble: In which there's a close call and not nearly as much comfort as I wanted to stick in this drabble.

Mr. Wooster had been seriously ill and it was the previous night that his fever had broken. It had been too close. If Mr. Little had not barged into the flat and then proceeded to send a telegram bringing me home, things could have turned out horribly different.

“Sir?”

At the sound of my voice his eyes opened. “Jeeves.” His voice was barely a whisper but he smiled brightly. “Now that you’re here, I might just pull through.”

“I will make certain of it, sir,” I promised him. I then moved to help him sit up and drink his tea.

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Oh! Poor Bertie... how did Bingo know where to find Jeeves?

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Thanks!

Um.. you know I didn't think of that. Hm... perhaps Bertie (before he got sick) mentioned where Jeeves was vacationing, or maybe Jeeves was only a short distance away like at Brinkley Manor and Bingo knew that?

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Maybe he just called the Junior Ganymede Club... I thought all the valets belonged to that.

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That could work. :) I'd imagine they'd be all stuffy at first. Probably saying something about not giving information about their members. They'd probably loosen up once Bingo explained why he called though.

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Possibly... ; )

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*hides her head in the sand* BERTIEEEEEE! Thank all the gods your Jeeves is home.

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Thank you! It was a bit of a close call but everything will be all right now that Jeeves is there.

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Oh, that just makes me all warm inside about how Jeeves cares for his Bertie.
Lovely job!

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Thank you!

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Drabble: Paragons and Ginger Beer

"Please, sir, go back to bed. I shall be perfectly—HHWWOOOOLLLGG!"

"Yes, you will be perfectly hwolg, and that's why I'm here. You don't really think I'd leave you all here alone to be sick, do you?"

"It would undoubtedly be in your best interests. Thank you, sir."

"Rinse your mouth with that, I've got ginger beer to settle your stomach.'

"Sir, I…"

"Pish and tosh, Jeeves! You take excellent care of me, the least I can do is soothe your fevered brow and keep your disarrayed locks out of the commode."

"Thank you, sir. I shall be better directly."

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very tempered and whispery squeeee..... you, know so as not to disturb Jeeves.

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Of course not, poor baby. You just know it's something they both ate, and Bertie's gormless, cheerful system is just packing it on through while Jeeves's finer organism is shrieking about madness and poison and initiating emergency ejection procedures.

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I did not get all of that. For some reason, I was thinking "Junior Ganymede," "Brinkley" and "food poisoning."

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Perfectly valid alternate interpretation. Poor Jeeves.

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Thank-you (although I do like your conception much better)

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EW! Poor, poor Jeeves!
Good ol' Bertie.

Nicely done, as usual, old fruit.

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Naw, poor Jeeves.:( And since I run for the hills any time anyone gets sick, I sympathise with Bertie here ;)

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Man hath no greater love than to stick around and help with puking. XD

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DRABBLE: Tea, Sympathy, And Lovingly Burnt Toast

“I might be getting the hang of this cooking wheeze, old thing.” Bertie’s smile was slightly nervous as he carried the tray into Jeeves’ room. “Tea and toast. Just the thing when you’re sick, what?”

Flushed with fever and miserable, Jeeves looked torn between pained and pleased. The dark brown toast looked much more appetising than the small slab of home-made charcoal he’d been offered the previous morning.

“Sir, you really need not—” Jeeves began, but Bertie interrupted with determined cheer.

“I know, Jeeves, but I want to.”

Unable to refuse Bertie’s earnest kindness, Jeeves murmured, “Thank you, sir.”

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Bertie is so sweet, but poor Jeeves... even sick, he still has to coddle Bertie and take care of his feelings.

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I giggled at Bertie's earlier attempts to make toast. He must've needed a book for that, too.... but on the plus side, that's one housekeeping skill to add to his arsenal!

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Drabble: Untitled

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"I say, Jeeves, are you ill?"

"Only a reaction, sir. I fear the pollen hereabouts does not agree with me," said Jeeves, dabbing at his nose with a handkerchief. It really was dashed odd to see the fellow looking perfectly miserable, with streaming eyes and a nose as red as if he'd quaffed one too many last night.

"Well, for goodness' sake don't work too hard, will you? Tell you what, I'll make you some tea or soup-"

"Sir, that will not be necessary," said Jeeves, and sprang towards the kettle as if the hounds of war were after him.

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Oh, poor Jeeves. XD

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