weekly drabble challenge
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Remembrance
Sorry I missed this yesterday - still ill!:(
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Date: 2012-11-10 02:43 pm (UTC)A flash of red drew the e. from the steaming tea held aloft in the Jeevesian hand like a sacred thing proffered by a high priest of one of the posher cults. Red rimmed his e.s as well. I plucked the poppy from his trembling fingers, tucked it into his buttonhole with a kiss. The noble head bowed to my shoulder.
“I apologize.”
“None of that. It takes us all like this today.”
We met after separate stints at the Drones and the Junior Ganymede. So many friends had been snuffed out. Jeeves and Bertram curled up together and wept.
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Date: 2012-11-10 03:09 pm (UTC)I had no idea Jeeves has even been in it until his first Remembrance Day in my employ, when he brought in the morning Darjeeling and asked for a bit of time off that evening to see old friends. I had told him that of course he might, and also offered a little advance on his pay to treat them if he needed it. My paragon politely declined, and left just after dinner.
I only realized when he came back half-drunk, listing a bit and gazing deeply into my eyes and whispering, "I thank god you were not there, sir."
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Date: 2012-11-10 03:27 pm (UTC)And yeah, I have always wanted Bertie's wartime story on my timescale. I have a vast and moribund project that needed a chronology, so for me Bertie was born in 1900 and just barely too young.
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Date: 2012-11-10 03:38 pm (UTC)but more interestingly... vast, moribund project? That sounds simply delightful. Is there any of that available to read anywhere?
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Date: 2012-11-10 08:27 pm (UTC)‘Doesn’t look as if we’ll get to Berkeley Square by 11 does it?’
‘No sir.’ My new valet, a dark haired cove, took my meaning at once. ‘Perhaps it would be best if I pull over.’
‘I think so Jeeves. Always bad around Piccadilly.’
‘Thank you sir.’
A solemn chap - impossible to tell if he’s always like that of course – Jeeves’ head remained bowed over his hands all the time we stood silent by the car. I wondered if he was praying but didn’t like to mention it.
Then he handed me a fresh handkerchief, and we continued home.
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Date: 2012-11-10 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-11 04:55 am (UTC)“No. sir.”
“They’ve written all the old Magdalene grads. Severe officer shortage, so the provost says. Says those of us still single should sign up.”
“No. Sir.”
“It’s not like I’d be heading to the front lines.”
“No.”
“This wars different. Its’ not like when you….”
Jeeves shut Bertie’s lips with a kiss.
“Dash it, Reg! There was a Wooster at the battle of Agincourt.”
“Should Henry the Fifth invade France again, you may join him with my blessings.”
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Date: 2012-11-11 05:31 am (UTC)At ten o’clock I removed my fingers from the typewriter’s keys. The page was blank, as it had been an hour ago.
“Creative juices blocked today, sir?” asked Jeeves, arriving with his heavenly coffee.
“It would seem so.” I rose to look out the window; the crowds were already gathering.
“When I returned, the War was in everything I read; I never wanted to hear about it again – nor did any bloke I knew.” I grasped the Flanders poppy over my heart. “I won’t write it.”
“No one thinks that means you’ve forgotten, sir,” whispered Jeeves, and pressed my arm.
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Date: 2012-11-11 05:58 am (UTC)Most seem to consider ( if they wonder at all) that Bertie somehow missed the war ( Or that Woodehouse for some reason want's us to think so, given how the war is never mentioned). I like the idea of the Great War being unmentioned because Bertie finds it *unmentionable*.
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Date: 2012-11-11 01:32 pm (UTC)....I always find it amusing when Bertie uses the Agincourt reference because the whole reason for the French loss was the longbow.
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Date: 2012-11-11 07:48 pm (UTC)“Milord? You feeling…”
Bertram Wooster dropped the picture. By fortune it fell to the table he had forgotten was below that particular elbow. He’d been quite lost in thought, or rather in the lack of useful thoughts, and whatever image had been before his hooded eyes had been quite other than the faded furnishing of this narrow parlor.
“Just… remembering.” He let the young woman fluff the lap robe closer around him. In the grate the fire had died to white ash, leaving the room slipping that last line into chill.
“Afore the war?”
He looked up, taking in the flat, plain face and contradicted by her bright eyes. Clever eyes, so much like…
“Were you here when Jeeves ruled the roost?”
She shook her head. “Only saw Sergeant Jeeves the once, and that was when they was mustering out.” Finished with her fussing, she collected the fallen photo and set it gently back on the mantle ledge. “You took the whole household to Dover to see the troops off, and I thank you for that, sir. Last time I saw my Danny.”
Bertie arched an eyebrow. His memory wasn’t what it had been, not since London, and there had been so many changes.
“Lad I came to replace? Danny Winsters, gone with the 17th Lancastershire. You remember him?” She paused, giving her listener time to pull the bits together.
“Blond lad? Footman sort?”
Her smile turned her face beautiful. “That’s my Danny!”
“Cheerful chap. I may not have much upstairs,” Bertie tapped his scared temple, “but I do remember a bright smile.”
“You should have one – a smile I mean.” She circled sound the room, bringing order to the books and magazines. “Here as its Christmas Eve, and Mrs. Huston’s making potatoes with bacon. Half an hour – no more – and she sent me to ask if you want yours here or in the dining room.”
Accepting his cane, he pushed to his feet.
“Potatoes with bacon?” Bertie did a fine job of sounding impressed. Which he was. Rationing had been hard, and much of the stores laid down before the war had been given to those harder hit. “Not a goose and pudding, but then we can’t have all we want.”
He wanted the table downstairs, where there would be some sort of company and music not pressed for the phonograph, but that would ruin their holiday more than it would make his… and really, what Bertie would be looking for in the servants dining room? Well, it wouldn’t be there.
She stood aside to let him pass. “Victory soon, and then the lads will be home. That’s what I want.”
“What we all want.” Bertie paused at the doorway, allowing one glance back at the images of happier times. “For our lads to come home.”
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Date: 2012-11-13 01:33 pm (UTC)Anyway, this is absolutely adorable and I love it. Bless you Jeeves, and your most justified nolle prosequi ever.
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Date: 2012-11-13 06:53 pm (UTC)but soft, perhaps 'we' (read: you and the Jeeves brain) do need to write such a thing... just a drabble wouldn't be too terrible? Or, that fan_flashworks place would also be a great place to post a nice, little ficlet to an audience that might like both fandoms....