About a week ago, Xaxres posted a truly scintillating question: Where does Jeeves sleep? It was the subject of much debate. (83 posts worth! - although most seemed to revolve around the related question of obtaining Bertie and Jeeves and extorting sexual favors from them. I'm shocked, absolutely shocked! And please make sure my name is at the top of the list - thank you.)
Xaxres - you are about to find out the answer to your question! I only hope that the answer won't come as too much of a shock to you or any of the other gentle readers of this LJ...
Title: Valet in a Bottle
Pairing: Jeeves/Wooster
Rating: PG-13, possibly R
Disclaimer: All hail the genius Wodehouse, from whose brain Wooster and Jeeves sprang, fully-formed. I pray he isn't rolling in his grave at what I've done to his characters! I certainly don't own them, but if anybody finds them for sale on eBay...
Caveat: At one point in the story, I needed a certain situation from the books to refer to, but didn't have the right names, actions, people on hand, so I did what the television series does at times and threw some names and situations into a blender and used what came out to refer to. My apologies ahead of time. And lord knows this won't measure up to some of the great fic I've seen here - but I hope it entertains. *S*
Acknowledgements: Depending on how well this is received... or not... tootsiemuppet may (or may not) be thanked for encouraging me (or was it ordering me? *G*) to write this story.
Summary: Bertie wonders about Jeeves' sleeping arrangements...
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