Hallo, you jolly wonderful pippins of the community! My name's Han. I am delurking from the fandom at long (long, very long) last... I've been up to my ears in Jooster since my stepmom introduced me to dear old Plum about a year back, and since then I've been endeavouring to rattle off some fan works in that quarter. Unfortunately, at present, none of said f. w.'s are entirely finished, as it were, but I do have something to offer this evening.
It's a fic written by one of my very dear friends and fellow Wodehouseans, one
solargoth, who has been knocking about in PG's playground for a dashed sight longer than I have, but only just learned of this community (through me, actually, who only discovered the bally place yesterday, what). He's posted this fic on his journal, but unfortunately due to a rummy affair involving certain parties that will remain unnamed, his LJ is Friends Only, so it hasn't gotten any exposure. Solar would post this lovely thing himself, I have been assured, if he were not on hiatus from his rollicking internet lifestyle at present, due to a dashed complication in the RL realm. So, anyway, I've been chatting with him on the phone, and he asked me to post this little fandom contribution in his stead, as a sort of pipe opener for the both of us (since I was his beta and inspired the 'oomph' section of the fic - you'll see what I mean in a minute).
Well then, we both say hallo to you lovely thingummies, and hope you enjoy this fic. (Solar reminded me to say that, this being his first attempt at Jooster, he's a bit iffy about whether he entirely pulled it off. I'm pretty certain he did. But judge for yourself!)
Title: Why, Jeeves, Of Course
Author: Solar Flare (
solargoth)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jooster, of course.
Warnings: Slash, what else? Oh, and fluff'n'stuff. Also a suspicion of WAFFles.
Pseudo-spoilers:
Right Ho, Jeeves! and
Jeeves In The Morning.Dedicated To: Han, my beta-for-life, who read this while I was composing it, and inspired the 'oomph' section.
Summary: Bertie realises what's been under his nose for so long.
( Why, Jeeves, Of Course )