Fanart as Requested: Post 2

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Here is my second set of request works and I'm proud to say I got another three finished! Check them out behind the

First I want to thank you guys for all the awesome feedback! You guys make my life!! :D

Next order of business is the requests:

For cryforthemoon- This is my answer to her request, I simply call it The Tie X3

Next I have chika_jin's piece- Helping Out?

Finally I have for ink_n_imp- Hiding Out This is the best I could do for now, I might make another stab at this request. o_O Also a brief note for those who might be confused, Jeeves and Bertie are in a wardrobe but I made the doors see through so they can be seen. Thus the crack about Florence being able to see it if she had...x-ray vision...uh yeah...I know it's lame but come on it was the best I could think of for right now! XP

So once again thank you all for the glorious feedback and, if you celebrate it, Happy Thanksgiving! :3

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Well, if I write anything longer, it might end up being put off while I work on other things. Maybe in a month or two, I could devote more time to it. However, I really do enjoy writing these shorts, so have another. It's set before New York City, and all that jazz, but after my first snippet.

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Jeeves washed the dishes, listening to Bertie plunk away on the piano with less gusto than he usually did. His super-strength was preventing him from playing as quickly as he usually did, and while Jeeves was sympathetic, Bertie's slower choice of music was quite pleasant to hear.

After a minute, he heard a sigh of frustration from the living room, and Bertie floated into the kitchen. 'Jeeves?'

'Yes, sir?'

'Would you know of any way to turn this,' -here he waved at his distance from the floor vaguely- 'Off?'

'No, sir.'

Bertie sighed. 'As much as I enjoy the flying side of things, the super-strength is getting to be a dashed nuisance.' Jeeves inwardly sighed at the name - he had been unable to convince the young master not to refer to it with that moniker.

'Yes, sir.'

Bertie sighed, sat on air, and drifted above the kitchen table. A moment passed, and Bertie looked at Jeeves. 'Jeeves.'

'Yes, sir?'

'I have two of these powers, and I've only seen you use one. That, to me, is unfair.' He declared.

'Yes, sir.' Jeeves stacked a dish and glanced at Bertie.

'You should be able to fly, or something like it. It's bally marvelous, and I'm vexed to know you haven't experienced anything like it.'

Jeeves inwardly sighed. 'Sir, I am content with my laser-vision.' He reminded the young master.

'I know, but dash it! I hate to think of you, a marvel among men, to be confined to the ground. There must be a way to lift you up, as it were.'

Jeeves finished the dishes and didn't voice the plan that came immediately to mind. He was quite content on the ground, thank you.

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