Sad!Ficlet

[starlightkissu.livejournal.com]

So, I was in a bugger mood and hoping to get rid of it by writing something sad. I felt better as I wrote though, so the ending isn't what I original planned for it, which explains why the ending is lame.

I only wanted this to be a small little chick-a-dee of a fic though, so...here you go. It's sad there for a bit.

Here's hoping that LJ doesn't hate me.

 

A loud bang – a crash. In the car coming from the right, one man screams. The other doesn’t make a sound. There’s a crowd, but the people quickly make a circle around the scene. It’s not a pretty sight, by any means. The automobiles, mangled together at front. The gentleman and the lady in the white car are shaken up considerably but unwounded. The two men in the other car aren’t so well off. The light-haired one is trapped between his seat and the steering wheel, though the door is being pried off so he can be freed. As soon as he can, he pushes the people asking if he is injured out of the way, looking around.

                He finds what he is looking for sprawled out on the street a few feet away from the scene of the crash. His knees make a sick crack as he collapses to the pavement next to a figure dressed in black. The figure is lying in a terribly unnatural position, his dark hair in a disarray that those who knew the man would be shocked to see. He is completely still.

                The light haired man reaches out to the dark haired man, grasping him by the shoulders, whispering something unintelligible from between his tears and broken nose. He swats away the newly-arrived medics until they are forced to restrain him in order to get to the dark haired man. The medics bring both men to hospital. They are yet again forced to restrain the light haired man as they bring the dark haired man to a different part of the hospital. They give him a sedative and breathe a sigh of relief.

                Hours pass before the light haired man awakes. He is groggy at first, but the moment he recalls what has happened, he jumps out of bed and ignoring the throbbing of his nose, begins to search tor the dark haired man. A doctor catches him and demands an explanation. The doctor nods at his patient’s story and brings him to another room. The dark haired man rests in a bed, bandaged about the head and chest. The light haired man walks, as if in a dream, to the other man’s bedside. He lightly grasps the hand dangling off the bed.

                Heavy eyelids flutter, and the dark haired man’s eyes connect with the light hair man’s eyes. They both smile, the dark haired man’s a true, full smile for once. The light haired man leans down and presses a soft kiss to the dark haired man’s lips. He pulls away, tears in his eyes yet again. With some effort, the dark haired man raises his hands to wipe his companion’s tears away.

                “Jeeves…” the light haired man hiccoughs.

                The dark haired man caresses the side of his master’s face. “I must ask you to stop that crying – tears don’t suit you, Bertie.”

Fin.




I was bored. You can critique it, but it was just a little drabble, so it's probably not going to change. I just wanted to share, even though it's kinda sad.     

Comments

[smutnazi.livejournal.com]

Sad and fluffy at the same time, and I really like this style. so very unwodehouse, but so very lovable, and I like it.

It's short, it forces you through it with quick pacing, and it's like snapshots of what's going on. Kinda like an accident-you don't remember it fluidly, you remember snapshots of it that stick out clearly-and that's what this feels like.

In other words, a damn fine drabble.

[starlightkissu.livejournal.com]

I tried for Wodehousian, but I just simply couldn't get the feeling across that way.

Thank you for your input!

[lady529.livejournal.com]

I really like the snapshot-y feel this has, works very well with the sadness and the accident : ) I'm not sure how one would go about writing sad things in a Wodehousian style, I've a feeling it would be very difficult indeed..

The Lady 529

[blackletter]

This made my hurt/comfort-loving heart go all a-flutter. And the fly-on-the-wall style observer-narrator is so different (almost totally opposite) from the Wodehouse first person narrator, but it works very well in this drabble.

[mxdp.livejournal.com]

Thank God you posted it!

What a lovely ficlet--and thank you forever for the happy ending! I love how it seems to go so quick, and how you can feel Bertie's panic and I dreaded my mental sight of seeing Jeeves spread out on the pavement.

Loved it.

I changed your tags somewhat, as to be completer--hope you don't mind.

[starlightkissu.livejournal.com]

I don't mind at all, I fail at tagging.

[tourmaline1973.livejournal.com]

I love this. I love too how it's not Wodehousey, but it's unmistakeably our boys in the story.

Sequel pls? :D

[pyrocrastinator.livejournal.com]

D: And Yet :D

I loved it. But then, I love angst. :)

[niektete.livejournal.com]

Oh, I like it; it's sweet ^^

[emeraldreeve.livejournal.com]

Sad and lovely! I love Bertie's reactions.