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indeedsir_backupTitle: Jeeves and the Meddlesome Medium
Chapter: 3/?
Pairing: Jeeves/Wooster
Summary: See Chapter 1
Warnings: None
Chapter Rating: PG
The rest of the morning proceeded with a distinct frosty air but no further harsh words passed between Jeeves and myself. He was decidedly quiet, and even his thoughts seemed stifled e’er he was around me. Nevertheless, I decided, we must collaborate if this infernos engagement is to be put away; ban together for the greater good.
“Jeeves,” I called through the flat to my man, making my way through from my chamber, where I had been brooding most of the day pretending to read, to the kitchen, where he had been brooding most of the day pretending to polish silver for the hundredth time in a month. I felt as a man wandering thrashed and beaten through a snowstorm, calling past icy winds and flurries of snow to his companion up ahead of him. “Jeeves, my man, when are we expected at Ditteridge Hall?”
“So he has decided to speak; this is a good sign.” “I requested the Glossops, ah, via their butler Mr Coswick, to expect us between six and six-fifteen, sir.”
Both thoughts and words seemed clipped, as though they wanted an apology, but knew they would get the Wooster master-of-the-house lecture instead.
“Well, Jeeves, you’ll not get an apology out of me. But, I’ll spare you the reminder course of who is master in this house. I needn’t insult you; I know you know.”
“If only you knew…” Well, now, what did that mean? Couldn’t have asked if I wanted to.
“You know, old thing, I never mean to insult you.”
“Sir?”
“Just so you know. I don’t, really. Never mean to insult anyone—except occasionally Spode. Let’s face it, that man could use a kick in the trouser seat every now and then...”
“I suspect Lady Sidcup will be fulfilling that position sufficiently...”
“Of course, now he’s got Madeline to do that for him.”
He looked back at me with a slightly amused twist of the lips, as if the notion hadn’t occurred to him at all. I could feel him beginning to thaw to a healthier temperature, and deemed it safe to sit beside him. It was a small enough gesture; neither of us spoke, or ostensibly noticed it at all.
“At least he has not requested wearing it yet. If it can possibly be helped, he never shall. The green would dull his eyes, take away from his best attributes. The vivacity of the colour will surely dull his features; his fair hair, his light eyes—no, it will not do. Perhaps he will disengage its sentimental value with time.
Meanwhile... so long as he does not wear it, I suppose it can remain in his wardrobe. A consideration is always necessary in a compromise...” My goodness, he was still on about that bally necktie! All the nerve...
Still, I let it pass. We had a plan to conceive.
“Jeeves, I do hope you’re putting that brilliant brain to dreaming up my escape. Silver polishing is such a mindless task, I could do it on my own.”
Again his lips curved slightly, “Indeed, sir; you need not fear. If you are referring, as I believe you are, sir, to your engagement to Miss Glossop, I have little doubt in my mind the outcome will be a satisfactory one. All that needs to be done is the assurance of Mr Fittleworth’s own engagement to Miss Glossop.”
“Boko’s… good lord, he’s in love with my fiancée?” I wouldn’t have put it past Boko, mind, but all things considered it’s rather un-chumly of him, going about lolling over the girl one’s great good friend is set to be married to. It’s just a step below coveting thy neighbour’s wife—though, if I were to be truthful, I wouldn’t put that past Boko, either.
“No, sir. Not to my knowledge.”
“Not yet, he isn’t.”
Well, I mean to say, Jeeves may be a paragon of men, but could he make someone fall in love?
He made me fall in love…
But someone like Boko? And Honoria? “A match made in hell!”
“I beg your pardon, sir?” Jeeves lifted his eyes from a grapefruit spoon to glance at me curiously.
“I said, ‘I hope it goes well!’ For I do, Jeeves. No, if I’d had my heart set on Honoria, Boko would pay, but at present, he can have my cake and eat it, too. This Wooster is not hungry.”
A third half-smile, and I felt I was in the clear. “Sir, might I enquire to the time Mr Fittleworth mentioned he’d be arriving at Ditteridge?”
“You may enquire, Jeeves, but I won’t have an answer for you.”
“Of course not.” “Thank you, sir.”
“Well I’d better get packing…”
“NO!” “If you will allow me, sir…”
“Don’t worry, Jeeves, no green necktie will happen to fall into my suitcase, so long as you’ll agree not to have it fall into the rubbish bin. Consideration in a compromise, Jeeves…” And I left him to complete his tasks—more importantly, his plans.
Chapter: 3/?
Pairing: Jeeves/Wooster
Summary: See Chapter 1
Warnings: None
Chapter Rating: PG
The rest of the morning proceeded with a distinct frosty air but no further harsh words passed between Jeeves and myself. He was decidedly quiet, and even his thoughts seemed stifled e’er he was around me. Nevertheless, I decided, we must collaborate if this infernos engagement is to be put away; ban together for the greater good.
“Jeeves,” I called through the flat to my man, making my way through from my chamber, where I had been brooding most of the day pretending to read, to the kitchen, where he had been brooding most of the day pretending to polish silver for the hundredth time in a month. I felt as a man wandering thrashed and beaten through a snowstorm, calling past icy winds and flurries of snow to his companion up ahead of him. “Jeeves, my man, when are we expected at Ditteridge Hall?”
“So he has decided to speak; this is a good sign.” “I requested the Glossops, ah, via their butler Mr Coswick, to expect us between six and six-fifteen, sir.”
Both thoughts and words seemed clipped, as though they wanted an apology, but knew they would get the Wooster master-of-the-house lecture instead.
“Well, Jeeves, you’ll not get an apology out of me. But, I’ll spare you the reminder course of who is master in this house. I needn’t insult you; I know you know.”
“If only you knew…” Well, now, what did that mean? Couldn’t have asked if I wanted to.
“You know, old thing, I never mean to insult you.”
“Sir?”
“Just so you know. I don’t, really. Never mean to insult anyone—except occasionally Spode. Let’s face it, that man could use a kick in the trouser seat every now and then...”
“I suspect Lady Sidcup will be fulfilling that position sufficiently...”
“Of course, now he’s got Madeline to do that for him.”
He looked back at me with a slightly amused twist of the lips, as if the notion hadn’t occurred to him at all. I could feel him beginning to thaw to a healthier temperature, and deemed it safe to sit beside him. It was a small enough gesture; neither of us spoke, or ostensibly noticed it at all.
“At least he has not requested wearing it yet. If it can possibly be helped, he never shall. The green would dull his eyes, take away from his best attributes. The vivacity of the colour will surely dull his features; his fair hair, his light eyes—no, it will not do. Perhaps he will disengage its sentimental value with time.
Meanwhile... so long as he does not wear it, I suppose it can remain in his wardrobe. A consideration is always necessary in a compromise...” My goodness, he was still on about that bally necktie! All the nerve...
Still, I let it pass. We had a plan to conceive.
“Jeeves, I do hope you’re putting that brilliant brain to dreaming up my escape. Silver polishing is such a mindless task, I could do it on my own.”
Again his lips curved slightly, “Indeed, sir; you need not fear. If you are referring, as I believe you are, sir, to your engagement to Miss Glossop, I have little doubt in my mind the outcome will be a satisfactory one. All that needs to be done is the assurance of Mr Fittleworth’s own engagement to Miss Glossop.”
“Boko’s… good lord, he’s in love with my fiancée?” I wouldn’t have put it past Boko, mind, but all things considered it’s rather un-chumly of him, going about lolling over the girl one’s great good friend is set to be married to. It’s just a step below coveting thy neighbour’s wife—though, if I were to be truthful, I wouldn’t put that past Boko, either.
“No, sir. Not to my knowledge.”
“Not yet, he isn’t.”
Well, I mean to say, Jeeves may be a paragon of men, but could he make someone fall in love?
He made me fall in love…
But someone like Boko? And Honoria? “A match made in hell!”
“I beg your pardon, sir?” Jeeves lifted his eyes from a grapefruit spoon to glance at me curiously.
“I said, ‘I hope it goes well!’ For I do, Jeeves. No, if I’d had my heart set on Honoria, Boko would pay, but at present, he can have my cake and eat it, too. This Wooster is not hungry.”
A third half-smile, and I felt I was in the clear. “Sir, might I enquire to the time Mr Fittleworth mentioned he’d be arriving at Ditteridge?”
“You may enquire, Jeeves, but I won’t have an answer for you.”
“Of course not.” “Thank you, sir.”
“Well I’d better get packing…”
“NO!” “If you will allow me, sir…”
“Don’t worry, Jeeves, no green necktie will happen to fall into my suitcase, so long as you’ll agree not to have it fall into the rubbish bin. Consideration in a compromise, Jeeves…” And I left him to complete his tasks—more importantly, his plans.
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Date: 2010-06-23 08:00 pm (UTC)That's really good, I love how Jeeves spends all day thinking about the green tie instead of his plans, so in character for him to solve the problem straight away, then start thinking about the destruction of undesirable garment. xD
Anyway... next!
I'll get typing if you will :DD
xx
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Date: 2010-06-23 09:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-23 09:04 pm (UTC)Absolute corker! Moar! :D
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Date: 2010-06-23 09:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-23 09:19 pm (UTC)The audacity of Bertie suggesting he can polish his own silver and pack his own valise. Poor Jeeves.
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Date: 2010-06-23 09:25 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading =]
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Date: 2010-06-24 05:38 am (UTC)Have I mentioned it's brilliant?
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