indeedsir_backup | Drabbles: Service

*newcomer shuffles feet shyly and looks at the floor*

I discovered this fandom some five years ago, but in the last month or so I've come back to take another look and fallen head over heels for the stuff you guys do. And then Jooster got mixed up with a bunch of things I was thinking about and then I wrote a pair of drabbles, the 100-word kind, which are not nearly adequate thanks for the amazing fic I've been reading. So. Here those are.

Title: Service
Rating: G
Words: 200
Disclaimer: I most definitely don't own these characters.
Summary: A few thoughts on influence. Gen.

1.
On coming into contact with B.W. Wooster's exuberant aimlessness, some are infected by it and some try to serve as a corrective to it. Jeeves naturally chooses the latter. He has never risen so punctually as now, when he could easily sleep an hour later or even two. He writes down every appointment, even those that are made ten minutes before they occur. On visits to Brinkley, the staff feel his presence like a ticking metronome.

His occasional visits to the National Gallery are growing longer, however, and it is just possible a passer-by could tell which paintings he liked.

2.
It is a privilege and an embarrassment to be Jeeves' employer--a privilege to have a paragon of wisdom and industry in the household, an embarrassment to measure up to him so poorly. Acting as a valet delivery service for friends and relations in need, while pretending to be on a social call, only highlights Bertie's own superfluity.

Usefulness is not a Wooster specialty. He knows golf, the piano; he would never consider entering an office and cannot summon opinions to write to the Mirror. He writes Jeeves down instead, working more steadily than he ever did at scripture knowledge.