crack_van | The Matter of the Bed by youofwales (PG)

Fandom: JEEVES & WOOSTER
Pairing: Jeeves/Bertie Wooster
Author on LJ:

youofwales
Author Website: check Indeed, Sir for updates
Why this must be read:

Bertie's holiday in a 'delightful little cottage' ends up to be something quite different. Very touching fic.

"It's really quite a lark, to think about it," I said. "One can easily imagine oneself an adventurer in some sort of arctic expedition. I imagine Sir Walter Scott had to bed down with his fellow travelers to keep frostbite at bay." I paused to reflect. "I should think 'Ivanhoe' gained a great deal from Scott's polar experiences, wouldn't you say, Jeeves?"

"I hardly know, sir," Jeeves said, pulling the blankets neatly over his professional garb.

"Don't you have any pyjamas?" I asked.

"I regret to say that I do not, sir," Jeeves said. "I apologize for sleeping in my work clothes and hope you will forgive this distressing breach."

"Oh, piffle, Jeeves. Think no more on't," I said, snuggling into the warmth of the bed. Jeeves was quite warm as well--I should never need a hot water bottle if he were a permanent evening companion.

"Goodnight, sir," Jeeves said.

He seems remote sometimes, does Jeeves, but he shows his allegiance under the most peculiar circs.

"Goodnight, old chap," I said.

***

Slumber proceeded along as slumber does, knitting up the raveled sleeve of care, until I was awakened mid-dream. It was a dream involving Gussie Fink-Nottle and I being chased by a host of newts, so it was not a dream I was sorry to interrupt.

The crucial thing that had awakened me was difficult to discern at first. I lay awake for a moment, blinking at the ceiling as I put the Wooster brain to work. There had been no sudden noise or burst of light. Jeeves was sleeping soundly, without a sound...ah. Jeeves.

Jeeves was embracing me in his sleep.

The Matter of the Bed: Part I, Part II