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My Man Jeeves by The Android (R)
Fandom: JEEVES & WOOSTER
Pairing: Jeeves/Bertie Wooster
Author on LJ: no LJ (that I can trace)
Author Website: The Android's Dungeon
Why this must be read:
Bertie finds out that there's no doing without Jeeves. An admirable combination of quiet devotion, Mrs. Beeton, and 'tween-stairs escapades.
"I'd like a word with my man Jeeves first - any idea where he is?"
"He's in the kitchen, sir. Shall I fetch him?"
"No, no, lead the way, Ethel. Birnam Wood shall come to Dunsinane."
She gave me the speculative fish-eye, then realised there was no reasoning with me. "If you'll kindly step this way, sir," she said, holding open the green baize with a hand that trembled.
It's impossible to walk quietly on those ancient flag stoned passage floors. It must have sounded as if a troop of cavalry was thundering down towards the domestic quarters, and yet when Ethel and I erupted onto the scene all was tranquility of the most bucolic order. Jeeves, serenity personified, sat at the head of the table, a cup of tea elevated to his lips, apparently in the midst of some conversation of mutual felicity with the cook. My appearance in the doorway, flustered and dishevelled, would have startled lesser men; Jeeves merely rose to his feet, straightened his jacket and said, "Why, Mr Wooster. Good afternoon, sir."
"Ah - er - yes, Jeeves, good afternoon. A word, if you please."
"Certainly sir. Perhaps I may show you to your room?"
"Yes, that's - er - "
I followed him from the kitchen and he shepherded me some few paces along the corridor and into the staff lift. The door closed behind us with a contented hiss, and the cabin lifted with inexorable slowness and a creaking of ancient winches. I leaned back against the side of the cabin and stared at him. "Jeeves," I said, plaintively, "I've missed you."
I didn't like the smug glitter in his eyes. "Have you indeed, sir?"
"Yes, dash it, I have - and I'm not 'sir', I'm 'Bertie'."
He stepped closer. "Why, so you are," he said, with the air of one who has made a surprising discovery.
My Man Jeeves
Pairing: Jeeves/Bertie Wooster
Author on LJ: no LJ (that I can trace)
Author Website: The Android's Dungeon
Why this must be read:
Bertie finds out that there's no doing without Jeeves. An admirable combination of quiet devotion, Mrs. Beeton, and 'tween-stairs escapades.
"I'd like a word with my man Jeeves first - any idea where he is?"
"He's in the kitchen, sir. Shall I fetch him?"
"No, no, lead the way, Ethel. Birnam Wood shall come to Dunsinane."
She gave me the speculative fish-eye, then realised there was no reasoning with me. "If you'll kindly step this way, sir," she said, holding open the green baize with a hand that trembled.
It's impossible to walk quietly on those ancient flag stoned passage floors. It must have sounded as if a troop of cavalry was thundering down towards the domestic quarters, and yet when Ethel and I erupted onto the scene all was tranquility of the most bucolic order. Jeeves, serenity personified, sat at the head of the table, a cup of tea elevated to his lips, apparently in the midst of some conversation of mutual felicity with the cook. My appearance in the doorway, flustered and dishevelled, would have startled lesser men; Jeeves merely rose to his feet, straightened his jacket and said, "Why, Mr Wooster. Good afternoon, sir."
"Ah - er - yes, Jeeves, good afternoon. A word, if you please."
"Certainly sir. Perhaps I may show you to your room?"
"Yes, that's - er - "
I followed him from the kitchen and he shepherded me some few paces along the corridor and into the staff lift. The door closed behind us with a contented hiss, and the cabin lifted with inexorable slowness and a creaking of ancient winches. I leaned back against the side of the cabin and stared at him. "Jeeves," I said, plaintively, "I've missed you."
I didn't like the smug glitter in his eyes. "Have you indeed, sir?"
"Yes, dash it, I have - and I'm not 'sir', I'm 'Bertie'."
He stepped closer. "Why, so you are," he said, with the air of one who has made a surprising discovery.
My Man Jeeves
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