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Jeeves and the Red Legion by Woffproff (G)
Fandom: JEEVES & WOOSTER
Pairing: Jeeves/Bertie Wooster
Length: 6,827 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
woffproff
Author Website: unknown
Why this must be read:
Bertie's friends really suck on occasion.
No, really. It seems to be a minor law of Wodehouse that all characters, with the exception of Bertie himself, shall be mind-bogglingly self-absorbed and/or monomaniacal. Stupid practical jokes abound; this story, without quite breaking the bounds of good taste or what's reasonable trauma for Wodefic, shows what happens when one of these fatheaded plots gets out of hand, and also features some A+ hurt/comfort for poor whomped Bertie. Because, let's face it, you don't want to be the one who's hurt Jeeves's woobie.
(And aside from anything else, the POV and language is just spot on.)
Anyway, after several games of indoor cricket, and a few rounds of library rugby, we all found ourselves propping up the bar and swapping tales of the great metrop. Catsmeat brought up the kidnappings, which led to a great deal of head shaking and ‘what’s-this-world-coming-to’ from the assembled party.
“Pshaw!” I said brightly.
“What did you say?” our new comrade in arms asked.
“I said ‘Pshaw’! My man Jeeves---who eats fish three meals a day and always solves the crime before Sherlock Holmes does---says this is nothing more than some chappie’s idea of a ruse, to get himself out of the soup. Probably some fellow who knew his fiancé would give him the heave-ho if he stumbled back to her parents’ house tight as an owl again!”
“So he made up a kidnapping? That would be a lot of trouble to go to,” Oofy said.
“Yes, but think of the rewards if it succeeded,” Bingo put into play, alight with inspiration. “The girl might fall madly in love with the wounded hero again, and her parents would be so happy to see him returned unharmed that they would forget about that awful scene at the Plaza in New York with the chambermaid and the cat.”
We all settled our drinks and stared at Bingo, who turned a bright shade of red.
“I only meant, it might work!”
“I disagree with Jeeves,” Catsmeat said. “Communists are all over the streets and byways these days. Sooner or later, one of us is bound to fall into their snares. Just think, if they could take Oofy here, what a fortune they could ask for!”
“Not that Wooster’s poor either,” Bingo reminded.
“Well I still say ‘Tscah!’” I said, with some authority.
“I thought it was ‘Pshaw!’” Appy remarked, as we all wondered who had sponsored him for the Drones in the first place.
Jeeves and the Red Legion
Pairing: Jeeves/Bertie Wooster
Length: 6,827 words
Author on LJ:
woffproffAuthor Website: unknown
Why this must be read:
Bertie's friends really suck on occasion.
No, really. It seems to be a minor law of Wodehouse that all characters, with the exception of Bertie himself, shall be mind-bogglingly self-absorbed and/or monomaniacal. Stupid practical jokes abound; this story, without quite breaking the bounds of good taste or what's reasonable trauma for Wodefic, shows what happens when one of these fatheaded plots gets out of hand, and also features some A+ hurt/comfort for poor whomped Bertie. Because, let's face it, you don't want to be the one who's hurt Jeeves's woobie.
(And aside from anything else, the POV and language is just spot on.)
Anyway, after several games of indoor cricket, and a few rounds of library rugby, we all found ourselves propping up the bar and swapping tales of the great metrop. Catsmeat brought up the kidnappings, which led to a great deal of head shaking and ‘what’s-this-world-coming-to’ from the assembled party.
“Pshaw!” I said brightly.
“What did you say?” our new comrade in arms asked.
“I said ‘Pshaw’! My man Jeeves---who eats fish three meals a day and always solves the crime before Sherlock Holmes does---says this is nothing more than some chappie’s idea of a ruse, to get himself out of the soup. Probably some fellow who knew his fiancé would give him the heave-ho if he stumbled back to her parents’ house tight as an owl again!”
“So he made up a kidnapping? That would be a lot of trouble to go to,” Oofy said.
“Yes, but think of the rewards if it succeeded,” Bingo put into play, alight with inspiration. “The girl might fall madly in love with the wounded hero again, and her parents would be so happy to see him returned unharmed that they would forget about that awful scene at the Plaza in New York with the chambermaid and the cat.”
We all settled our drinks and stared at Bingo, who turned a bright shade of red.
“I only meant, it might work!”
“I disagree with Jeeves,” Catsmeat said. “Communists are all over the streets and byways these days. Sooner or later, one of us is bound to fall into their snares. Just think, if they could take Oofy here, what a fortune they could ask for!”
“Not that Wooster’s poor either,” Bingo reminded.
“Well I still say ‘Tscah!’” I said, with some authority.
“I thought it was ‘Pshaw!’” Appy remarked, as we all wondered who had sponsored him for the Drones in the first place.
Jeeves and the Red Legion