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Nov. 13th, 2010 @ 05:49 pm Fic: A Rum Thing Indeed

 Title: A Rum Thing Indeed
Characters: Bertie, Jeeves, House
Rating: Gen
Words: 700
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never will.
Summary: Bertie discovers American TV
Author note: Crossover ficlet written several years ago for zulu  and never posted anywhere. Just found it on my hard drive.

“I say, Jeeves,” I remarked. “This is a puzzler and no mistake.”

“Indeed, sir?” replied Jeeves, holding the shoe he was polishing up to the light and inspecting it carefully. There was something about the tone of the fellow’s voice that I didn’t like.  Perhaps it was the hangover I was nursing.  But it seemed to me that Jeeves had managed to fill the two syllables of the word “indeed” with something very like impertinence. And I was not in the mood for impertinence. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I was feeling disgruntled, but I was far--very far--from gruntled.

I replied with some asperity. “When I say, ‘This is a puzzler, Jeeves,’ I rather expect an offer of help. Not the implication that I am a fat-head to whom the smallest thing is a puzzle.”

Jeeves put the shoe back down on the hotel carpet and addressed me with a suitably respectful demeanor. “I regret that I gave offence sir. None was intended. May I be of any assistance?”

“I certainly hope so, Jeeves,” It was hard to stay angry with the man, and besides I needed his considerable brainpower—the man eats only fish—to help solve the current mystery. Without budging from my place on the sofa, I  pointed the remote control toward the large television ensconced in the hotel’s wooden console. “That fellow, who’s always solving mysteries—what’s his name?” I began. It was on the tip of my tongue.

“Sherlock Holmes, sir?”

“Good Lord, no. I’m referring to this chap, the medical man—there.” Jeeves turned his gaze toward the screen and squinted for a moment.

“I believe that is Dr. Gregory House,” he declared. “Star of the eponymous American television show.” <gt;

“That’s the name—House,” I responded. I knew Jeeves wouldn’t let me down. The man has a brain the size of Cornwall, and a vocabulary to match. Eponymous, indeed. “Does he not remind you of someone?” I continued.  ‘It’s been driving me crazy, trying to figure  out where I’ve seen him before. One minute he looks like the Prince Regent, and then he looks like an old Army chap I knew. Just when I think I’ve got it, it slithers from my grasp like a whatsit in the morning thingummy.”

“A whatsit in the morning thingummy, sir?”

“The poet Whosit, Jeeves,” and I gave him a look that could only be described as smug. “You’re not the only one who can quote the classics, you know. Now, apply your grey matter to question at hand.”

Jeeves cocked his head to one side and studied the screen. His brow furrowed. You could practically hear the gears and cogs whirring away in his prodigious brain. “There is a certain resemblance to…” he glanced at me and then frowned.

“Yes, Jeeves?” I said eagerly.

“I was going to say, to your Uncle Jimmy.”

 “The Uncle Jimmy who ran off to America and married a Rockette?”

“The same.”

“Only problem is, this chap’s a doctor. I don’t think Uncle Jimmy had it in him to be a doctor somehow.” Jeeves winced just then—not at my words, but at something Uncle Jimmy’s look-alike had said. I nodded sympathetically. “And even Uncle Jimmy wouldn’t have referred to a woman’s…chest…as ‘funbags.’”

“I seriously doubt it, sir. Not to mention the fact that this Dr. House speaks with an American accent, and your Uncle Jimmy is British.”

 “Quite so.” I sighed. “Rum thing this American television.”

“Very rum.”   

“Why, only a few minutes before this broadcast began I was watching another one that featured a British alienist, working for the police. And I could swear I had seen him before, too. Quite recently, in fact. Do we know any British alienists?”

“I believe the correct modern terminology is psychoanalyst. Or psychiatrist. And no, I am pleased to say, sir does not number any psychiatrists among his close personal friends.”

I sighed again and lay back among the sofa cushions. It was the rare occasion when Jeeves’ massive intellect let me down. I tossed away the remote control.

“Well, Jeeves, as I said, This is a puzzler and no mistake.”

“Indeed, sir.” </>

 

 

 

 

 

 


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From:flywoman
Date:November 13th, 2010 11:40 pm (UTC)
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“The poet Whosit, Jeeves,” and I gave him a look that could only be described as smug. “You’re not the only one who can quote the classics, you know. Now, apply your grey matter to question at hand.”

Oh, this was grand. My housemate probably wonders why I've been giggling uncontrollably for the past five minutes. Thanks for unearthing and sharing!
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From:maineac
Date:November 14th, 2010 09:08 pm (UTC)
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Yes, the poet Whosit is one of my favorites, too. Glad you liked it.
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From:mellifluous_gel
Date:November 14th, 2010 12:27 am (UTC)
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Hah! This was fun. I often wonder about the possible relations between the various characters Hugh Laurie's played. His Blackadder roles seem to offer the best possibility for a generational thingy. I think George even mentions having an 'Uncle Bertie' at one point. Possibly Bertie's grandfather? Who knows? Thanks so much for sharing. Bertie 'quoting' the poet 'Whosit' was possibly the best thing ever. XD
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From:maineac
Date:November 14th, 2010 09:09 pm (UTC)
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So it's a crossover fic in timeline as well as fandom, I guess. Thanks for pointing that out--it hadn't occurred to me.
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From:2cbetter2
Date:November 14th, 2010 01:12 am (UTC)
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“A whatsit in the morning thingummy, sir?”

As I read this I could hear Bertie and Jeeves so clearly in my mind, could picture them too but it was this sentence, the thought of Jeeves repeating what Bertie had sad that made my smile grow even wider.

“Why, only a few minutes before this broadcast began I was watching another one that featured a British alienist, working for the police. And I could swear I had seen him before, too. Quite recently, in fact. Do we know any British alienists?”

“I believe the correct modern terminology is psychoanalyst. Or psychiatrist. And no, I am pleased to say, sir does not number any psychiatrists among his close personal friends.”


Err I gather that is a reference to Stephen Fry's character on Bones? (Don't watch it so I had to ask to be sure I recognized the reference correctly)

Overall this was a clever and very delightful piece! *g*
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From:maineac
Date:November 14th, 2010 02:59 am (UTC)
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Yes, it was a reference to Fry's character, whose name escapes me. Bones used to be on just before House.
Thanks for commenting.
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From:mutant_biscuits
Date:November 14th, 2010 01:39 am (UTC)
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Haha, great work! :D
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From:maineac
Date:November 14th, 2010 09:10 pm (UTC)
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Thank you!
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From:chicating
Date:November 14th, 2010 01:55 am (UTC)
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Funny...don't show it to your evil aunties, though.
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From:maineac
Date:November 14th, 2010 09:10 pm (UTC)
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Never! The evil aunties would not approve of fun bags. Or anything else.
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From:trista_zevkia
Date:November 14th, 2010 07:58 am (UTC)
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Quite a nice way to pull all these fandoms together! I remember Fry talking about having lunch with Laurie while they were both filming in the US and Laurie keeping the American accent through the meal, which I would have loved to witness.
I think you're spot on with the voices and LOVE how even Jeeves needs more to go on than something in the something (A whatsit in the morning thingummy)
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From:maineac
Date:November 14th, 2010 09:11 pm (UTC)
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I'm not sure even I know what poem Bertie was quoting!
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From:maineac
Date:November 14th, 2010 09:12 pm (UTC)
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I know just what you mean!
Thanks for commenting.
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From:martyfan
Date:November 14th, 2010 07:20 pm (UTC)
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Uh, your LJ cut doesn't seem to be working.
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From:maineac
Date:November 14th, 2010 09:14 pm (UTC)
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You're quite right, and there doesn't seem to be anything I can do about it. It makes it very hard to post anything to my own LJ.
Any suggestions?
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From:chocolate_frapp
Date:November 15th, 2010 04:38 am (UTC)
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LOLOLOLOL
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From:emeraldreeve
Date:November 15th, 2010 01:04 pm (UTC)
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Delightful!