Discworld fan fiction.
Vimes/Vetinari
Disclaimer: None of this is mine; I'm just having a bit of fun for no monetary reward.
Vimes stood at attention, but vetinari ignored him, he coughed, Vetinari still ignored him. He shifted and Vetinari ignored him. He scowled and got nothing, not even a raised brow. If there was one thing he hated, it was being ignored. He shifted again in a rather pointed way; vetinari did not even glance at him. Time for drastic measures, he thought.
"Sir." He interrupted.
"Yes Sir Samuel?" came the bland reply, from a clearly disinterested patrician.
"Can I go now?" vimes said bluntly.
"No" replied Vetinari.
Vetinari then turned and was again immersed in conversation.
Vimes scowled again, It didn't look hopeful that he would make Sybil's little engagement. It didn't look like his master was going to release him anytime soon. In fact he had a nasty feeling that Vetinari had found out about a certain incident from last week. An incident, which had not been his fault, well not all his fault anyway, in fact it could have happened to anyone. It would certainly explain why he had been forced to sit in on this interminable meeting, that was achieving nothing but schedules for further meetings. He had the awful feeling that Vetinari was rather more upset about the bald-faced lying he had done to Vetinari than the actual incident itself. This was an awful feeling because he actually felt some guilt about this. His master was not a man he would, in normal circumstances, consider lying to. Mainly because he could never, in even his most optimistic imaginings, get away with it. He had only done so this time due to sheer desperation, his reputation had been at stake after all, and he would die rather than seem incompetent to Vetinari.
"Well Vimes," said the man to his right.
"What is your opinion on the matter?"
Vimes was suddenly aware of silence throughout the room as everybody, including his boss stopped talking, in order to gaze at him. He reminded himself that he in no way cared what the so-called nobs thought of him. This was good, as he was about to make a complete fool of himself. He was going to regret tuning the idiots out.
"I'm sorry," he said
"Which matter are we talking about exactly?"
Three hours later and the meeting was only just breaking up, Vimes had a nasty feeling that Vetinari had allowed an extra long meeting especially for him. He certainly did not believe that Vetinari would tolerate those idiots for 5 hours every week without a very good reason. He had a feeling, that this week, that very good reason was Vimes himself.
"Ah Sir Samuel, perhaps we could have a word?" came a voice in his ear.
"Yes Sir" Vimes said woodenly.
"My office ten minutes." came the reply.
Vimes turned "Sir?"
The patrician, however, was down the corridor in deep discussion with a clerk. Vimes sighed, he was clearly in deep shit. On the plus side though, Vetinari was no longer ignoring him. On the negative side, Vetinari was no longer ignoring him and this could become a major problem.