A little one-shot. I couldn't resist. Please review!
Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own Discworld, even if I do pretend to.
Sergeant Detritus walked down was just coming off duty. It was a cool day, and Detritus decided to use the opportunity to philosophize. He usually didn't think much of it (literally), but once in a while it wasn't that bad.
He walked down the street to his small apartment in Gleam Street, passing the Palace. Where had he been a few months ago? Working in a bar, being too thick for everyone, just a stupid troll.
And now he was one of the most esteemed officers in the City Watch, and a sergeant. He had a wonderful life at home, what with Ruby there, cooking the best geode pastries a troll could ever want.
Yeah, Ruby was a gem. She was beautiful, always busy, a good cook, and a compassionate wife, and, as of late, mother as well. She nursed their new son like a, like a… hen, yeah, like a hen.
Brick was a pretty good kid, now that he was off Slide. Detritus had been showing him some historical toll monuments, and the kid picked up pretty fast, even in the heat. He already knew that you didn't ever hold your club upside down, like Dumb Rock Coprolite, who had, somehow, managed to hit himself with his own club when trying to hit a dwarf.
Yeah, he had a good family. Every day he'd knock Brick around the head and tell him an important lesson, and Brick would try to remember. Detritus would take him on his patrol every once in a while, just to show him how to do it.
Brick had the potential to become a pretty good watchman. Detritus smiled inwardly. That kid would make him proud.
He opened the door to the smell of geodes, and sat down at the table. Ruby smiled at him, and Brick sidled in, looking happy about dinner.
Life was good, thought Detritus.