Now, unless I find something more interesting to write about, this is going to be... *sigh* a Discworld fanfiction. I never thought I'd voluntarily write fanfiction. (no offence to all you fan fiction writers out there, I just don't like writing it personally)

Commander Vimes walked down the street. It was night time, and it was raining, but that was alright. Vimes liked the rain. He was on patrol with Detritus and Carrot. Surprisingly, nothing particularly criminal was happening. There was just one unusual thing... Vimes turned and glared at the ghostly figure, just watching them.

"Who the hell are you?!"

You looked up, surprised. "Um... me. I didn't know you could see me."

Before he could reply Carrot turned and looked at him strangely. "Um, who are you talking to, sir?" He asked, sounding a little concerned.

"What, you can't see it?"

"Um, see what sir?"

"I don't see anyfink dere sir." Detritus put in. Vimes glares at you, still clearly there, and turns his back. "Never mind, lets just keep going." He grumbled. Carrot paused, looking right through you, loyally trying to see something. He sighed and followed the rest of the patrol when he had assured himself there really was nothing there.

When they returned to Pseudopolis Yard, Detritus immediately headed for home, saying good night to the rest. Carrot and Vimes went inside. "You going home, sir?" Carrot asked.

"No. The mountain of paperwork on my desk never sleeps."

"Sir, I don't think you've been sleeping much. You're always here. I can't remember a time when you didn't get here before me, sir. It can't be good for you."

Vimes blinked away the on coming wave of exhaustion. "I'll be fine Carrot. You just worry about looking after yourself."

"Alright, sir..." Carrot didn't sound convinced, but he went away and Vimes was left. There were a few other watchmen in the yard, mostly heading out for the next patrol. Vimes headed up the stairs to his office and sat at his desk, to face the piles of paperwork. He signed a few things, humming quietly to keep himself awake, frowning over the paper as if trying very hard to ignore something. Eventually he looks up, right at you. "Look, what the hell are you doing here? Are you following me??" You say nothing, hoping he won't notice. He picks up a rock that had been acting as a paperweight and throws it at you. You flinch but it goes right through. "What are you doing???" Vimes asks, frustrated by your lack of answering.

"Um, I'm reading..."

"What are you reading, and why does that make you follow me everywhere? I don't see any books."

You can't think of an answer to this and opt for silence.

"Perhaps you could read invisibly?"

Silence.

"Oh, just go away!!!"

He seems quite surprised when you actually disappear. "Well," he mutters to himself, "that seemed to work." He turned back to his paperwork, working until the sky was just hinting at getting light before going home.

I honestly can't believe I'm writing this. It has no plot and the basic idea behind it is, 'what if the characters in a book could see the person reading about them?' I just couldn't be bothered coming up with any characters of my own, so the Watch had to fill in. That bit with the patrol and Vimes being the only one who can see you... it just seemed so perfect. *sigh* Maybe I'll write some more of this later, but don't expect much of it.