Very good, House

A House – Jeeves and Wooster – Highlander: The Series crossover

By JK Fie'r.

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A Jeeves-centric chapter today, and an apology at the end of it.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the series being used in this fic.

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Chapter four: Musical momento

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There was a piano.

That was the thing that Jeeves had noticed first. All of his best employers had owned a piano. Doctor Wilson had mentioned in passing that Do- that House could play the piano. Jeeves didn't know how well, but the piano boded well.

House was gone for the next few hours at least, and he didn't need to get the shopping done today…

Sliding onto the stool, Jeeves began to play, not really caring about which notes he hit. After a few bars, he blinked, continuing to play, and the barest of smiles crossed his face as memories assailed him.

---Mister Fink-Nottle (pretending to be Mister Wooster) lisping his way through the song, to the wild applause of his audience, as Mister Wooster (pretending to be Mister Fink-Nottle) snuck out of the room to tell Jeeves how wonderfully the plan to publicly humiliate Mister Fink-Nottle (Mister Wooster's good and old friend)-

No.

---'…ever-so-'

No.

---'…when the bell begins to peal?'

Enough.

Jeeves pulled away from the ivory keys, pushing the thoughts aside.

Then stopped, staring.

It wasn't the same piano. Not the same maker, not the same design, nothing at all like the one that had been played that time, in one English manor amongst many – too many, they all mingled together now.

But…

It was the same one that had been in the apartment in New York. The small chip on the corner that had been the final straw for Jeeves all those years ago, the chip on the corner that had resulted in the temporary incarceration of Mister Malvern, yes, it was still there.

Do- House probably didn't have a single clue. To him, it was his piano. He was very attached to it – bound to be; the man was certainly a doctor, and by all accounts was a brilliant diagnostician, but he had a musician's hands, not a surgeon's.

Yes. It was House's piano now, not Wooster's'. Not Wooster's anymore. But… in a way, it was.

The odds against identical genetics within so few generations were enormous. The odds against reincarnation, however… well, he'd seen plenty of things in his life. And Mister Wooster had certainly enjoyed New York in particular and America in general…

Jeeves cast his eye over the music sheets, and – had he been anybody else – would have groaned.

---'I lift up my finger and I say-'

'do you feel when you marry your-'

Even the music was the same…

The next thing he'd know, Do- House! … would be coming back to the apartment with a white hat.

There was washing to do today. Jeeves deliberately didn't sigh as he stood, one hand absently stroking the keys.

Maybe after the washing was done he'd go and find some more music from that era? For House's sake. Not for his own memories. Simply for his employer's enjoyment; for after all, that was precisely what a valet was there to ensure.

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It wasn't for another three hours that Jeeves realised he'd stopped putting the 'Doctor' in front of 'House'.

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Okay campers.

I'm sorry! In my defence, YOU try running several webcomics at once!

Also, my computer ate the original chapter I had for this. This is nothing like what I had planned for this chapter.

I shall attempt to get chapters done at a better pace. Please don't kill me in the meantime!

Also, extra points go to the people who recognise the references.