Hey everyone! Those were seriously great reviews! On behalf of Jeeves and myself, I would like to express our EXTREME pleasure in how much fun you all are having with the posting! Sweet!

Disclaimer: Warning, this is so pathetic that you may fall into uncontrollable bouts of cruel laughter at my expense. I'll live.

Ok, so here's the first goofy daydream, coming to you direct from Wooster…

Hugh Laurie's Car Breaks Down…. What are the chances?

So I'm in my Blazer, cruisin' down the highway on the way to the mall, most specifically the bookstore. It's a piece of crap to be sure, but it's worth the manual window cranks to have my own car and to be able to go wherever whenever. Besides, it runs, it's got a huge back perfect for the drive-in theatre, and it has a CD player; what else do I need? Currently, the CD player is blasting the Jeeves and Wooster soundtrack. Geeky I know, but I'm convinced that Hugh Laurie's sweet voice in my car is as close to heaven as I'm likely to get while still breathing, that is until I see the smoke through the windshield.

It was a nice car, obviously rented if it's ridiculously pristine condition and the license plates were any indication, but nice doesn't mean anything when the engine is smoking under the hood. I pulled over, cell phone in hand in case it turns out it's occupant was a psycho killer, and cranked down the window to ask if the guy needed any help. My heart couldn't have jumped any higher if it had actually been a psycho killer. Hugh Laurie, in his scruffy, blue-eyed gorgeousness, was standing by the car looking at me as if I was a ship passing by the island he'd been deserted on for years with only a volleyball for company. I blinked once or twice; certain that this was a hallucination brought on by heat, my CD, and general obsessive-ness. But he was still there, so I cleared my voice and said in the steadiest voice I could manage, "Hi, you in trouble?"

"You could say that. I dunno what happened to this damn car," here he kicked the tire lightly, "but I've got to get to the airport and would be forever grateful if you could give me a lift." His British accent made my heart skip a beat, but I forced myself to remember that he was almost thirty years older than me. So I aimed instead to ingratiate myself to him. Didn't want him to have to run screaming, like the Beatles in Hard Day's Night. I started by teasing lightly:

"You know, I hear that they have this invention that allows you to call for help in an emergency. I believe they call it a cell phone…"

He smiled sheepishly at this; I nearly drooled in my lap. "Well, as luck would have it, I forgot to charge the bloody thing. Of all the rotten luck, huh?"

I grinned at him. Who wouldn't? "Well, hop in then, I can take you to the airport. It's not exactly on my way, but I'm not doing anything important and it's not every day my favorite actor falls into my lap."

He looks up, shocked, at this.

"You are Hugh Laurie, aren't you? Star of House MD and Jeeves and Wooster?" I grin as I turn my stereo back on. The persona of Wooster, merrily massacring the song Puttin' on the Ritz, echoed throughout the car. He looked at me, self-consciously.

"Why didn't you say anything earlier?"

"It wasn't important. You're still a guy in need of help, whether you're a famous actor or not."

He smiled at me, pleased. "So you're a fan, eh? You obviously like J&W."

"Well sure, it's based off of one of my favorite book series. It may not be as good as the books, (no offense) but they are rather good interpretations, and you never fail to make me laugh as Bertram Wiberforce Wooster."

"So you like the books more?" I blush, realizing what I'd said but then he added, "That's good. Not enough people realize the genius of Wodehouse." I grin hugely at this. "I'm glad you like the show, however. I am a bit surprised you recognized me like that. I didn't think I was that big a star over here." What? I mean, I'd heard of this guy's self- confidence issues, but it never occurred to me that he didn't know how HUGE he was here.

"Are you kidding? You're my absolute favorite actor. Well, favorite living actor anyway. I'd recognize you anywhere. Me and my best friend are practically obsessive about House MD. It's amazing to us that you can act as two totally different characters as House and Wooster."

"Well they are completely different," he acknowledged, "House is a particularly difficult character: all orneriness and layers." I smile at this.

"Yes, but that's what makes him so interesting. Of course, it's a little more frustrating as well. In Jeeves and Wooster, you really don't want Wooster to find a girl, because it's obvious that he's destined for bachelorhood, so it doesn't matter that television series rarely have major plot resolution. With House though, I go CRAZY every time something comes between House and Cameron."

"I know, I play the character and even I get frustrated. Sometimes, I even go on this fanfiction site when I get irritated with the way the show is going. I went on a mad fanfiction spree when I had to watch Cameron walk away in the season finale…" He said this in a rush, as if he was embarrassed. I, however, was delighted.

"You read House fanfic? Sweet! What site?"

"Er," he said, a little taken aback, There's lots of good fanfic there…I rather like this one writer, jeevesandwooster…" at this point, my jaw dropped open and I nearly ran us off the road.

"Jeevesandwooster?" I squeaked. "You're kidding! Me and my friend are jeevesandwooster! We wrote that stuff! I'm Wooster, at your service. Jeeves stayed home today and boy is she going to be mad…"

He looked at me with a shocked expression, and then started to laugh. "Wow, what a small world it is. I can't believe it. You wrote that story where House and Cameron get drunk and he shows her his leg? I always thought they should do something where he shows his leg…" I was in a major state of euphoria. He likes my fanfic, he likes my fanfic, HE LIKES MY FANFIC!

"Actually, my friend and I co-wrote it, but yeah." Hey, have to give credit where credit is due, right?

Finally, we arrive at the airport, where his wife and children are waiting to keep my daydream in check. I shook his hand and blushed when he thanked me for the ride.

"Oh man, my friend is not going to believe this."

"You have the autograph on your CD as physical evidence."

"Ok, then, but she'll never forgive me for having met you without her. Still, it's her mom's fault for not letting her ride with me despite me being an excellent driver. And to think I even offered her a ride today…"

He grinned at this. "Well, I have an idea of how you can make it up to her." I looked up at him questioningly. "You see, I've got a couple favors to pull in at Fox. Maybe you and your friend would like a roll in House? You'd have to audition to see how big a roll it is, but I could definitely guarantee at least a walk-on roll for the two of you. You think she would forgive you after that?"

Did he even have to ask?

And so, all my crazed and obsessive daydreams came true. After all, it is MY daydream. Now all of you go away, I have an audition….

So there you are, the worst and most pathetic daydream ever written. Though I'm sure you've all had similar ones. STOP LAUGHING AT ME. Oh well, I'm willing to sacrifice my honor for your amusement. Tomorrows blither is Jeeves' contribution: Random IM convos…