A/N: Sorry if the characters are too OOC, and for any spelling faults and grammar mistakes, I'm not very good at English…But still, thanks for reading it!
There will be Bertie's and Jeeves' POV in this chapter!
We'd spent the rest of the week talking and we tried to get at least a bit more of recollection of his life. Well I'm sorry to say that we didn't get far if you get my meaning, he could only recall a few things, most of them being bad ones like: When he was a child he felt lonely, his mother passed away short after he was born and his father had been a butler for years. He didn't grow up with other children, he sat most of the time in a library, he told me. I'm not even sure if he got to school, he can't remember anything from that time. It was a dashed awful youth if you ask me, while I was seeking for other boys to play with, Jeeves was somewhere far away in his library reading every book on earth! I felt a great sympathy towards the man. I'd asked him if he remembered something of his adult life and he only said: "No I do not." I felt the Wooster heart shatter again, I had been careful with the previous time it fell into thousand pieces, I'd plastered them with tender love but all in vein it seemed.
Jeeves had been laying most of the time for his head. Something that the old Jeeves wouldn't admit is that his head was hurting no bit, this Jeeves did admit it. I didn't notice the pain in his eyes until he said: "Um…Mr. Wooster, do you have an aspirin?" I asked than:
"But of course, what's the matter old fruit? Is the bean throbbing?" Jeeves gazed at me with his stuffed frog mask firmly in place.
"Perhaps a little, sir;" He replied. "By Jove, I've missed that 'sir'!" I thought, perhaps it's about time that I call his sister or cousin or whoever lives here in England. But there's one problem; where do I find them? I ankled to the kitchen and searched for something that looked like an aspirin box, but I couldn't find it there so I legged it back to Jeeves.
"Ah…er, Jeeves? Do you know where you've put the medication?" I asked my man. He viewed the wall behind me and replied:
"I think it might be in your bathroom, Mr. Wooster." I nodded and entered my salle de bain and then I saw something I'd never noticed before, the mirror had a small gap. I pulled it open and there they were the medication I was seeking for! Happily with my discovery I hastened my hands through the little boxes and searched for something that stood for an aspirin. When I found it I got back to the master bedroom where Jeeves still lay, or at least thought he lay. When I entered I was greeted with an empty bed and a wide open door. Perhaps his valet-instinctskicked in and was working again, even with a headache the man would never abandon his work. How many times did I say the man wa-…erm…is a marvel?
"Jeeves?" I asked at the empty space of the flat in the sitting room, I viewed around the room only to be greeted with the same silence I got for response. I drew my eyebrows together and dashed over to the kitchen and when I didn't saw anyone in there I began to feel my heart beating in my throat, he wasn't even in his lair nor was he in the guest room. "Jeeves?" I called again, but yet again there was no response back. "Where could he be?"I thought.
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Jeeves
I lied when I said my head hurt, but I only did it because Mr. Wooster asked so many things I could not even answer but even if I could I wouldn't wan't to say too much. When Mr. Wooster departed the room I thought back at a dream I had last, perhaps it wasn't a dream but a memory. I saw a woman, and not just a woman but one that looked like me. She talked to me in a sweet voice, she said: "Reggie, you know you will leave this employer soon, you've never stayed long with any employer." Somehow it hurt to hear this but I held strong in front of the sweet lady and asked:
"What might you think that?" I felt myself frown and had watched the lady place a hand upon my own.
"There's too much danger around him and his just like you, reg." I didn't understand what she'd meant with that but that got me speechless, I took my own hand underneath hers and placed it on my brow. I heard myself whisper something:
"Oh, Mabel." I hoped that was her name; Mabel. It got me further.
When Mr. Wooster entered the room again he asked me where I would put the medication, I said in the bathroom and there he went. Somehow I didn't trust that man and decided to put as fast as I could my clothes on and depart from there, when I was ready I heard Mr. Wooster reproach the door and I run for the front door of the flat, the last thing I heard from inside was Mr. Wooster calling my name. I whispered then: "sorry Bertram." It came out my mouth before I had a chance to stop it. I felt sorry but still, I don't trust him? I sighed and straightened my hastily put-on tie. I wore a black valet uniform and as It seems it fit perfectly well. That opened new things for me, Mr. Wooster said he is my employer and the uniform is good evidence to prove it.
I walked out of the flat and just when I turned around the corner I heard someone shout my name. "Jeeves!" I searched for someone who could have been the mysterious voice. Then i saw someone put his arm in the air and coming towards me. He smiled brightly at me and then asked: "Heading out are you?" I frowned looking around. When I saw the man still looking at me with upraised eyebrows I replied:
"I think I already am outside, sir." He nodded and asked:
"Why, Jeeves. What happened to the 'Mr. Little'?" He asked, I took he must be Mr. Little. "If you're dismissed by Bertie I wouldn't mind being your employer. Then I don't mind to be called 'sir'." He told me, so there was a witness and a valet-uniform to prove I am indeed a valet and a valet of none other than Mr. Wooster.
"If you prefer me calling you Mr. Little I will remind myself of it." I said, Mr. Little nodded and i added. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Little but I must go now." I told him, well i don't know where to go but if the once-familiar streets of London would lead me to a memory it would be a great help.
"Alright Jeeves, going to the Junior Ganymede club?" He asked. Junior Ganymede? It sounds familiar, where would that club be?
"Yes, yes, Mr. Little I do." I said and finally ran past him tipping my bowler hat I had taken before i reached the door. "Good day." I said already far away from the other man. I didn't bother to turn around but just kept walking in search for that club. Perhaps they could help me find that Mabel.
