A/N: I hope it isn't too boring…but I also hope you like it so far!

I'd been walking around until the late hours, I've been in search for the Junior Ganymede club for over four hours. I got a few friendly smiles and 'good-afternoons' or 'good-evenings'. I kindly responded to everyone but kept searching, I know I could simply ask someone where it is but for that I think I am too stubborn.

My head begun to hurt but tried to ignore it. Finally I saw the street name Curzon Street, it reminded me of something but I can't put my finger on it. I do know for sure I'd been here before. While I kept walking I saw various men pass, some of them too drunk for my likening and others looked like they've tasted something awful. But I guess they were members of the Junior Ganymede club for there it stood! The missing club! With a relieved sigh I walked inside the building, at the entrance stood I suppose the porter.

"Good evening, Mr. Jeeves." The porter said with a smile. I gave him a smile of my own and nodded ever so slightly.

"Good evening, Mr. …" I even didn't know his name. "I'm sorry but my memory isn't as good as it's used to." I explained. He didn't have to know what happened, or what Mr. Wooster told me what happened. The porter frowned and I wondered if I said something wrong.

"Well Mr. Jeeves, I didn't know you were capable of forgetting something. Ah, well who am I, huh?" The doorman sounded disappointed some way and I felt guilt wash over me. I ignored it and asked:

"Am I a member of this club?" No doubt I sounded like a fool. The porter had his eyes fixed on the ground until I finished my question, his gaze flew in my direction and the porter took a cautious step closer.

"Mr. Jeeves?" He began. "Are you feeling alright?" The porter asked. I sighed in annoyance and the porter who's name I still don't know frowned again, but now from concern. My headache had begun to beat the same rhythm as my heart-beat and my only thought now is a nice warm bed and a dark room. But before I had a change to answer the doorman, my eyes slipped close and my head took the better of me and every thought faded away, as did the pain. I hadn't noticed the pain had grown this bad. It was coincidence when the doorman asked me if I was alright and on that moment everything went black. But before that I could once again hear someone shout my name.

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Bertie

"Jeeves!"

I was just in time to see my man pass out. The doorman caught him in his arms and laid him slowly on the ground. I ran to their side and began to ask:

"What happened?" The porter gazed at me and then at Jeeves.

"He just passed out, Mr. …" The porter said. It's beginning to work on the Wooster system this whole 'Mr. …' So for the thousandth time I added:

"…Wooster…" I said it with a pesky tone in my voice.

"You are his employer? Mr. Wooster?" He asked emphasizing my surname.

"Yes, yes. Now please do help me get him off this ground and in a bed." I said hastily. "We don't live far away, if you would ca-.." The doorman cut me off with a shaking head and a thoughtful look upon him map. "What?" I asked him.

"Here are spare rooms Mr. Wooster. We're faster if we drag him upstairs then put you both in some cab and let you pull Mr. Jeeves all alone into your flat, Mr. Wooster?" He said with a questioning voice. I'm ashamed to say I have to agree this time.

"I think I have to agree." I took my motionless valet by his arms and the doorman took him by his feet. Together we put him in one of those small rooms you find sometimes up- or below-stairs in a club. The doorman called for a doctor and I waited patiently for him to come, in the meantime the porter had taken his post back at the door and I was left alone with my unconscious manservant. Why did he come here? Did he remember this place above his employer? All these days he's been with me. All these years. All of the beautiful memories washed away in one day.

The door opened and the porter came back in. "Mr. Wooster?" He began. "Here's the doctor you wanted." The doorman who's name I didn't know said letting doctor Dobson in.

"Thank-you." I thanked quietly. The doorman nodded and left again to take his post at the door. "I say, doctor is this normal?" I asked eyeing Jeeves. Doctor Dobson frowned and said in an asking voice:

"Mr. Wooster?"

"You know, passing out like that." I said. He let out a sigh and explained:

"Well it's highly possible it would happen when one's had such a bad concussion like Mr. Jeeves." That got me confused, he had stayed inside the flat for about a week and he didn't even seem to be near of passing out.

"But he didn't leave the flat once since the accident!" I said, I was gob smacked to hear my own voice sound like that.

"Please, Mr. Wooster. I take it you let him have plenty of bed-rest, and that's good." Doctor Dobson said. "But as it seems you thought he was ready for leaving the flat?" Doctor Dobson added. Of all the nerve! He thought I gave permission for my hurt manservant to leave the flat? If Bingo didn't tell a very worried Bertram that he had seen Jeeves just outside saying he was heading for the Junior Ganymede club, I don't know what I would have done? Perhaps call for the police, but then again the police wouldn't be a great help; they would send me to a loony house such as Colney Hatch under the watch of Sir Roderick Glossop, and that because I am searching my valet who left for less than five minutes!

Doctor Dobson took care of Jeeves and said he needed more rest and thus I will give it him if he at least stays in bed and don't run for the door again! I sighed a sigh.

"Yes yes quite." I said sadly. Of course I missed my Jeeves now even more than ever. He would tend to everything for the young master but now he's gone and I shall have to learn to live with this Jeeves from now on, I simply have to accept it.

"Something wrong Mr. Wooster?" Doctor Dobson asked me. I nodded before I knew what I was doing and said:

"He's not the same." I'd said quietly.

"I'd warned you he will likely not remember much, Mr. Wooster." My eyes fell down cast, not literally of course that would be very unpleasant what?

"I know, I know doctor." Doctor Dobson patted me on the shoulder.

"I see how much he means to you, sir." He began. If only he knew how much I love him! "But I don't know if his memories will ever be the same." He finished. I felt myself holding back tears at the thought of being able to see Jeeves but never being able to be understood or helped ,with an unfortunate engagement, like the Jeeves I knew, although his intelligence will be the same it's still not right. He doesn't even know who I am.