A/N: Yay it's my birthday today! I just finished the next chapter so here it is, enjoy!
Doctor Dobson recommended that I let Jeeves stay here for the night and let him have his rest, when he feels he's up to going back at the flat we might do so. I'd explained that he had run off without my knowledge but the doctor didn't believe it, as it seemed he had heard a lot of Jeeves from Tuppy and thus thought him not capable of running off under these circumstances. I let it pass, I'll be at Jeeves' side when he wakes again, I've so many questions for him; 'Why did you go?' 'Do you remember anything?' 'Do you love me too?' The last question I shouldn't ask but keep for myself unless I am sure I see something that can be called' love' through his stuffed frog mask.
Than around an hour or two later he opened his eyes, he blinked at the dim light trying to focus. "Jeeves?" He glanced at me for a second and then he sighed, he actually sighed! But was it a happy sigh, a relieved sigh at seeing me, or perhaps it was a sad sigh. "Are you alright, Jeeves?" I asked quietly. He closed his eyes and turned his head away from me.
"Please Mr. Wooster, you didn't have to come and search for me." Jeeves said silently. I noted a strange tone in his voice, one I didn't recognize.
"You're not only my valet." I began, I still hoped he wanted to be my servant. "But you're also a friend." I looked into his eyes but couldn't see it glisten like once I knew they would, his eyes would lit up every time I sang, every time I told the problems with which one Bertram Wooster fell in the soup this time.
"I barely know you." Jeeves said now as a whisper, I was glad he'd fixed his eyes upon the sheets for he could not see the sorrow gripping my soul in a painful grip. The Wooster water workers began to work and I felt the tears fall down my cheek, Jeeves looked up when I tried to stifle a sob.
"I'm sorry, but you've been with me for nearly four years now and it's dashed painful to hear what you just said." My gaze turned to the ground, or I attempted to but some fingers stopped me from doing so. One of Jeeves' weak hands cupped half my cheek and half my chin.
"I see how much this affects you, sir but the only thing I can remember are those beautiful blue eyes you have." That confused me, he remembered my eyes? "They look with love to me, even in my dreams." Jeeves said. I was about to ask what he felt in these dreams when the doorman came back in.
"Mr. Wooster, Mr. Jeeves." He began. "I'm terribly sorry for interrupting you but there is someone on the phone for you, sir." The porter replied addressing me. I nodded and said:
"I'm coming." I turned to Jeeves. "I'll be right back, get some rest." Jeeves nodded and I followed the porter. I took the receiver and said a firm 'what ho!'
"Bertie? What are you doing I a club for butlers?" A voice on the other side asked me.
"first of all, who are you? And secondly my manservant is a member of this club and he isn't a butler I tell you." I said steadily frowning at the wall in the empty room. The doorman had left me alone.
"Why Bertie it's me Tuppy!" The voice that belonged to Tuppy replied.
"I say Tuppy, how did you know where I was?" I asked stunned.
"Well, Bingo told me you run off when he told you he'd talked to Jeeves and the rest I suppose you know." Tuppy said. "So I assumed you're still there." Of course he isn't that stupid at least one might think.
"Alright Tuppy something wrong with your lovely Rowena?" I asked sighing and wishing I could be with Jeeves right now.
"Actually yes, Bertie. She vanished when her father got arrested a few hours ago." Tuppy explained. I say! Did the blighter just say 'arrested'? What for?!
"I say Tuppy, old thing. Did you just say he got arrested?" I asked in a daze.
"Yes it seemed his doctor license was fake, he'd been arrested therefore you know. Mostly for prescribing wrong medicaments and giving wrong diagnosis' and such. But it doesn't matter really, can you help me find Rowena?" Tuppy said. My eyes had widened and I couldn't believe what he'd told me. Doctor Dobson looked quite a fine and a sympathy sort of chap.
"Good lord Tuppy!" I shouted, my voice sounded a lot lesser manly by now. "I gotta' go!" I said already placing the horn back. I run out of the room I'd been telephoning in and legged it back to Jeeves' side.
"Jeeves!" I yelled as I entered one of the spare rooms in the club. Jeeves looked up immediately with a confused lightning in his eyes.
"Mr. Wooster?" Jeeves asked? "Was it good news?" He asked when I approached the bed with a smile upon my map.
"Well, yes and no actually." Come to think of it, it wasn't really good news that Dobson was a fake doctor and had been treating Jeeves. Now I only have to seek another doctor. "Well Jeeves, the doctor who'd attended to you; doctor Dobson, has been arrested. He isn't a real doctor." I said, Jeeves gazed at me confused I took it as a sign and took up my speech: "Perhaps he wasn't right, Jeeves. Perhaps you will get your memories back, I'll seek a real doctor and let him diagnose you better!" I cried out happily.
"Thank you, sir." It sounded just the way he always sounded and I fell the Wooster eyes begin to tear up again.
"Now I must go and shoot down a so called friend named Tuppy." I replied heading for the door.
"Sir?" Jeeves asked. Really I think no one can imagine I'd actually missed this sir-ring wheeze.
"You know for putting me up with a fake doctor." Jeeves gave a half smile and I gave one of my own in return. When I turned to go he called me back.
"Wait Mr. Wooster." I halted myself to a stop and eyed him again. "Do you know one Mabel." This question stunned me into silence and I nodded slightly.
"She's your niece and wife of a friend of mine Biffy." I replied to him. He listened to every word that fell from my lips.
"Alright, thank you, Mr. Wooster." Jeeves thanked with more emotion in his voice.
"You're welcome, old fruit." And I left him for himself, I didn't ask about it because if he wanted someone he could talk about, he would only have to ask. I won't push him.
