A/N: This' the last chapter, in this chapter will be the slashy part but only on the very end, sorry. But still I hope you enjoy! Oh and apologies for my bad English, I'm not really good in languages.

I sought another doctor and quick found one, I told him what had happened and thus he came the next day Jeeves was back home. I'd opened the door to let the doctor in and I introduced him to Jeeves. "Jeeves! This' doctor Burn." I said, doctor Burn shook Jeeves' hand.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Jeeves." Doctor Burn greeted. Jeeves nodded but didn't say anything.

"I say Jeeves are you feeling alright?" I asked him gazing at his pale face, you all are probably thinking 'But he has always a pale face' well I shall tell you, he looked now even paler, even the snow looks gray compared with this color.

"Yes, sir. I am as it seems quite fine." I nodded unsure if I should believe him. The doctor just kept out of it until I laid the old eyes upon him.

"er…If you wouldn't mind Mr. Jeeves, I'd like to examine your head." Doctor Burn stepped forward and entered Jeeves' energy field. Jeeves bowed his head a little while the doctor examined his skull. When doctor Burn was done doing so, he nodded stepping backwards again. "It's clear gentlemen." Doctor Burn began. "After a thick-ish month he will remember a lot more." Doctor Burn told us with a bright smile that threatened to split his face in two. I felt my mouth do the same but didn't see any happiness on Jeeves' map, he didn't smile he only stared at us grinning away like a child having a nice ice-cream.

"Good lord Jeeves, aren't you happy with this news?" I asked confused.

"I am, sir." Jeeves said.

"You don't sound convincing enough, my good chap." I told him even more confused by his dry answer.

"I am sorry for your misinterpretation, sir." Jeeves said bitterly. I gaped, gaped I'll tell you!

"I shall leave now." Doctor Burn replied a bit awkward. "Good day further."

"Yes, yes. You too doctor. Thank you for the wonderful news." I shook his hand and gave a small smile. He returned the smile and then smiled at Jeeves. Jeeves bowed his head and said quietly:

"Thank-you, doctor Burn." When the doctor left I turned back to Jeeves. His face looked more worn and viewed with blurry eyes the sheets which he lay beneath.

"My word old fruit, you sure you're feeling 'fine'?" I asked using his words to reflect my point.

"Just a little tired, sir." He said looking in my eyes, I could see something in them. Something more than exhaustion. I let it pass and said:

"Alright Jeeves, I'll let you alone so you can rest somewhat more." I ankled out of the room without comment and placed myself on the settee. Perhaps he was just being Jeeves, he'd never showed more than an upraised eyebrow or if you are lucky he'll lift one corner of his mouth! Good old Jeeves will never change. Then a thought struck me, he asked about his niece Mabel; perhaps if I can find her she can help here a bit with Jeeves. Now I only have to know where to find her, if the Wooster onion serves well I'd say she married my pall Biffy Biffen. Good Lord it's been long when I'd last seen him, I should telephone him! And thus I ankled to the telephone. I took the receiver but only realizing then that I didn't know him number. I sighed a heavy sigh, I opened all the drawers of the armoire the telephone was placed on and eventually found a small telephone book. I sought for Biffy's name and soon found it, when someone picked up I was greeted with the voice of none other than Biffy himself!

"Mr. Wooster's residence, Mr. Wooster here." I said in a perfect valet voice.

"Why I say, Bertie is that you?" Biffy began. "I thought the butler used to say that when he's the one being called." Biffy replied, it occurred to me that he was right indeed. I'd never heard Jeeves saying anything like that when he made calls for an appointment or other things.

"Quite right you are, Biffy." I said "We shall start again than, shall we?" I asked clearing my throat.

"Right. Hullo, who's this?" He asked.

"What ho, Biffy old chump! It's Bertie here, I've a question." I said coming quick to the point.

"Shoot me, Bertie" I've never heard such nonsense in my entire life I must say. Why would I want to do that?

"What? Why would you want that?" I asked gob smacked.

"Just ask me what you want Bertie, I've been in America for a while and took up some phrases I'm afraid." He replied.

"Very well, now I wanted to ask you if Mabel's there." I said not really asking.

"Yes she's here, you're not going to nick her under my nose now are you, Bertie?" Biffy asked suspicious.

"I shouldn't dream of it." I said solemnly. "It's something regarding Jeeves." I replied shortly.

"What has he gotta' do with this?" Biffy asked me. I slapped my forehead and kindly remembered him of the fact that she was related to Jeeves.

"She's his niece, Biffy!" Alright perhaps not very kindly but more in an aggressive way, I'm afraid I would have woken up Jeeves if he got any rest with me talking nonsense at the telephone or as far as he knew to myself. "Just give her now would you?" I asked calming down.

"Fine Bertie, I'm nodding towards my imaginary Bertie right now." I frowned at that.

"Sure, nod away my friend." I said. Am I the same as my friends are when not under pressure? I do hope not that bad though. I was shaken back to reality when a female voice greeted me sweetly.

"Hello Mr. Wooster." Mabel greeted politely. "I've heard you wanted to talk about Jeeves?"

"Ah, yes. I do indeed." I said gazing at the door of the master bedroom. "But perhaps it would be better if you'd come here and let you see it for yourself." I suggested. I awaited a response and finally she said:

"Alright, I shall come directly." She sounded worried. I 'toodle pip-ed her and down went the horn. I put it back and sat back down on the settee and took my cigarette case. Once a gasper was lit, I sat back lazily.

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Jeeves

I heard everything that had been said, or at least from Mr. Wooster's side of line. I didn't know to whom he telephoned nor did I know who was coming, he hadn't informed me of any guests and thus I shall have to await their arrival. I'd caught a pair names like 'Biffy' and 'Mabel'. I had asked Mr. Wooster if he knew one Mabel and as you all know he informed me 'Mabel' is my niece. I assume she must be the one coming. When the doorbell sounded half an hour later, Mr. Wooster opened the door for our Guest's'.

A soft knock sounded against the bedroom door and Mr. Wooster entered followed by a rather familiar looking woman. "What ho, Jeeves. Thi-.." I cut him off mid-sentence:

"Mabel." I smiled at her and she came closer to the bed on which I lay upon.

"What happened?" She asked Mr. Wooster. He began to tell everything from beginning 'til end. He told every detail, he even described what he felt when he saw my blood. I saw his eyes become watery sometimes but he held firm. A preux chevalier shouldn't show his weakness in the presence of women.

Mabel gasped a few times but understood the situation quickly. "Could you please help us until Jeeves has his memory back?" Mr. Wooster asked in a desperate tone.

"Yes of course." The smile that crept upon the map of my employer made my day again. It had occurred me I felt myself brighten up when I saw Mr. Wooster smiling, the feeling I get when he looks into my eyes, with such loyalty towards me and…and…love? Did Mr. Wooster look like he loved me? I saw him looking at other people, unknown people but also one's he knows but he always looks different to me. I'm afraid to admit I hope he looks with love at me and not with great friendship.

Mabel departed soon so she could pack her bags and move in here until everything was well again. With as result I was left alone with Mr. Wooster once more. "er…Jeeves old thing?" Mr. Wooster said in an asking tone of voice, I looked up at him and he gazed down at me, and yet again I saw a light playing in his eyes making them seem darker but also brighter. I gave him a questioning expression and he went further. "Well, it's this 'thing' Jeeves." He said, it puzzled me greatly.

"Sir?" I asked confused.

"I'm sorry Jeeves that I have say it now, but I have a feeling this is my only chance to say it." Mr. Wooster breathed deeply in and I waited for the words that would come out of his beautiful singer voice. The blond curls that played in the sunlight when we were in America or here at the London flat he would sing away at his piano, now I realize he hadn't been playing since this all happened and I would make a comment about it but the words that came out of his mouth stopped me .

"Jeeves, I love you." He said and watched my stunned face, eyes wide with…with what? I really cannot say. "I've done so for merely two years if not more and I understand if you feel disgusted or if you want to leave, but leave with the thought I love you and I would do everything for you." Mr. Wooster's water workers began to work and on the moment I saw the tears roll down his cheek I knew I loved him too, I'd always done so. I remember the day I left him because of a disagreement regarding a banjolele, my heart sank when I closed the door of the flat behind me.

"I love you too." I whispered quietly. Mr. Wooster's head shot up immediately, he'd been staring at the ground until I spoke.

"Really?" A sound of disbelieve sounded in his voice and a smile threatened to split his face in two.

"Really." I confirmed placing a hand on his cheek and brushed away the drying tear. He came closer and everything went from firework to explosion. He kissed me soundly and deeply, we parted and gasped for air. "I will never leave you again, not even when you decide to play the banjolele again." I whispered in his ear. He gasped and shouted even more happily:

"You remember!" I smiled at him and he kissed me again.

"That's lovely." We heard Mabel's voice enter. We gaped at her and she nodded. "It's nothing, I shall leave you two." She replied and legged it, like my emplo-.. Excuse me... Lover would say. I kissed Bertram and he whispered words of love into my mouth.

All will be well in the world again.

THE END