Two little ficlets
I wrote these for bringthehappy, and I thought I'd share the happy with you too. None of it belongs to me at all, I'm just trying to raise a smile. The first is Discworld, the second Highlander/NCIS.
Prompt No.1:
Vimes didn’t want to come to Uberwald, and he certainly didn’t want to bring Young Sam with him, and he most definitely did not want to bring Young Sam to Uberwald in the depths of winter. Yet here they both were. He was here because Lord Vetinari had asked him, in that way he had that very firmly meant he was ordered to go. Vetinari had insisted that as Ambassador for Ankh Morpork, it was his duty to attend some ball or other. Vimes hadn’t exactly paid much attention beyond ‘Uberwald’ and ‘go now’.
Young Sam’s presence was an unavoidable problem - Sybil had gone to stay with a cousin in the country (she had been unclear on the specific location, apparently feeling ‘the country’ sufficed) who was suffering from ‘women’s troubles’ (again unspecified), leaving Sam senior holding the toddler.
As the carriage rattled along the winding mountain pass, Young Sam stared avidly out the window at the scenery rushing past until he pointed out of the window and exclaimed,
“Wha’s at?!”
Sam looked out the window and followed his son’s finger to the peak of the mountains. For a horrible moment he thought Young Sam had spotted marauding trolls, or bandits of some kind, but he saw nothing. Suddenly, he realised that Sam was looking at the snow-capped peaks.
“It’s snow,” he said.
“Sno,” Young Sam repeated and beamed delightedly.
Several hours later, Commander Vimes of the Ankh Morpork Watch had a very cold nose and cheeks that were bright red and burning. He couldn’t even feel his fingers or toes anymore and he sorely wished he’d brought gloves and stouter boots. But as he stood back and admired his handiwork, Young Sam clapped in delight at the sight of his very first snowman.
On balance, Vimes decided, it was worth it.
Prompt No.2:
Ducky looked around the room, scanning the party guests for a familiar face, until his eyes locked with those of an attractive young blonde. He crossed the room, a large smile on his face.
“Amanda,” he purred.
“Donald,” Amanda replied with genuine pleasure and a smile that mirrored his.
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Scotland, 1966
Amanda looked around the room, scanning the party guests for a familiar face, until her eyes locked with those of an attractive young blonde. She crossed the room, a large smile on her face.
“Donald,” she purred.
“Amanda!” Ducky replied with genuine pleasure and a smile that mirrored hers.
*-*
“Last time we met, I was the younger,” Ducky said with a grin as he handed her a glass of wine.
“You still are,” Amanda replied. She leaned in and kissed him.
“Oh, well, indeed!” Ducky blushed a little, suddenly a little flustered. Despite their shared past, it had been quite some time since such an attractive woman had made advances. And although he knew her true age, he also knew that everyone in the room only saw a young woman kissing the mature pathologist.
“Let’s get out of here,” Amanda suggested, nodding her head in the direction of the door. Ducky just nodded and they began maneuvering their way from the room.
When they reached the hall, Amanda slipped into the cloakroom to fetch her coat, leaving Ducky for a moment. Tony sidled up to him and leaned in conspiratorially.
“She’s a niece, right? A really affectionate niece,” he said. Ducky tutted.
“Anthony, I’m not dead yet, you know.”
Prompt No.1:
Vimes didn’t want to come to Uberwald, and he certainly didn’t want to bring Young Sam with him, and he most definitely did not want to bring Young Sam to Uberwald in the depths of winter. Yet here they both were. He was here because Lord Vetinari had asked him, in that way he had that very firmly meant he was ordered to go. Vetinari had insisted that as Ambassador for Ankh Morpork, it was his duty to attend some ball or other. Vimes hadn’t exactly paid much attention beyond ‘Uberwald’ and ‘go now’.
Young Sam’s presence was an unavoidable problem - Sybil had gone to stay with a cousin in the country (she had been unclear on the specific location, apparently feeling ‘the country’ sufficed) who was suffering from ‘women’s troubles’ (again unspecified), leaving Sam senior holding the toddler.
As the carriage rattled along the winding mountain pass, Young Sam stared avidly out the window at the scenery rushing past until he pointed out of the window and exclaimed,
“Wha’s at?!”
Sam looked out the window and followed his son’s finger to the peak of the mountains. For a horrible moment he thought Young Sam had spotted marauding trolls, or bandits of some kind, but he saw nothing. Suddenly, he realised that Sam was looking at the snow-capped peaks.
“It’s snow,” he said.
“Sno,” Young Sam repeated and beamed delightedly.
Several hours later, Commander Vimes of the Ankh Morpork Watch had a very cold nose and cheeks that were bright red and burning. He couldn’t even feel his fingers or toes anymore and he sorely wished he’d brought gloves and stouter boots. But as he stood back and admired his handiwork, Young Sam clapped in delight at the sight of his very first snowman.
On balance, Vimes decided, it was worth it.
Prompt No.2:
Ducky looked around the room, scanning the party guests for a familiar face, until his eyes locked with those of an attractive young blonde. He crossed the room, a large smile on his face.
“Amanda,” he purred.
“Donald,” Amanda replied with genuine pleasure and a smile that mirrored his.
*-*
Scotland, 1966
Amanda looked around the room, scanning the party guests for a familiar face, until her eyes locked with those of an attractive young blonde. She crossed the room, a large smile on her face.
“Donald,” she purred.
“Amanda!” Ducky replied with genuine pleasure and a smile that mirrored hers.
*-*
“Last time we met, I was the younger,” Ducky said with a grin as he handed her a glass of wine.
“You still are,” Amanda replied. She leaned in and kissed him.
“Oh, well, indeed!” Ducky blushed a little, suddenly a little flustered. Despite their shared past, it had been quite some time since such an attractive woman had made advances. And although he knew her true age, he also knew that everyone in the room only saw a young woman kissing the mature pathologist.
“Let’s get out of here,” Amanda suggested, nodding her head in the direction of the door. Ducky just nodded and they began maneuvering their way from the room.
When they reached the hall, Amanda slipped into the cloakroom to fetch her coat, leaving Ducky for a moment. Tony sidled up to him and leaned in conspiratorially.
“She’s a niece, right? A really affectionate niece,” he said. Ducky tutted.
“Anthony, I’m not dead yet, you know.”