Fic: Untitled (Amazing Grace, Gen)
Title: Untitled (Feel free to suggest one!)
Author: myownprivatesfc
Fandom: Amazing Grace (Historical RPF)
Wordcount: 322
Rating: G
Characters: William Wilberforce, William Pitt
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Slice of life
Warning(s): Unbetaed. Historical RPF (since the movie "Amazing Grace" is based on the life of William Wilberforce)
Beta(s): None
Feedback: Here, please. It's the place I'm most likely to see it in a timely fashion. As to type, all comments/compliments/complaints/questions accepted; all constructive criticism doubly so.
Disclaimer: Wow. If there was ever a fic where I didn't own the characters, the one about real (albeit long-dead) historical people would be it. Yeah.
Dedication: For wig_powder, who accidentally provided me with the plot bunny that became this fic.
Summary: William Pitt goes to visit his sick friend, only to find him both better and worse than expected.
Notes: While searching for wig_powder's Amazing Grace fic Winter's End, I accidentally came across a mention of William Wilberforce suffering from (among everything else; the man was an h/c writer's dream!) sneezing fits caused by short-term opium withdrawal. Obviously, I had to write about it!
William Pitt knocked gently on the door to his friend's sickroom, wondering if perhaps he shouldn't have come. William Wilberforce had asked him specifically to come and tell him how things in Parliament were going without his absence, yet Pitt was worried his visit might be too taxing for the fevered man he saw lying before him.
He needn't have been concerned. Despite his pain and fatigue, the sight of his friend roused Wilberforce instantly. “Billy!” he cried joyfully. “How are things going? Have the books made any difference? What has Fox said?”
Pitt smiled, his worry easing somewhat. “Good morning, Wilber. Things are going as they always do: slowly and with a great deal of contention. But before I answer the rest of your questions, I must ask one of my own. Are you ill?”
“Not any more than is usual, these days. Why? Do I look so unwell?” Clearly distressed, Wilberforce struggled to sit upright before giving up and falling back with a groan.
“No, no,” Pitt hurried to reassure his friend, laying his hand on the other man's in a calming gesture. “I simply wondered if you hadn't come down with a head cold, on top of your other ills.”
“No, not at all. Why...ah. You heard the sneezes.” Wilberforce blushed, the color giving him a brief illusion of health. “No, I'm afraid they are a result of the opium, or rather, the lack of it. I missed my evening dose last night, and so woke up this way. It's uncomfortable, I'll admit, but perhaps it's meant to remind me to be more cautious with my medicines.”
“Of course,” Pitt replied, though in fact he was unsure of exactly what his friend meant. It didn't matter, he supposed; mentally, Wilberforce seemed to be in as fine form, and that was what truly mattered. He sat down on the bed, and began to give the news he'd come to deliver.
Author: myownprivatesfc
Fandom: Amazing Grace (Historical RPF)
Wordcount: 322
Rating: G
Characters: William Wilberforce, William Pitt
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Slice of life
Warning(s): Unbetaed. Historical RPF (since the movie "Amazing Grace" is based on the life of William Wilberforce)
Beta(s): None
Feedback: Here, please. It's the place I'm most likely to see it in a timely fashion. As to type, all comments/compliments/complaints/questions accepted; all constructive criticism doubly so.
Disclaimer: Wow. If there was ever a fic where I didn't own the characters, the one about real (albeit long-dead) historical people would be it. Yeah.
Dedication: For wig_powder, who accidentally provided me with the plot bunny that became this fic.
Summary: William Pitt goes to visit his sick friend, only to find him both better and worse than expected.
Notes: While searching for wig_powder's Amazing Grace fic Winter's End, I accidentally came across a mention of William Wilberforce suffering from (among everything else; the man was an h/c writer's dream!) sneezing fits caused by short-term opium withdrawal. Obviously, I had to write about it!
William Pitt knocked gently on the door to his friend's sickroom, wondering if perhaps he shouldn't have come. William Wilberforce had asked him specifically to come and tell him how things in Parliament were going without his absence, yet Pitt was worried his visit might be too taxing for the fevered man he saw lying before him.
He needn't have been concerned. Despite his pain and fatigue, the sight of his friend roused Wilberforce instantly. “Billy!” he cried joyfully. “How are things going? Have the books made any difference? What has Fox said?”
Pitt smiled, his worry easing somewhat. “Good morning, Wilber. Things are going as they always do: slowly and with a great deal of contention. But before I answer the rest of your questions, I must ask one of my own. Are you ill?”
“Not any more than is usual, these days. Why? Do I look so unwell?” Clearly distressed, Wilberforce struggled to sit upright before giving up and falling back with a groan.
“No, no,” Pitt hurried to reassure his friend, laying his hand on the other man's in a calming gesture. “I simply wondered if you hadn't come down with a head cold, on top of your other ills.”
“No, not at all. Why...ah. You heard the sneezes.” Wilberforce blushed, the color giving him a brief illusion of health. “No, I'm afraid they are a result of the opium, or rather, the lack of it. I missed my evening dose last night, and so woke up this way. It's uncomfortable, I'll admit, but perhaps it's meant to remind me to be more cautious with my medicines.”
“Of course,” Pitt replied, though in fact he was unsure of exactly what his friend meant. It didn't matter, he supposed; mentally, Wilberforce seemed to be in as fine form, and that was what truly mattered. He sat down on the bed, and began to give the news he'd come to deliver.