I finally caught her...
She thought she could obscure it from me.
She thought I would not catch her in the act of it.
She thought I would be distracted enough by watching 'Master and Commander', a ...moo-vay about the His Majesty's Navy not to notice her checking her ee-lact-tron-nak mail.
She, dear ladies and gentlemen, was wrong.
My secretary ... is a slash writer.
Yes, I was quite surprised myself. I honestly believed she and I had reached an understanding. That I knew everything about her. Oh, how sadly I was mistaken.
She won't tell me which stories are hers, of course, but she apparently has written some sort of fanfiction about .. ah ... yes. About a certain person, in my accquaintence, and his, er, emotional attatchment to me.
Yes. Emotional Attatchment.
Insert my sigh here.
Today on Norrington Says - Lieutenants In Love, The Slash Evolution of Gillette.
...I really do not know what to say. It is Gillette, after all. My second-in-command. Loyal and dedicated to a fault.
Er, apparently one fault. Of course, I am not saying that it is a FAULT ... just ... not something I would expect from him. Not that he has let me down in any way by being put in these fanfictions that have him pining for me.
Rather, or ... not to sound egostical. There are naturally those where I am pining over him.
...Not right now! In the stories!
Oh, bloody hell.
Very well, I am going to put this as succiently as possible. By in large, Gillette/Myself fanfiction is a well-written genre. These stories have verve, passion, and a great sense of realism.
On a personal note, as much as I respect Gillette, I would find it flattering that such a young man would have such feelings - however socialably unacceptable. It is not my place to 'judge' the 'wrongness', for in this strange new world what was once wrong has been shown to be quite right. Perhaps wrong all along.
Also, I do have a sense of emotive feeling towards Gillette. He is my second, after all, and of course my friend. He is, despite the many paintbrushes that color him everything from a whiny brat to a colder bastard than I, a dedicated man of the service. Too smart, perhaps, but he never chafes under command.
I am a man who can change his mind. I am not immobile. If Andrew loved me, I would feel flattered, even if I could not feel the same way.
Besides, better a warm and loving relationship than this raping of young blacksmiths that disgusts me so. There is also a plot one can follow, with words of more than two syllables.
...However, I must add this, as it has confused me in the Gillette/Myself fanfiction.
What do the mangos have to do with anything? They are most puzzling.
Yours Respectfully,
And perhaps a little Wiser,
Commodore J.L. Norrington
She thought I would not catch her in the act of it.
She thought I would be distracted enough by watching 'Master and Commander', a ...moo-vay about the His Majesty's Navy not to notice her checking her ee-lact-tron-nak mail.
She, dear ladies and gentlemen, was wrong.
My secretary ... is a slash writer.
Yes, I was quite surprised myself. I honestly believed she and I had reached an understanding. That I knew everything about her. Oh, how sadly I was mistaken.
She won't tell me which stories are hers, of course, but she apparently has written some sort of fanfiction about .. ah ... yes. About a certain person, in my accquaintence, and his, er, emotional attatchment to me.
Yes. Emotional Attatchment.
Insert my sigh here.
Today on Norrington Says - Lieutenants In Love, The Slash Evolution of Gillette.
...I really do not know what to say. It is Gillette, after all. My second-in-command. Loyal and dedicated to a fault.
Er, apparently one fault. Of course, I am not saying that it is a FAULT ... just ... not something I would expect from him. Not that he has let me down in any way by being put in these fanfictions that have him pining for me.
Rather, or ... not to sound egostical. There are naturally those where I am pining over him.
...Not right now! In the stories!
Oh, bloody hell.
Very well, I am going to put this as succiently as possible. By in large, Gillette/Myself fanfiction is a well-written genre. These stories have verve, passion, and a great sense of realism.
On a personal note, as much as I respect Gillette, I would find it flattering that such a young man would have such feelings - however socialably unacceptable. It is not my place to 'judge' the 'wrongness', for in this strange new world what was once wrong has been shown to be quite right. Perhaps wrong all along.
Also, I do have a sense of emotive feeling towards Gillette. He is my second, after all, and of course my friend. He is, despite the many paintbrushes that color him everything from a whiny brat to a colder bastard than I, a dedicated man of the service. Too smart, perhaps, but he never chafes under command.
I am a man who can change his mind. I am not immobile. If Andrew loved me, I would feel flattered, even if I could not feel the same way.
Besides, better a warm and loving relationship than this raping of young blacksmiths that disgusts me so. There is also a plot one can follow, with words of more than two syllables.
...However, I must add this, as it has confused me in the Gillette/Myself fanfiction.
What do the mangos have to do with anything? They are most puzzling.
Yours Respectfully,
And perhaps a little Wiser,
Commodore J.L. Norrington