Surprise part 6
Title: Surprise part 6
Author: charisstoma
Rating: G
Content: one very pissed off MDL
Summary: Backup systems are there for a reason and the Master Librarian is using them.
Word count: 536
So long it had been since the Master Librarian had heard from his little love. Adnan, on consideration, decided to call up any recent diary entries from his djinn lover; leaving the older ones he‘d been treating himself with to later when maybe he and Steve could read them together, preferably in bed. He wanted to know if he was in the thoughts of the Lustful Liaison computer djinn before he made a fool of himself over a younger and perhaps fickle lover. It was odd. There didn’t appear to be any.
A further check that took a more comprehensive search utilizing the new backup systems, found several listings of which he had not been made aware. They were in the recycle files and some were already in the first sets of ‘to be reviewed’ files. A faint muted purring growl could be felt if one was looking for such unusual happenings. Faisal’s computer was the originator of all the actions taken on his Steve’s entries.
There, at the earliest of the files deleted to recycle, were the initial personal messages from his little lover. He vaguely remembered Faisal coming to him during one particular irritatingly hectic time about a message and him telling him to ‘handle it, he didn’t have time for non-consequentials‘. The Master Librarian wondered just how Faisal had handled it. Not well judging by the second PM and who knew how Faisal had responded to that. Faisal had a temper and was prone to being vindictive under the right circumstance. With a sigh, Adnan resolved to talk to his assistant/secretary. Something would have to be done if Steve was going to be, hopefully, a more active participant in his life.
The reading the actual diary entries after the skirmishing words, if they could be called that, between his lover and his assistant, revealed brave expressions of heartbreak that made him ache to comfort his lover. To go through a manufactured repudiation by a lover while aiding in the precipitating fruiting of another djinn’s love had to be especially cruel. Skipping quickly to the latest entry made Adnan stop before frantically going back in search of the entries in between. How he missed the presence of paper copies where one could spread multiple items across a desk’s expanse. He missed being able to lay open the pertinent facts for easy comparisons. His eyes widened. There was a trembling of his hands. His mouth set itself in ever more grimness as he read. Glancing back at the date of the first personal message, he did a quick rough calculation. With a roar that shook the ancient stones of the archive, the Master Djinn of the Ancient and Honorable Archives went in search of his assistant. Faisal would be lucky to find himself sweeping the lowest levels of what were known as the tombs where records were of the variety that were still being recorded in stone. That was IF he could be trusted to do even that without maliciousness resulting. It was perhaps wise that Faisal had taken himself to his family’s home in his ailing condition or the separate elements of his making would even now be sifting in amongst the Desert Sands.
Author: charisstoma
Rating: G
Content: one very pissed off MDL
Summary: Backup systems are there for a reason and the Master Librarian is using them.
Word count: 536
So long it had been since the Master Librarian had heard from his little love. Adnan, on consideration, decided to call up any recent diary entries from his djinn lover; leaving the older ones he‘d been treating himself with to later when maybe he and Steve could read them together, preferably in bed. He wanted to know if he was in the thoughts of the Lustful Liaison computer djinn before he made a fool of himself over a younger and perhaps fickle lover. It was odd. There didn’t appear to be any.
A further check that took a more comprehensive search utilizing the new backup systems, found several listings of which he had not been made aware. They were in the recycle files and some were already in the first sets of ‘to be reviewed’ files. A faint muted purring growl could be felt if one was looking for such unusual happenings. Faisal’s computer was the originator of all the actions taken on his Steve’s entries.
There, at the earliest of the files deleted to recycle, were the initial personal messages from his little lover. He vaguely remembered Faisal coming to him during one particular irritatingly hectic time about a message and him telling him to ‘handle it, he didn’t have time for non-consequentials‘. The Master Librarian wondered just how Faisal had handled it. Not well judging by the second PM and who knew how Faisal had responded to that. Faisal had a temper and was prone to being vindictive under the right circumstance. With a sigh, Adnan resolved to talk to his assistant/secretary. Something would have to be done if Steve was going to be, hopefully, a more active participant in his life.
The reading the actual diary entries after the skirmishing words, if they could be called that, between his lover and his assistant, revealed brave expressions of heartbreak that made him ache to comfort his lover. To go through a manufactured repudiation by a lover while aiding in the precipitating fruiting of another djinn’s love had to be especially cruel. Skipping quickly to the latest entry made Adnan stop before frantically going back in search of the entries in between. How he missed the presence of paper copies where one could spread multiple items across a desk’s expanse. He missed being able to lay open the pertinent facts for easy comparisons. His eyes widened. There was a trembling of his hands. His mouth set itself in ever more grimness as he read. Glancing back at the date of the first personal message, he did a quick rough calculation. With a roar that shook the ancient stones of the archive, the Master Djinn of the Ancient and Honorable Archives went in search of his assistant. Faisal would be lucky to find himself sweeping the lowest levels of what were known as the tombs where records were of the variety that were still being recorded in stone. That was IF he could be trusted to do even that without maliciousness resulting. It was perhaps wise that Faisal had taken himself to his family’s home in his ailing condition or the separate elements of his making would even now be sifting in amongst the Desert Sands.