LOTR RPF - AU - WWII Chapter 2
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kitsune_writesAuthor: Fox
Rating: Entire series will be a hard R to NC-17 for violence, language, sexual situations so forth and such like. This part PG-13 (at best) for language.
Pairing: Gen for now.
Disclaimer: This story is not to be taken as factual even though there are factual elements to it - it is a fictionalized account and it did not happen. The characterizations are not the real people who's names and images I've used in my story - they are false and should not be taken to indicate any sort of agreement with what I've written. I am not making any money from this, only using my (admittedly) overactive imagination.
A/N: Artistic license is my friend. I've tried to be as accurate as possible but sometimes I tweak history to help myself out. ;-)
Many and repeated thanks to AnneMarie, Julie and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pippinmctaggart for the betas and hand holding. Hope it's worth it. Also, while this has been betaed, I am a compulsive tinkerer so any mistakes are mine.
Chapter 1 can be found here.
28 April 1942 High Wycombe, 48 km west of London
Andy Serkis pushed his non-regulation length curls off his forehead as he waited for the arrival of the Officer in Charge of the base. He smiled, bemused, at his situation. He had been quick to dismiss McKellen's earlier warnings. 'You may encounter some difficulties tracking these officers down, Serkis,' the Brigadier had said. Andy, ever the optimist, had shrugged it off. He'd been willing to grant the young Guardsman who'd greeted him fifteen minutes to search because he'd assumed that Major Boyd would be found in that time. Instead, he'd been forced to cool his heels as the Guardsman called in a Staff Sergeant, who also hunted for several minutes before declaring there was no Major William Boyd on the registry for the base. Both men had looked at Andy and shrugged helplessly before calling their Officer in Charge, a Colonel Alan Lee, to see if he could solve the mystery. Andy had settled himself back into his chair to wait for yet another person to search for the elusive Major Boyd.
Colonel Lee entered the waiting room five minutes later, a frown already on his face. Andy stood up and saluted. "Colonel Lee, I'm Captain Serkis. Brigadier McKellen of MI5 informed me I could find Major William Boyd on this base."
"Yes?" Lee said, frown deepening at Boyd's name.
"I've been here for thirty minutes, sir. He's yet to be found," Serkis replied, raising his hands in a "who knew it would be this difficult" gesture.
"Why not?" Lee demanded, glaring at the two enlisted men. "His man is in the non-com club. He'll know where the Major is, certainly."
"You are aware of Boyd then?" Andy asked, raising one eyebrow. "These men say he is not on the register."
"He's not," Lee growled, obviously not pleased with that fact. "Otherwise, he would be required to take part in the everyday duties and formations for officers at this base. He has permission to be excused. You will have to go through his man to get to him. Lucky for you, Sergeant Sean Bean, who is also exempt from duty and manoeuvers, is, at the moment, in the non-com club drinking a pint."
Andy fought back his chuckle as this was an obvious sore spot for Colonel Lee. Personally, he was finding Boyd and Bean's ducking of duty and flaunting it in the face of the base commanders amusing. Maybe this trip wouldn't be as deadly boring as he'd feared.
"What does MI5 need with the Major?" Lee asked.
Andy met the Colonel's eyes and smiled. "I can't say, Colonel, but what I can say is that after today, Boyd will no longer be your problem."
Lee looked so relieved that Andy had to fight his chuckle until he was out of the building.
*********
Base Non-Commissioned Officer's Club
Andy pushed open the door and looked around the club. He then realized that neither the Colonel, nor either of the enlisted men, had offered a description of Sergeant Bean. He shook his head at petty games and went to the bar to ask which of the men was Bean. He was directed to a table along the back wall, where a lone man was sitting, contemplating his lager. As he walked toward the table, Andy studied the Sergeant. Bean's blond hair was brushing his collar, his blouse was unbuttoned, and his sleeves rolled up past his elbows. Apparently, very few of the rules pertained to Sgt. Bean, Serkis thought, smiling to himself. When he reached the table, Bean looked up at him, sharp green eyes taking his measure.
"Sergeant Bean." It was not a question.
"Who wants to know?" Bean challenged.
"Captain Serkis, MI5," Andy said evenly, successfully keeping the smirk not only off of his face but out of his voice. He would have to congratulate himself later, because Bean was obviously an agitator. Andy was also an agitator. So brilliant an agitator, in fact, that the only reason he hadn't been court-martialed and put in prison, or worse, was because Brigadier McKellen had rescued him. Serkis owed McKellen more than he could ever repay, and dealing with a smartass Northerner was an easy way to settle up some of that debt.
"And what would MI5 be needing with this poor soldier?"
Andy smiled a little. "It would appear, Sergeant Bean, that you are the only soul on this base who knows the whereabouts of Major William Boyd. I would very much like to speak with him."
Calculating green eyes narrowed. "Would you now? Well, so do lots of blokes." Bean deliberately took his time taking a deep swallow of lager. "If I was of a mind to take you, what would you be wanting to speak to the Major about, sir?"
"That's for the Major to know, Sergeant," Andy replied, his smile widening.
Bean grunted and took another long swig of lager. "I'll just be finishing my pint then, sir."
"You do that," Andy said, grabbing a chair and straddling it, his arms resting on the back.
Sean snorted loudly. "I'm not going anywhere, sir."
Andy chuckled. "Not without me, at any rate."
Bean laughed as he raised his mug and toasted the captain.
Serkis reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope. He laid it on the table before looking up at his companion.
"What's that, then?" Sean asked, his eyebrow raising.
"Orders for Major Boyd."
Bean cursed under his breath. "Why didn't you say so, sir?" he demanded before draining the rest of his drink and standing up. "Come on, then," he said as he hurried out of the club.
"I didn't say because you seemed to be having such a good time. I do so hate to ruin a good time," Andy said to Sean's back as he followed the man to a jeep parked illegally by the side of the club.
"I was, sir," Sean said as he turned and gestured Andy into the jeep with a quick grin. "I don't fuck around with the Major's official business, though." He winced as he realized what he'd said and to whom. "I mean..."
Andy waved the retraction away. "You strike me as the type of bloke who says exactly what he means, Sergeant. Regardless, I'm not going to take offence at your verbal fuck-up, all right?"
Sean chuckled as he started the jeep and headed out. It wasn't often that he took a liking to someone so quickly, let alone an officer, but Serkis was all right. Bean was sure that Serkis and Boyd would get along, with some notable exceptions of course, and he was anticipating their first meeting, and the possible fireworks therein, with great amusement.
Andy caught a hint of the smile that flitted across Bean's face. "What's got you in such high humour?"
Sean shook his head. "Nothing, sir."
Andy's eyebrow rose in disbelief, but he stayed silent throughout the rest of the drive.
Bean pulled up in front of an office on the far side of the base. Andy was a bit confused. Surely, after everything he'd had to go through to find Boyd, the man wasn't holed up in an office where anyone could walk in and find him. "The Major is here?"
Sean snorted. "Only for a meeting, sir. I think it's about time to rescue him. Come on."
Andy shook his head and followed.
*********
Major William Boyd was frustrated. Forty-five minutes ago he’d been dropped off for a meeting with Colonel Alfred Winston-Davis, the commanding officer of the Queen’s Regiment first battalion, currently stationed at High Wycombe before shipping out to North Africa. Winston-Davis had begun the meeting by explaining that the Americans wanted to play war-training games with their British cousins. Winning was paramount, and how better to beat those obnoxious Yanks, the Colonel had said contemptuously, than to spring a battle-tested SAS Major on them. Boyd had tried to tell Winston-Davis that he was not available, but when he’d made to speak, the Colonel had told him to shut it until he’d been given permission to open his mouth. Boyd had subsided into sullen silence while Winston-Davis had launched into an excruciatingly detailed description of the mission he’d wanted the Major to lead.
“Sir, I am exempt from all base exercises, activities and initiatives,” Billy said crisply when permission to speak had finally been granted.
The Colonel straightened in his chair across the table. “Major,” he began coldly, “I will see you on the line at oh-five-hundred tomorrow morning or I will send you down for insubordination and dereliction of duty.”
Billy reached into his inside jacket pocket, pulled out a white envelope, laid it on the table and pushed it across to the colonel. “You might want to read that, sir,” he said as he leaned back in his chair. He disliked using the orders inside - was only supposed to use them as a last resort according to Colonel David Stirling, his commanding officer - and he was terribly annoyed that Winston-Davis had forced his hand.
The Colonel pulled a single mimeograph sheet out of the envelope, and read it carefully. Billy could tell the exact moment Winston-Davis saw the Prime Minister’s signature, as the man’s eyes widened almost comically before he really looked at Billy. “What are you doing at High Wycombe, then, Major Boyd?”
Billy’s smile did not reach his eyes. “I’m awaiting new orders from Downing Street, sir. Would you like to explain to Mr. Churchill precisely why I was unavailable if he were to have need of my services while I was running around in the woods on your mission of paramount importance?”
Winston-Davis stood up and slammed his palms on the table before leaning forward so he loomed over Boyd. “I will not tolerate insubordination, Major, not even from a man with the Prime Minister’s signature on his orders!”
Billy had reached the end of his patience. He did not suffer fools, even those of higher rank. He stood up as well - straightened to his full five foot six inches and stared back at the Winston-Davis. “Understand this, Colonel, you may have the temporary joy of putting me away, but it will mean your job and your pension. Is it worth it?”
The Colonel’s eyes flashed at the challenge and he opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by a polite knock at the door. Winston-Davis said coldly, “We’ll continue this conversation at another time.”
“Yes, sir,” Billy replied with a smirk.
The Colonel bristled again, but answered his orderly’s second knock with, “Enter.”
*********
Andy sighed inwardly as the first knock went unanswered. Couldn’t anything go easily today? The orderly knocked again but this time a muffled “Enter” was heard. The orderly pushed the door open and led the two men in.
The two men already in the room were facing each other, insignias obscured, and Andy started toward Winston-Davis. Bean saw Andy’s mistake, and completely opposite of what he would have done normally, called in Billy’s direction. “Major Boyd, Captain Serkis has orders for you.”
Andy realized Sean had saved him from an embarrassing mistake. He would have to thank him later. He walked to Boyd and came to attention. “Major Boyd.”
Billy’s smirk widened, but he successfully fought the urge to grin over at Winston-Davis. “At ease, Captain. What do you have for me?”
Andy handed over the orders. Billy quickly read them, folded the papers, and turned to Sean. “We’re going to London.” Then he turned to the Colonel. “Colonel Winston-Davis, I regret I cannot assist you in your important mission. Thank you for thinking well enough of me to ask.” With that, Billy saluted and marched smartly out of the room, Sean and Andy following behind, Andy wondering what caused such a sour and angry look to pass over the Colonel’s face.
*********
Andy had never been particularly good at keeping his mouth shut. It had gotten him into huge amounts of trouble in the military and had resulted in many messes for McKellen to clean up afterwards. Knowing this about himself, Andy often made an extra effort to keep quiet when he was thinking smart thoughts. Sometimes, even that wasn't enough. He wanted to kick himself when he heard, "So, who won, then, Major?" come out of his mouth.
Boyd looked over his shoulder, frowning slightly. "What was that, Captain?"
Great fucking job, Serkis, Andy thought to himself. But then he decided if he was already in trouble, he might as well make it worth his while. "Who won that pissing contest, sir?"
Boyd's eyebrow rose as he regarded Serkis for a moment. He was about to answer when Bean jumped in. "You haven't been around long enough to know, but Billy here always wins." He leaned closer to Andy, but said loud enough for the Major to hear, "It was the best day, Captain, when Billy-lad was promoted, because now I can call him Major Tosser or Major Wanker and it's completely true."
Andy's eyes widened as he looked toward Boyd, certain that himself and Sean were about to receive an angry set-down. Contrary to Andy's expectations, the Major was grinning at Bean. Apparently it wasn't a problem for a subordinate to call him Major Wanker - at least not this particular subordinate. Then Boyd turned to face Andy and, still smiling, said, "He who has Winston Churchill's signature on his orders, wins, Captain."
"Ah." Andy did not get in a quip as he might have otherwise. He was still a bit off balance from the closeness these two men showed - certainly more than the average Major and his assistant. He was still musing when they reached the jeep. He would get the story from McKellen or Weaving when he got back to London.
"Are you coming to London with us, Captain?" Bean asked as he pulled away from the office.
"No, I have another man to track down. If you could just drop me at the main office, Sergeant?"
"Yes, sir. Will we see you in London at all?" Bean asked as he stopped in front of the main office.
"Likely to," Andy replied, smiling. "You won't be going anywhere without Lieutenant Bloom."
"Is that Lieutenant Orlando Bloom?" Billy asked, a smile in his voice.
Andy turned to look at the major. "Yes, sir. Do you know him?"
"We've met a time or two," Bean chimed in.
"Well, then, it looks like we'll be having a regular reunion," Andy said, grinning at the two men. He stepped back from the jeep. "Drive safely, gentlemen. I'd hate to have gone through all of this trouble to have you not make it to London."
He waved as Bean pulled away, then walked to his own vehicle in front of the building. He thought more about Bean and Boyd. McKellen had only asked for the major, but it was obvious Bean was going as well. Andy wondered how McKellen would take that, then chuckled. In stride was how, because that's what a good intelligence officer did -- planned and then dealt with the snags as they came up. He started his car and hit the road. One more stop and then home.
This is a work in progress so any questions, comments and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated.
X=posted tofoxtales, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fellow_shippers, monaboyd and lotr_au_fic.
Rating: Entire series will be a hard R to NC-17 for violence, language, sexual situations so forth and such like. This part PG-13 (at best) for language.
Pairing: Gen for now.
Disclaimer: This story is not to be taken as factual even though there are factual elements to it - it is a fictionalized account and it did not happen. The characterizations are not the real people who's names and images I've used in my story - they are false and should not be taken to indicate any sort of agreement with what I've written. I am not making any money from this, only using my (admittedly) overactive imagination.
A/N: Artistic license is my friend. I've tried to be as accurate as possible but sometimes I tweak history to help myself out. ;-)
Many and repeated thanks to AnneMarie, Julie and
pippinmctaggart for the betas and hand holding. Hope it's worth it. Also, while this has been betaed, I am a compulsive tinkerer so any mistakes are mine.Chapter 1 can be found here.
Andy Serkis pushed his non-regulation length curls off his forehead as he waited for the arrival of the Officer in Charge of the base. He smiled, bemused, at his situation. He had been quick to dismiss McKellen's earlier warnings. 'You may encounter some difficulties tracking these officers down, Serkis,' the Brigadier had said. Andy, ever the optimist, had shrugged it off. He'd been willing to grant the young Guardsman who'd greeted him fifteen minutes to search because he'd assumed that Major Boyd would be found in that time. Instead, he'd been forced to cool his heels as the Guardsman called in a Staff Sergeant, who also hunted for several minutes before declaring there was no Major William Boyd on the registry for the base. Both men had looked at Andy and shrugged helplessly before calling their Officer in Charge, a Colonel Alan Lee, to see if he could solve the mystery. Andy had settled himself back into his chair to wait for yet another person to search for the elusive Major Boyd.
Colonel Lee entered the waiting room five minutes later, a frown already on his face. Andy stood up and saluted. "Colonel Lee, I'm Captain Serkis. Brigadier McKellen of MI5 informed me I could find Major William Boyd on this base."
"Yes?" Lee said, frown deepening at Boyd's name.
"I've been here for thirty minutes, sir. He's yet to be found," Serkis replied, raising his hands in a "who knew it would be this difficult" gesture.
"Why not?" Lee demanded, glaring at the two enlisted men. "His man is in the non-com club. He'll know where the Major is, certainly."
"You are aware of Boyd then?" Andy asked, raising one eyebrow. "These men say he is not on the register."
"He's not," Lee growled, obviously not pleased with that fact. "Otherwise, he would be required to take part in the everyday duties and formations for officers at this base. He has permission to be excused. You will have to go through his man to get to him. Lucky for you, Sergeant Sean Bean, who is also exempt from duty and manoeuvers, is, at the moment, in the non-com club drinking a pint."
Andy fought back his chuckle as this was an obvious sore spot for Colonel Lee. Personally, he was finding Boyd and Bean's ducking of duty and flaunting it in the face of the base commanders amusing. Maybe this trip wouldn't be as deadly boring as he'd feared.
"What does MI5 need with the Major?" Lee asked.
Andy met the Colonel's eyes and smiled. "I can't say, Colonel, but what I can say is that after today, Boyd will no longer be your problem."
Lee looked so relieved that Andy had to fight his chuckle until he was out of the building.
Andy pushed open the door and looked around the club. He then realized that neither the Colonel, nor either of the enlisted men, had offered a description of Sergeant Bean. He shook his head at petty games and went to the bar to ask which of the men was Bean. He was directed to a table along the back wall, where a lone man was sitting, contemplating his lager. As he walked toward the table, Andy studied the Sergeant. Bean's blond hair was brushing his collar, his blouse was unbuttoned, and his sleeves rolled up past his elbows. Apparently, very few of the rules pertained to Sgt. Bean, Serkis thought, smiling to himself. When he reached the table, Bean looked up at him, sharp green eyes taking his measure.
"Sergeant Bean." It was not a question.
"Who wants to know?" Bean challenged.
"Captain Serkis, MI5," Andy said evenly, successfully keeping the smirk not only off of his face but out of his voice. He would have to congratulate himself later, because Bean was obviously an agitator. Andy was also an agitator. So brilliant an agitator, in fact, that the only reason he hadn't been court-martialed and put in prison, or worse, was because Brigadier McKellen had rescued him. Serkis owed McKellen more than he could ever repay, and dealing with a smartass Northerner was an easy way to settle up some of that debt.
"And what would MI5 be needing with this poor soldier?"
Andy smiled a little. "It would appear, Sergeant Bean, that you are the only soul on this base who knows the whereabouts of Major William Boyd. I would very much like to speak with him."
Calculating green eyes narrowed. "Would you now? Well, so do lots of blokes." Bean deliberately took his time taking a deep swallow of lager. "If I was of a mind to take you, what would you be wanting to speak to the Major about, sir?"
"That's for the Major to know, Sergeant," Andy replied, his smile widening.
Bean grunted and took another long swig of lager. "I'll just be finishing my pint then, sir."
"You do that," Andy said, grabbing a chair and straddling it, his arms resting on the back.
Sean snorted loudly. "I'm not going anywhere, sir."
Andy chuckled. "Not without me, at any rate."
Bean laughed as he raised his mug and toasted the captain.
Serkis reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope. He laid it on the table before looking up at his companion.
"What's that, then?" Sean asked, his eyebrow raising.
"Orders for Major Boyd."
Bean cursed under his breath. "Why didn't you say so, sir?" he demanded before draining the rest of his drink and standing up. "Come on, then," he said as he hurried out of the club.
"I didn't say because you seemed to be having such a good time. I do so hate to ruin a good time," Andy said to Sean's back as he followed the man to a jeep parked illegally by the side of the club.
"I was, sir," Sean said as he turned and gestured Andy into the jeep with a quick grin. "I don't fuck around with the Major's official business, though." He winced as he realized what he'd said and to whom. "I mean..."
Andy waved the retraction away. "You strike me as the type of bloke who says exactly what he means, Sergeant. Regardless, I'm not going to take offence at your verbal fuck-up, all right?"
Sean chuckled as he started the jeep and headed out. It wasn't often that he took a liking to someone so quickly, let alone an officer, but Serkis was all right. Bean was sure that Serkis and Boyd would get along, with some notable exceptions of course, and he was anticipating their first meeting, and the possible fireworks therein, with great amusement.
Andy caught a hint of the smile that flitted across Bean's face. "What's got you in such high humour?"
Sean shook his head. "Nothing, sir."
Andy's eyebrow rose in disbelief, but he stayed silent throughout the rest of the drive.
Bean pulled up in front of an office on the far side of the base. Andy was a bit confused. Surely, after everything he'd had to go through to find Boyd, the man wasn't holed up in an office where anyone could walk in and find him. "The Major is here?"
Sean snorted. "Only for a meeting, sir. I think it's about time to rescue him. Come on."
Andy shook his head and followed.
Major William Boyd was frustrated. Forty-five minutes ago he’d been dropped off for a meeting with Colonel Alfred Winston-Davis, the commanding officer of the Queen’s Regiment first battalion, currently stationed at High Wycombe before shipping out to North Africa. Winston-Davis had begun the meeting by explaining that the Americans wanted to play war-training games with their British cousins. Winning was paramount, and how better to beat those obnoxious Yanks, the Colonel had said contemptuously, than to spring a battle-tested SAS Major on them. Boyd had tried to tell Winston-Davis that he was not available, but when he’d made to speak, the Colonel had told him to shut it until he’d been given permission to open his mouth. Boyd had subsided into sullen silence while Winston-Davis had launched into an excruciatingly detailed description of the mission he’d wanted the Major to lead.
“Sir, I am exempt from all base exercises, activities and initiatives,” Billy said crisply when permission to speak had finally been granted.
The Colonel straightened in his chair across the table. “Major,” he began coldly, “I will see you on the line at oh-five-hundred tomorrow morning or I will send you down for insubordination and dereliction of duty.”
Billy reached into his inside jacket pocket, pulled out a white envelope, laid it on the table and pushed it across to the colonel. “You might want to read that, sir,” he said as he leaned back in his chair. He disliked using the orders inside - was only supposed to use them as a last resort according to Colonel David Stirling, his commanding officer - and he was terribly annoyed that Winston-Davis had forced his hand.
The Colonel pulled a single mimeograph sheet out of the envelope, and read it carefully. Billy could tell the exact moment Winston-Davis saw the Prime Minister’s signature, as the man’s eyes widened almost comically before he really looked at Billy. “What are you doing at High Wycombe, then, Major Boyd?”
Billy’s smile did not reach his eyes. “I’m awaiting new orders from Downing Street, sir. Would you like to explain to Mr. Churchill precisely why I was unavailable if he were to have need of my services while I was running around in the woods on your mission of paramount importance?”
Winston-Davis stood up and slammed his palms on the table before leaning forward so he loomed over Boyd. “I will not tolerate insubordination, Major, not even from a man with the Prime Minister’s signature on his orders!”
Billy had reached the end of his patience. He did not suffer fools, even those of higher rank. He stood up as well - straightened to his full five foot six inches and stared back at the Winston-Davis. “Understand this, Colonel, you may have the temporary joy of putting me away, but it will mean your job and your pension. Is it worth it?”
The Colonel’s eyes flashed at the challenge and he opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by a polite knock at the door. Winston-Davis said coldly, “We’ll continue this conversation at another time.”
“Yes, sir,” Billy replied with a smirk.
The Colonel bristled again, but answered his orderly’s second knock with, “Enter.”
Andy sighed inwardly as the first knock went unanswered. Couldn’t anything go easily today? The orderly knocked again but this time a muffled “Enter” was heard. The orderly pushed the door open and led the two men in.
The two men already in the room were facing each other, insignias obscured, and Andy started toward Winston-Davis. Bean saw Andy’s mistake, and completely opposite of what he would have done normally, called in Billy’s direction. “Major Boyd, Captain Serkis has orders for you.”
Andy realized Sean had saved him from an embarrassing mistake. He would have to thank him later. He walked to Boyd and came to attention. “Major Boyd.”
Billy’s smirk widened, but he successfully fought the urge to grin over at Winston-Davis. “At ease, Captain. What do you have for me?”
Andy handed over the orders. Billy quickly read them, folded the papers, and turned to Sean. “We’re going to London.” Then he turned to the Colonel. “Colonel Winston-Davis, I regret I cannot assist you in your important mission. Thank you for thinking well enough of me to ask.” With that, Billy saluted and marched smartly out of the room, Sean and Andy following behind, Andy wondering what caused such a sour and angry look to pass over the Colonel’s face.
Andy had never been particularly good at keeping his mouth shut. It had gotten him into huge amounts of trouble in the military and had resulted in many messes for McKellen to clean up afterwards. Knowing this about himself, Andy often made an extra effort to keep quiet when he was thinking smart thoughts. Sometimes, even that wasn't enough. He wanted to kick himself when he heard, "So, who won, then, Major?" come out of his mouth.
Boyd looked over his shoulder, frowning slightly. "What was that, Captain?"
Great fucking job, Serkis, Andy thought to himself. But then he decided if he was already in trouble, he might as well make it worth his while. "Who won that pissing contest, sir?"
Boyd's eyebrow rose as he regarded Serkis for a moment. He was about to answer when Bean jumped in. "You haven't been around long enough to know, but Billy here always wins." He leaned closer to Andy, but said loud enough for the Major to hear, "It was the best day, Captain, when Billy-lad was promoted, because now I can call him Major Tosser or Major Wanker and it's completely true."
Andy's eyes widened as he looked toward Boyd, certain that himself and Sean were about to receive an angry set-down. Contrary to Andy's expectations, the Major was grinning at Bean. Apparently it wasn't a problem for a subordinate to call him Major Wanker - at least not this particular subordinate. Then Boyd turned to face Andy and, still smiling, said, "He who has Winston Churchill's signature on his orders, wins, Captain."
"Ah." Andy did not get in a quip as he might have otherwise. He was still a bit off balance from the closeness these two men showed - certainly more than the average Major and his assistant. He was still musing when they reached the jeep. He would get the story from McKellen or Weaving when he got back to London.
"Are you coming to London with us, Captain?" Bean asked as he pulled away from the office.
"No, I have another man to track down. If you could just drop me at the main office, Sergeant?"
"Yes, sir. Will we see you in London at all?" Bean asked as he stopped in front of the main office.
"Likely to," Andy replied, smiling. "You won't be going anywhere without Lieutenant Bloom."
"Is that Lieutenant Orlando Bloom?" Billy asked, a smile in his voice.
Andy turned to look at the major. "Yes, sir. Do you know him?"
"We've met a time or two," Bean chimed in.
"Well, then, it looks like we'll be having a regular reunion," Andy said, grinning at the two men. He stepped back from the jeep. "Drive safely, gentlemen. I'd hate to have gone through all of this trouble to have you not make it to London."
He waved as Bean pulled away, then walked to his own vehicle in front of the building. He thought more about Bean and Boyd. McKellen had only asked for the major, but it was obvious Bean was going as well. Andy wondered how McKellen would take that, then chuckled. In stride was how, because that's what a good intelligence officer did -- planned and then dealt with the snags as they came up. He started his car and hit the road. One more stop and then home.
This is a work in progress so any questions, comments and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated.
X=posted to
foxtales, fellow_shippers, monaboyd and lotr_au_fic.
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Date: 2005-01-12 06:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-12 06:51 am (UTC)Part 3a is at beta and will be up prolly the weekend. I am SO GLAD that you like this! Because I absolutely LOVE writing it, even if it does take me forever. =D
THANK YOU!!
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Date: 2005-01-12 09:42 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-01-14 04:32 am (UTC)Night made. Thank you!!
That said, I must warn you that I am the slowest
dealerauthor you've ever seen. Take from that what you will. ;DThank you very much for reading and letting me know that you liked it. Hope you continue to enjoy it. =)
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Date: 2005-01-12 10:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-14 04:34 am (UTC)Thank you, Nickey. I'm just so thrilled that y'all like this! =D
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Date: 2005-01-12 11:53 am (UTC)*tries to wait patiently for the next chapter*
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Date: 2005-01-14 04:38 am (UTC)Wait, is that a chair dance, young lady? Be careful of your poor ankle...::signs your cast::
Yikes, hopefully first part of 3 goes up the weekend or early next week. As for the rest? ::sigh::
And, hey, speaking of historical AUs... ;-)
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Date: 2005-01-14 04:39 am (UTC)Soon, hopefully. ;-)
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Date: 2005-01-13 05:52 am (UTC)The following lines are priceless:
"It was the best day, Captain, when Billy-lad was promoted, because now I can call him Major Tosser or Major Wanker and it's completely true."
*giggles*
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Date: 2005-01-14 04:41 am (UTC)Yes, I think thats my favorite line as well. Bean is such a smartASS! But I love him anyway. ;D
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Date: 2005-01-16 09:15 pm (UTC)And I am sure Major
WankerBoyd knows a way to take "revenge" if he thinks it's necessary. ;)no subject
Date: 2005-01-17 05:47 am (UTC)Yes, I do believe that Major
WankerTosserBoyd can hold his own. And Bean's if necessary. ;Dno subject
Date: 2005-01-17 12:11 pm (UTC)*blinks innocently* Me? Nevah!!! You couldn't go on writing then! ;) (My motives are always very altruistic, as you can see... ;))
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Date: 2005-01-13 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-14 04:44 am (UTC)Also, izzat your dog in the icon? What breed? Or is a mix? Either way -- SO CUTE!!! =D
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Date: 2005-01-14 09:35 am (UTC)Do you have dogs?
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Date: 2005-01-17 05:49 am (UTC)I loveandadore your Sandy, and that pic of, "I suppose I shall deign to have my picture taken, you lowly mortal" is absolutely priceless!
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Date: 2005-01-14 07:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-14 08:05 am (UTC)lol -- sorry about the roomie. I've been there as well. ;-)
part 3a should be up late weekend or early next week. It's at betas right now. I can only hope it measures up.
Your fb makes me grin and blush at same time.
NeverStop that! ;Dno subject
Date: 2005-01-17 07:25 am (UTC)no subject
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