Disclaimer: I do not own Jeeves or Wooster, they are the property of P.G. Wodehouse.

Prologue: Dear friend, Migsy

When Jeeves returned from his holiday, he was shocked to find the unexpected. Once he had rung the doorbell he was greeted by his gentleman, Bertram Wooster. What was unexpected was that for the first time in years there was no sign that Bertie Wooster had attempted some drastic change to his outward appearance. Indeed there was no strange hat, no lip fuzz, no odd jacket, no bright unseemly tie, no monogrammed handkerchief...

In fact the ensemble he now wore seemed quite in order.

"Oh, Jeeves!"

"Hello, Sir," Jeeves greeted taking off his bowlers hat, hand picking up his plain brown suit-case.

"Good to have you back!" Wooster grinned joyfully letting in his valet.

"It's good to be back, Sir," Jeeves walked into the fancy apartment and eyed everything.

"So how was the trip, Jeeves? How's the family and all that?"

"They are very well, thank you, Sir." Jeeves popped his head into the main bedroom and analysed the area. Everything was in perfect order and even seemed, dare he think it? Clean?

"Yes well that's rather good to hear." Wooster went to assume his perch by the piano.

"And may I ask, Sir?" Jeeves glanced in the kitchen, only to be met by the same normalcy that existed throughout the flat. "How were things while I was away?"

"Oh, quite exciting Jeeves! I made a new friend. Ol' Migsy. Yes Migsy and I have had a joyous time!" Wooster smiled as if reminiscing while playing a new tune on the ebony and ivory keys.

"Migsy, Sir?"

"Yes, Ol' Migsy. We met at Totleigh Towers. A very interesting visit in which Migsy and I bonded quite excessively. It was only a weekend then but in that time quite a lot of fascinating events occurred. I got engaged. I must say it was the most dangerously close I have ever gotten to being un-bachelored, Jeeves."

"That so Sir?" Jeeves raised his eyebrows at the bomb of information.

"Yes, I was standing in front of the Vicar all dressed up as a groom ready to be snuffed in the betrothed way, when Migsy stopped the whole thing!"

"Migsy, Sir?"

"Yes, Migsy. For that, forgiveness could almost be thrown down for Migsy destroying my hat."

"Your hat, Sir?"

"Yes. Migsy insisted that being in the country gave no excuse at all to be seen wearing a cowboy hat."

At that comment Jeeves eyes grew quite large as if being frightened.

"Well Migsy insisted I stop wearing, as it was referred to, the 'monstrosity', and when I declined said advice, the cocky thing got hold of it and burnt it."

"What a relief, Sir." Jeeves breathed a deep sigh.

"Oh come now, Jeeves! Then again, I did come to find Migsy to have similar thought's and fancies like you."

"Indeed, Sir?"

"Indeed, Jeeves. You, as you often do, are most likely wondering how I managed to keep my nose clean and intact during your absence. And although I would be all too grateful to tell you it was all my own doing, I find I will have to be honest on this occasion and say that I had help."

"Migsy, Sir?"

"Indeed, Migsy. Wonderful person, you know. And intelligent. A psychology scholar, writes novels and all that. Even saved me from Florence, Madeline, Spode and Lord Basset."

"Quite, heroic, Sir."

"Yes, quite." Wooster glowed with a sort of pride.

"Oh, and you'll get to meet Migsy this afternoon, Jeeves."

"Will, I Sir?"

"Yes. We are having dinner together this evening here at the apartment."

"Very good, Sir. What would you have served as way of meal this evening?"

"Oh, no need to fuss, Jeeves. Migsy heard you were returning today and thought you'd be tired after your trip. Migsy will be the cook this evening and you will be enjoying it with us."

"Well that's a pleasant surprise and an honour Sir."

"The surprise is still to come Jeeves. For the first time someone will be seated at this table who actually reads the same stuff you do."

That evening Jeeves returned from Junior Ganymede Club to the apartment. Wooster had insisted he go catch up with his 'chums' while things were prepared.

Jeeves opened the door to find his Master lazing in an armchair with a pre-dinner drink in hand. Not to be missed was the perfectly laid dinning table and the delectable scent in the air. Also notable were the fresh flowers in the vase.

"Oh, what-o' Jeeves."

"Evening, Sir."

"Have fun with the ol' youngens Ganymedes?"

"Quite, Sir. I trust then Sir, that Mister Migsy is here?"

"Oh, yes, but ..." Woosters words were cut off short when the flap door to the kitchen opened.

"Ah! Migsy," Wooster came forward, while his valet stood stock still at the sight before him.

"Migsy, this is my valet and trusted confidant, Jeeves. Jeeves this is my good friend Migsy."

Migsy held out a hand in welcome to Jeeves. "I'm also known to everyone else as Marilyn Imogene Robinson." Migsy was none other than a young, beautiful woman!

Addicted after watching the whole Jeeves and Wooster series, I thought I'd take a whack at writing a fic for it.

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