T'eyla Minh (teylaminh) wrote,
T'eyla Minh

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OMG fic!

Well. I say fic. It's not very much of a fic, and it's not very good, either. And technically it's only a drabble. And I'm pretty sure it's only of any interest to thefleshfailure and a few select others, as the fandom is Jonathan Creek.

The idiotic thing is, I haven't even watched it in months. This idea just popped into my brain a couple of weeks ago and I've been half-pondering how to turn it into something ever since... and as I don't have enough time to try and turn it into something bigger, a drabble it has become.

Anyway. Enjoy.

It's set after series 3, but before Maddy disappears off to America. And obviously, it's J/M centric. I apologise for the title.

The Thin Blue Line

She dropped the small, white contraption on the coffee table in front of him, but said nothing. He peered at it.

"What's this?" he asked.

"What's it look like?"

Jonathan picked it up. There was a little window at one end. His stomach made a funny lurching movement.


“Yes. Oh.”

“How did that happen, then?” He put it back on the table.

“Magic,” she said, sarcastically. “How d’you bloody think it happened?”

“…Oh.” Maddy looked like she wanted to hurt him. “So it’s definitely-“


“And it’s not a false-“


He blinked. “Oh, bugger.”

“’Oh, bugger’, indeed, Jonathan.”

- fin -

Yeah... it's a bit rubbish, really. I tweaked it a little this morning when typing up as the version I wrote last night was even more rubbish.

But at least I have a valid excuse to use my J/M OTP icon.

I might have another go at this drabble malarky, come to think of it. They don't tale long, and it might be just the kick up the arse my Muses need to come out of their extended hiberation. Any requests?
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