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Fic: Partners in Crime
Crossover meme fic. Please don't shoot me anyone, because I was meaning to type up the other two I have already written first, but with the editing of End Game stretching on this was as far as I got all week. It's just that I do realise I've now done all three of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
curuchamion's prompts. *cough* liked them all.
Title: Partners in Crime
Characters: Miss Marple, Major Hugo Darracott
Word count: 627
Summary: In which our two heroes tackle crime and each other in their own unique ways.
Partners in Crime
Written forcuruchamion, who requested Hugo Darracott meeting Miss Marple. (Thanks to john_elliott who helpfully pointed out that as Miss Marple’s dating is as odd as UNIT’s, there’s no reason she shouldn’t happen to exist in any era. Therefore she is quite at home in the Regency here.) I hope I managed not to mess up Hugo too badly...
***
In the driveway of Hesterley Grange on a blustery afternoon, an unexpected little tableau was to be found: a giant of a gentleman, his military bearing apparent in every movement, not to mention the cut of his coat, was assisting a small, white-haired lady towards her carriage waiting by the steps of the house.
“Thank you, Major,” the elderly female said, graciously. “There wasn’t any need, but I do appreciate the gesture. And I am very grateful for everything that you did to help poor Amelia and her family.”
He paused. “That's kind of you, Miss Marple, but there's nothing to be thanking me for. I can’t rightly say how it was you dealt with that tangle so handily, but I’m all agog over it.”
Miss Marple looked back at him. “Hmm, and I fear that is what my young nephew would call a shocking bouncer. Of course, I did notice that Lady Henrietta did not the replace that rose, but I am perfectly aware that you tripped that dreadful Mr Owen over as he tried to reach for the firearm Master Jack had so foolishly left lying there.”
“Ay, I’ve always been reet clumsy,” he said, blushing and hanging his head a little. “Never any hope for me. But the way you had that young lass confess the whole of the story – eh, my eyes were fair popping out of my head!”
She twinkled back at him, as he helped her up into the vehicle. “I do wish you wouldn’t tease, Major. I am fully aware that you are a sensible man, and there is one thing I would like to say before I leave – more than one, to be truthful.”
“Oh, I’m not what you’d call a downy one,” he returned. “What would that be, ma’am?”
Miss Marple did not release his hand. “That other villain – Mr Barron. He may not have acted directly in the case, but I am convinced that he lay behind it and caused the whole trouble.”
“Nay, you don’t say?” the Major responded, his face a picture of innocence. “Then I shan’t feel so badly that he ran into trouble after he left.”
“Which also had nothing to do with you, Major Darracott?”
He drew back. “Eh, and how should it?”
“Do be careful,” she warned him. “I fear you might be a rather dangerous man if you chose to be, and I’ve taken a liking to you, Major. I should be sorry to have to deal with you.”
Hugo Darracott smiled at her. “You’ve no cause to fear for me, Miss Marple. I’ve a lass of my own at home, and she’ll see me right. Mind,” he added, “you sound certain you’d come off with the honours in that skirmish.”
“It does sound a little arrogant,” she said, worriedly, but she didn’t deny it.
He kissed her hand. “Happen you would – such a sad slow top as I’ve always been.”
“I would,” she agreed, simply. “And not because I believe a word of your nonsense, Major. I shan’t have to, though, shall I?”
He shut the door for her. “What a shameless rogue you seem to think me,” he said, losing something of his apparently broad Yorkshire accent. “I thought it better to avoid the scandal. Grantham’s always been a good friend to me. I made certain it was the Runners Mr Barron met on the road, and that’s as far as my part went. And, eh, I’m fair shocked – hurt, too – that you’d think anything other of me, and a proper lady like you, at that. I’ve always been respectable!”
“Good,” she said, giving him a full smile, and sat back down in the carriage with a brief wave at him. “I’m relieved to hear that, Major.”
***
curuchamion's prompts. *cough* liked them all. Title: Partners in Crime
Characters: Miss Marple, Major Hugo Darracott
Word count: 627
Summary: In which our two heroes tackle crime and each other in their own unique ways.
Partners in Crime
Written for
curuchamion, who requested Hugo Darracott meeting Miss Marple. (Thanks to john_elliott who helpfully pointed out that as Miss Marple’s dating is as odd as UNIT’s, there’s no reason she shouldn’t happen to exist in any era. Therefore she is quite at home in the Regency here.) I hope I managed not to mess up Hugo too badly...***
In the driveway of Hesterley Grange on a blustery afternoon, an unexpected little tableau was to be found: a giant of a gentleman, his military bearing apparent in every movement, not to mention the cut of his coat, was assisting a small, white-haired lady towards her carriage waiting by the steps of the house.
“Thank you, Major,” the elderly female said, graciously. “There wasn’t any need, but I do appreciate the gesture. And I am very grateful for everything that you did to help poor Amelia and her family.”
He paused. “That's kind of you, Miss Marple, but there's nothing to be thanking me for. I can’t rightly say how it was you dealt with that tangle so handily, but I’m all agog over it.”
Miss Marple looked back at him. “Hmm, and I fear that is what my young nephew would call a shocking bouncer. Of course, I did notice that Lady Henrietta did not the replace that rose, but I am perfectly aware that you tripped that dreadful Mr Owen over as he tried to reach for the firearm Master Jack had so foolishly left lying there.”
“Ay, I’ve always been reet clumsy,” he said, blushing and hanging his head a little. “Never any hope for me. But the way you had that young lass confess the whole of the story – eh, my eyes were fair popping out of my head!”
She twinkled back at him, as he helped her up into the vehicle. “I do wish you wouldn’t tease, Major. I am fully aware that you are a sensible man, and there is one thing I would like to say before I leave – more than one, to be truthful.”
“Oh, I’m not what you’d call a downy one,” he returned. “What would that be, ma’am?”
Miss Marple did not release his hand. “That other villain – Mr Barron. He may not have acted directly in the case, but I am convinced that he lay behind it and caused the whole trouble.”
“Nay, you don’t say?” the Major responded, his face a picture of innocence. “Then I shan’t feel so badly that he ran into trouble after he left.”
“Which also had nothing to do with you, Major Darracott?”
He drew back. “Eh, and how should it?”
“Do be careful,” she warned him. “I fear you might be a rather dangerous man if you chose to be, and I’ve taken a liking to you, Major. I should be sorry to have to deal with you.”
Hugo Darracott smiled at her. “You’ve no cause to fear for me, Miss Marple. I’ve a lass of my own at home, and she’ll see me right. Mind,” he added, “you sound certain you’d come off with the honours in that skirmish.”
“It does sound a little arrogant,” she said, worriedly, but she didn’t deny it.
He kissed her hand. “Happen you would – such a sad slow top as I’ve always been.”
“I would,” she agreed, simply. “And not because I believe a word of your nonsense, Major. I shan’t have to, though, shall I?”
He shut the door for her. “What a shameless rogue you seem to think me,” he said, losing something of his apparently broad Yorkshire accent. “I thought it better to avoid the scandal. Grantham’s always been a good friend to me. I made certain it was the Runners Mr Barron met on the road, and that’s as far as my part went. And, eh, I’m fair shocked – hurt, too – that you’d think anything other of me, and a proper lady like you, at that. I’ve always been respectable!”
“Good,” she said, giving him a full smile, and sat back down in the carriage with a brief wave at him. “I’m relieved to hear that, Major.”
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