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[291900A APR 13] [Honorverse] - The Deed's Already Done & You Haven't Begun?
Title: The Deed's Already Done & You Haven't Begun? (Start Another Story, Tell It As You Go)
Day/Theme: 29. Start Another Story, Tell It As You Go
Fandom: Honor Harrington Series - David Weber
Characters: Eloise Pritchart, Thomas Theisman
Relationship: Eloise Pritchart/Thomas Theisman
Rating: PG
Summary: One of the smutsies sees something that the two of them have been ignoring.
She took one breath and then another and another, deliberately relaxing her muscles group by group. She was no longer the leader of an Aprilist cell. Nor was she one of the brains behind the Resistance. She was the president of the Republic of Haven and she'd never gone after the press even when she was, technically, a terrorist and an assassin.
The smutsies were an obnoxious kind of filth, but she and Tom had enshrined freedom of speech and freedom of the press in the constitution they'd resurrected. She could have done without the image that had their latest manipulations had created in her head (and she was curious as to whether Tom's explosion would be audible despite the distance between the Octagon and the Presidential residence), but at least she could admit it had been artistically shot and it, technically, wasn't even truly pornographic. She just wasn't sure she was ready to face acknowldeging the fact that she thought of her Secretary of War that way and was ready to put away her widow's weeds.
"Tom,"
"Yes, Madam President?"
"Tom,"
"Yes, Eloise?"
"Better. Have you seen the 'faxes today?"
"No ... is there something I should have been told about, Eloise?"
"Oh dear." He could have sworn he saw a faint blush decorating her cheekbones.
She tapped a few keys on her terminal. And the short vid someone at one of the 'faxes had created popped up on his screen."And no, Tom. You may not set your marines on the smutsies."
"Eloise!"
"If I'm not allowed to come out of retirement and assassinate them, you are not allowed to space them. We'll leave them to Kevin. He was looking forward to their next Ginny and Cachat clip ... Or at least I think he was, anyway. And I better let you find out which of your staff officers was hiding the 'faxes from you this time, Tom, but I'm expecting you for lunch at Pericard tower."
"Yes, Eloise."
He was almost certainly a masochist to have watched the HD clip in it's entirety. And the fact that he then wondered exactly what Eloise's intention had been that she had told him about the clip herself rather than through Sheila Theissen and his own Chief of Staff.
Which led to thoughts of her watching the clip, and ... and what, Tom, he thought almost angrily. You got Javier killed - yet ...
He poured himself a glass of whiskey from a well hidden drinks cabinet and swallowed it down. There was an attraction there that he'd squashed ruthlessly and one of the smutsies had just broadcast a private fantasy across the 'faxes of several dozen planets.
He resisted the urge to pour another glass. He almost wished Duchess Harrington was still on Manticore - if he was wrong ... then it could destroy one of the closest friendships he had and asking Nimitz whether he even had a chance with his Head of State would have been reassuring.
Day/Theme: 29. Start Another Story, Tell It As You Go
Fandom: Honor Harrington Series - David Weber
Characters: Eloise Pritchart, Thomas Theisman
Relationship: Eloise Pritchart/Thomas Theisman
Rating: PG
Summary: One of the smutsies sees something that the two of them have been ignoring.
She took one breath and then another and another, deliberately relaxing her muscles group by group. She was no longer the leader of an Aprilist cell. Nor was she one of the brains behind the Resistance. She was the president of the Republic of Haven and she'd never gone after the press even when she was, technically, a terrorist and an assassin.
The smutsies were an obnoxious kind of filth, but she and Tom had enshrined freedom of speech and freedom of the press in the constitution they'd resurrected. She could have done without the image that had their latest manipulations had created in her head (and she was curious as to whether Tom's explosion would be audible despite the distance between the Octagon and the Presidential residence), but at least she could admit it had been artistically shot and it, technically, wasn't even truly pornographic. She just wasn't sure she was ready to face acknowldeging the fact that she thought of her Secretary of War that way and was ready to put away her widow's weeds.
"Tom,"
"Yes, Madam President?"
"Tom,"
"Yes, Eloise?"
"Better. Have you seen the 'faxes today?"
"No ... is there something I should have been told about, Eloise?"
"Oh dear." He could have sworn he saw a faint blush decorating her cheekbones.
She tapped a few keys on her terminal. And the short vid someone at one of the 'faxes had created popped up on his screen."And no, Tom. You may not set your marines on the smutsies."
"Eloise!"
"If I'm not allowed to come out of retirement and assassinate them, you are not allowed to space them. We'll leave them to Kevin. He was looking forward to their next Ginny and Cachat clip ... Or at least I think he was, anyway. And I better let you find out which of your staff officers was hiding the 'faxes from you this time, Tom, but I'm expecting you for lunch at Pericard tower."
"Yes, Eloise."
He was almost certainly a masochist to have watched the HD clip in it's entirety. And the fact that he then wondered exactly what Eloise's intention had been that she had told him about the clip herself rather than through Sheila Theissen and his own Chief of Staff.
Which led to thoughts of her watching the clip, and ... and what, Tom, he thought almost angrily. You got Javier killed - yet ...
He poured himself a glass of whiskey from a well hidden drinks cabinet and swallowed it down. There was an attraction there that he'd squashed ruthlessly and one of the smutsies had just broadcast a private fantasy across the 'faxes of several dozen planets.
He resisted the urge to pour another glass. He almost wished Duchess Harrington was still on Manticore - if he was wrong ... then it could destroy one of the closest friendships he had and asking Nimitz whether he even had a chance with his Head of State would have been reassuring.