A drabble

[kittysorceress]

I come bearing fanfiction. The idea came to me after a girl in one of my classes began to make a big deal about me, about how The Einstein Factor is airing soon and then I'll be famous and then commenting on my hair. It was very odd, because she never gives compliments. Anyway, I said to Liz, "If she wasn't so very very straight, I'd say she was flirting with me!". Then, of course, the bunny followed me around all day, just begging to be written, so here it is:



Title: He hasn't done anything special...
Author: Me! (xx_sorceress_xx)
Length: 165 words
Rating: G
Pairing: implied Gillington 

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He hasn’t done anything special today, really, but I am at odds to see why Andrew Gillette is so high in the newly appointed Commodore’s respect. All he did was warn him against the rocks, and anyone else would have – of that I am certain. But Norrington had asked him to fetch the irons for Sparrow, not any of us other officers, all in the same proximity…

Then, this afternoon, when we were all having a celebratory drink at The Albatross Inn, Norrington rose a toast to what he thought would be Andrew’s imminent promotion. Not a toast to any other, I should add.

But what was most odd of all was just now, when Andrew took off his wig, complaining of the heat (well, we are sitting by the fire) and Norrington told him what a lovely shade of red it was, and how softly it curled.

I swear, if he hadn’t proposed to Elizabeth Swann this morning, I’d say Norrington fancied Andrew.

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this fanfic is cross posted to gillette_fans gillington and rnotc