This is an impulse ficlet (700 words or so), dreamed up, heh, in the midst of a Secretary related flurry of emails. You have to read it carefully, which is never a good thing, and I'm not entirely sure it works the way I wanted it to, but I'm high on cold and flu medicine, like half my f-list by the look of it, and can't be held responsible for my badwickedwrongness.
Really am feeling rotten today, all clammy and dizzy and fainty and sneezy and - Good Lord, I'm all of the dwarves!
ETA Fic removed from LJ; you can read it here:
http://www.janedavitt.com/Proxy.html
Really am feeling rotten today, all clammy and dizzy and fainty and sneezy and - Good Lord, I'm all of the dwarves!
ETA Fic removed from LJ; you can read it here:
http://www.janedavitt.com/Proxy.html