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It continues
So after my presumed dead prompt fill (second one at that post), and ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
philomytha's alternate POV continuation, I committed a sequel over in Philomytha's comments ...
~Some Years Later~
"You've got a visitor," Algy murmured, touching Biggles's arm.
Biggles looked up swiftly from his stack of reports, and smiled at the sight of Erich, lounging in the doorway with a slightly haunted air to him. "Yes, I'm ready for lunch now," he said, squaring off the stack of files and bounding up from his desk. "Let me grab my coat—you'll hold down the fort here, lads?"
He was out the door without waiting for an answer. Behind him, he heard Bertie's amused, "Blow me down, I can't remember the skipper taking an early lunch before." Algy's dry response was fortunately too low to make out the words.
As they went downstairs, Biggles said casually, "Did you have any trouble finding our office? I've heard it said that our floor is like a rabbit warren."
"No, it was perfectly straightforward. I was dropping off a packet for the Air Commodore in any case."
"Ah, I see, two birds with one stone, is it? I could give you a tour of the office one of these days, if you'd like."
"If you wish," Erich said, his already slightly tense attitude sharpening up a touch. He reminded Biggles of a hunting cat, all relaxed alertness.
"Perhaps it's unnecessary. You seem to know your way around the building well."
They were now outside, Erich easing a little. A faint smile touched his austere lips. "Really, Bigglesworth, if the bait on your hook was any more obvious, it might fall off."
Biggles smiled back. "Then I'll simply ask the question I've been dying to ask all these years."
"Just one of them?"
"I once found a note on my desk from one of our archivists, but it's an interesting thing, no one seemed to know who the fellow was."
"He must have left you something quite memorable," Erich said blandly.
"Not really—just a minor note correcting a piece of wrong intel."
"Oh? About what?"
"Algiers," Biggles said, with a sideways glance.
"Ah." Erich's face was perfectly noncommittal, but a glimmer of the old light sparkled in his eyes. "Well, if you should ever find the fellow, perhaps you might buy him lunch."
"Perhaps I might. In fact, I could murder a steak. The usual place?"
"The usual place would be excellent—and here we are now," Erich said, and held the door for him.
(At some subsequent point, of course, EvS finds the neatly folded note in a box of souvenirs also including a tie and a lamp pin ...)
philomytha's alternate POV continuation, I committed a sequel over in Philomytha's comments ...~Some Years Later~
"You've got a visitor," Algy murmured, touching Biggles's arm.
Biggles looked up swiftly from his stack of reports, and smiled at the sight of Erich, lounging in the doorway with a slightly haunted air to him. "Yes, I'm ready for lunch now," he said, squaring off the stack of files and bounding up from his desk. "Let me grab my coat—you'll hold down the fort here, lads?"
He was out the door without waiting for an answer. Behind him, he heard Bertie's amused, "Blow me down, I can't remember the skipper taking an early lunch before." Algy's dry response was fortunately too low to make out the words.
As they went downstairs, Biggles said casually, "Did you have any trouble finding our office? I've heard it said that our floor is like a rabbit warren."
"No, it was perfectly straightforward. I was dropping off a packet for the Air Commodore in any case."
"Ah, I see, two birds with one stone, is it? I could give you a tour of the office one of these days, if you'd like."
"If you wish," Erich said, his already slightly tense attitude sharpening up a touch. He reminded Biggles of a hunting cat, all relaxed alertness.
"Perhaps it's unnecessary. You seem to know your way around the building well."
They were now outside, Erich easing a little. A faint smile touched his austere lips. "Really, Bigglesworth, if the bait on your hook was any more obvious, it might fall off."
Biggles smiled back. "Then I'll simply ask the question I've been dying to ask all these years."
"Just one of them?"
"I once found a note on my desk from one of our archivists, but it's an interesting thing, no one seemed to know who the fellow was."
"He must have left you something quite memorable," Erich said blandly.
"Not really—just a minor note correcting a piece of wrong intel."
"Oh? About what?"
"Algiers," Biggles said, with a sideways glance.
"Ah." Erich's face was perfectly noncommittal, but a glimmer of the old light sparkled in his eyes. "Well, if you should ever find the fellow, perhaps you might buy him lunch."
"Perhaps I might. In fact, I could murder a steak. The usual place?"
"The usual place would be excellent—and here we are now," Erich said, and held the door for him.
(At some subsequent point, of course, EvS finds the neatly folded note in a box of souvenirs also including a tie and a lamp pin ...)
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also Biggles: ERICH'S HERE SEEYOULATER *Biggles-shaped dust cloud*
(Algy watching all this with a certain sense of #WHY but also recognizing that Biggles finally taking time off now and then is not a bad thing)
I love them <3
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