Bournemouth - Picfic Tuesday - March 1st

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Lisa Rogers entered Mr Waverly’s office with a cup of tea in one hand, and a stack of files in the other.

“Good Morning, Sir,” she greeted her boss, placing everything on the desk in front of him. “I trust your journey in went smoothly.

“Thank you, Miss Rogers,” he replied before taking a sip of tea. “It was actually rather pleasant now that the trees are starting to show the imminent arrival of spring. Have there been any developments overnight?”

“Everything is the same as it was last night,” she replied. “With the exception of Mr Solo and Mr Kuryakin. They made contact with the informant in Bournemouth, England, and are heading back to New York.”

As Lisa left the office, Mr Waverly leaned back in his chair, chewing thoughtfully on the end of his pipe. His mind drifted back fifty-five years, to the day he met his wife, Veronica.

She had been promenading along Bournemouth beach front with her two sisters and her mother. Her beautiful white dress and parasol contrasted wonderfully against her jet black hair, which in turn framed her perfect porcelain skin. Alexander Waverly was smitten from that moment. For all she was dressed in white, she somehow caused the colour of the beach huts to pale into insignificance. He had to speak to her.

Agatha Prescott was used to young soldiers pressing their attentions on her daughters, but this one seemed different. For a start he introduced himself to her before asking if he could be introduced to the younger women. This Lieutenant Waverly was a man who knew how to behave in polite society. She told him her name and introduced her daughters.

“If I may be so bold, Madam, there is a dance at the officer’s mess this evening, and I would be honoured if you would consent to my taking Miss Veronica. Of course, you are welcome to join her as her chaperone.”

The dance had been heavenly, and many people made comment on how many times Waverly’s name appeared on Miss Prescott’s dance card. At that time it was deemed forward and improper for someone to dance with the same person more than three times, but Waverly didn’t care. He had the most beautiful woman in his arms he was already determined she would be his wife one day.

When their courtship began, Veronica’s father had been against it, but he soon warmed to the polite and genial young man. Mr Prescott had, of course, undertaken to investigate young Waverly’s background, and was happy to discover he was from fine military stock. When the day came for Alexander to seek permission to marry Veronica, Mr Prescott was more than happy to grant it. The wedding was held six months after their first meeting. They honeymooned in Bournemouth.

“Mr Waverly? Sir? Are you alright, Sir?”

Waverly looked at Miss Rogers, momentarily confused. He quickly gathered his wits.

“Ah, Miss Rogers. I was just thinking. Is there something you wanted?”

“Miss Dancer is on Channel D, Sir,” she told him.

“Thank you, let’s get the day started.”


The End.

Comments

[spikesgirl58.livejournal.com]

Aw, this is fabulous! What a great tale. I love stories about Mr. Waverly!

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I believe that, despite his tough, gruff exterior, Mr Waverly is a romantic soul.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Sigh, what a lovely remembrance in the middle of all the business of UNCLE. Nice take on the prompt. Methinks this place is somewhere you've been?

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Thank you :-)

No, I've never to Bournemouth in my life. The only time I've been to the south cost was when I went to Dover to catch the ferry to France.

[vysila.livejournal.com]

This story really touched me. It reminds me of my parents and how they met, actually. My mother was visiting a friend who had arranged a double date. The friend's boyfriend was my father. After the double-date, my mother told her friend, I'm sorry to steal your boyfriend, but that's the man I am going to marry.

They were married shortly thereafter and it was only death that parted them.

Sorry, pointless story. I really did enjoy your fic!

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Thank you :-)
I love the way your parents met. It's great when soul mates meet.

[vysila.livejournal.com]

My dad always used to joke that he never had a chance; she set her cap for him and his fate was sealed!

He didn't seem to mind too much, though. :)

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

what a charming true romance story.

[vysila.livejournal.com]

They had a lovely story. The kicker is that this was August 1941 when they met. He proposed on my mother's birthday - December 6th. The next day Pearl Harbor happened. Of course he enlisted and so they married in January instead of their hoped-for summer wedding, before he went off to war. My sister was born after he was deployed overseas. Obviously he survived and came back to his bride and daughter, 3 years later!

44 years of togetherness and 2 more children, until cancer took my mom.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry you no longer have your mother, I know when my mom passed it was a life changing event for me emotionally. It's hard to lose the person who 's known you from the beginning. Still, my parents also had a good marriage that almost made the 60 year mark.

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Memories are wonderful--this is great

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Thank you, it's nice to reminisce.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

I kid you not, this brought a tear to my eyes. Lovingly told and entirely believable.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Oh wow, thank you! This is what happens when you watch a documentary about the rules of courtship and dancing throughout history.