Title: A Letter to Mike
Fandom: Honor Harrington Series - David Weber
Rating: PG
Length: 550
Content notes: Takes place during Chapter 7 of "The Honor of the Queen".
Author notes: In the nature of a missing scene; part of my "Mike's Honor" series beginning with Mike's Introduction and taking place about halfway through Chapter 7 of The Honor of the Queen, after Admiral Courvosier calls Honor on why she's sparring with Sergeant Major Babcock.
Summary: Post sparring and Admiral Courvosier's discussion with Honor over the Graysons' behaviour.
Honor curled up in her day cabin's most comfortable chair, pulled the tiny personal recorder out of her kimono's pocket and set it down gently on the coffee table before coaxing Nimitz down into her lap, sitting there for a long moment, enjoying his warmth and the deep subsonic purr. He was worrying away at the deep well of anger that was accumulating at the pit of her stomach and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
"I don't know what I'd do without you, Stinker …" Honor shook her head lightly. "… no, that's not true. I'd want to do something spectacularly undiplomatic and would probably be lining up the rest of the Marines to beat on to give me enough of a release valve to stop myself doing so." She brushed a couple of fingers lightly over the bruises that Sergeant Major Babcock had left her with in their earlier training bout and pressed them, savouring the ache and Nimitz's buzzing purr picked up an edge.
"Ok, ok, I'll stop it!" His purr lost the edge and his tail batted at the small recorder on the table. "Who am I recording a letter for today, Nimitz. Momma? Papa?" He shook his head slowly, and held up a stick of celery, which made her giggle - and she hated the sound of her giggle - it made her sound like an overgrown schoolgirl.
"Mike did a good job of buying your loyalty at the Academy didn't she, Stinker?" He nodded and crunched happily on the stalk of celery he'd pulled from somewhere. MacGuiness had definitely fallen for the 'cat if he'd started concealing random stashes of celery round her cabin.
"A letter for Mike it is then, Stinker." He bleeked happily, and Honor blinked in surprise when he successfully smacked the recorder and turned it on. "What am I going to do with you, Nimitz?" His grin was cheshire-cat-like, and she felt it's echo twitching at the corners of her mouth.
"Hi Mike. At his Nibs insistence, it appears I'm dictating a letter for you today." The 'cat perked his head up, and waved at the device, his purr quieting down and smoothing out.
"Be glad you didn't pull this duty, Mike. The Graysons are a bunch of bigots." She almost spat the last word, and then shook her head. "Oh, the Admiral called me on that when he realised what I was doing spending quite as much time sparring with the Gunny, and some of them, including their High Admiral are trying, but I think I better be elsewhere for a while - I do have the rest of the convoy to take to its destination, and the Admiral agreed to let me take them rather than keep me in system to fly the flag, even if it was a bit reluctantly …" Honor settled lower into her seat, and her hands absently petted and stroked at Nimitz's fur while she talked to her best friend.
She'd get this and her letters to her parents on the dispatch boat that was detailed to play postman for them. It would be back in another three weeks or so, and perhaps the kick in the pants Mike would deliver in reply, along with the progress the Admiral would hopefully have made, would allow her to keep her temper with the Graysons.
Fandom: Honor Harrington Series - David Weber
Rating: PG
Length: 550
Content notes: Takes place during Chapter 7 of "The Honor of the Queen".
Author notes: In the nature of a missing scene; part of my "Mike's Honor" series beginning with Mike's Introduction and taking place about halfway through Chapter 7 of The Honor of the Queen, after Admiral Courvosier calls Honor on why she's sparring with Sergeant Major Babcock.
Summary: Post sparring and Admiral Courvosier's discussion with Honor over the Graysons' behaviour.
Honor curled up in her day cabin's most comfortable chair, pulled the tiny personal recorder out of her kimono's pocket and set it down gently on the coffee table before coaxing Nimitz down into her lap, sitting there for a long moment, enjoying his warmth and the deep subsonic purr. He was worrying away at the deep well of anger that was accumulating at the pit of her stomach and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
"I don't know what I'd do without you, Stinker …" Honor shook her head lightly. "… no, that's not true. I'd want to do something spectacularly undiplomatic and would probably be lining up the rest of the Marines to beat on to give me enough of a release valve to stop myself doing so." She brushed a couple of fingers lightly over the bruises that Sergeant Major Babcock had left her with in their earlier training bout and pressed them, savouring the ache and Nimitz's buzzing purr picked up an edge.
"Ok, ok, I'll stop it!" His purr lost the edge and his tail batted at the small recorder on the table. "Who am I recording a letter for today, Nimitz. Momma? Papa?" He shook his head slowly, and held up a stick of celery, which made her giggle - and she hated the sound of her giggle - it made her sound like an overgrown schoolgirl.
"Mike did a good job of buying your loyalty at the Academy didn't she, Stinker?" He nodded and crunched happily on the stalk of celery he'd pulled from somewhere. MacGuiness had definitely fallen for the 'cat if he'd started concealing random stashes of celery round her cabin.
"A letter for Mike it is then, Stinker." He bleeked happily, and Honor blinked in surprise when he successfully smacked the recorder and turned it on. "What am I going to do with you, Nimitz?" His grin was cheshire-cat-like, and she felt it's echo twitching at the corners of her mouth.
"Hi Mike. At his Nibs insistence, it appears I'm dictating a letter for you today." The 'cat perked his head up, and waved at the device, his purr quieting down and smoothing out.
"Be glad you didn't pull this duty, Mike. The Graysons are a bunch of bigots." She almost spat the last word, and then shook her head. "Oh, the Admiral called me on that when he realised what I was doing spending quite as much time sparring with the Gunny, and some of them, including their High Admiral are trying, but I think I better be elsewhere for a while - I do have the rest of the convoy to take to its destination, and the Admiral agreed to let me take them rather than keep me in system to fly the flag, even if it was a bit reluctantly …" Honor settled lower into her seat, and her hands absently petted and stroked at Nimitz's fur while she talked to her best friend.
She'd get this and her letters to her parents on the dispatch boat that was detailed to play postman for them. It would be back in another three weeks or so, and perhaps the kick in the pants Mike would deliver in reply, along with the progress the Admiral would hopefully have made, would allow her to keep her temper with the Graysons.

Comments
*g*
I've been quite enjoying playing in the Honor Harrington 'verse - this is the early part of an AU series where I see what happens if I tweak things enough to allow for Honor/Mike.
Thank you m'lady. See what I meant about being a little more obvious about their bond and communication level, 'tho? I'm trying to decide whether I post the next scene I've written yet, or fit in another one that I've thought of first. One's Mike's PoV as they come over the hyper wall into Yeltsin's Star and the other is White Haven interrogating Mike about Honor or Mike and Alice discussing Honor.
It's hard when you think of things out of order isn't it? I rather like the sound of all three, you could always do them all *g*. I wonder whether what Mike said would affect White Haven's interaction with Honor, since he did briefly dislike her in the books.
*grins evilly*
You do know Hamish changes his mind on Honor quite considerably in books 7-10?
Anyway, yes I have indeed vaguely spoiled myself on the Hamish/Honor score too *looks sheepish*. I hope it gets juicy and he doesn't meet a nasty end the way Paul did. I was rather displeased with the author when that happened. On the plus side though, I'd been wanting Pavel Young to get his comeuppance right from the first book, so the fallout was satisfying. Especially since it was Honor that did it!
And "books 7-10", I thought there were 12 and I already like him, please don't tell me the author's going to make me sad again?
11 and 12 involve a new enemy and Honor being a diplomat as much as an admiral ... the end of book 10 is when Weber originally intended to kill Honor off, but he sensibly changed his mind. But when you get that far, you really should read the two side series before going onto 11 & 12, because otherwise some stuff will make no sense ... and I think you'll like Abigail Hearns *g*
Edited 2012-02-28 08:12 pm (UTC)
I'd say I'll keep my eyes peeled for Abigail Hearns, but she'll jump out at me by name alone. Hopefully it'll be less disturbing than when I've met name twins IRL, that's only happened to me twice but it's been rather jarring.
And he wanted to kill Honor off? What kind of evil man is he? I gather that there's a mistakenly-presumed-dead situation at some point, which made me think of Mackenzie Calhoun. Rather amusing since they both have super-strength because of their homeworlds and the Honorverse books do remind me quite a lot of New Frontier.
Honor was suppose to be an homage to both Hornblower and Nelson, and was going to die during the course of her greatest victory IIRC, and then the next generation would pick up the story. Then one of the people he co-wrote a side-story with accidentally accelerated a plot line and it all went from there ... it almost certainly averted a major fan rebellion!