Title: Holo Joosters
Author: godsdaisiechain
Fandom: Jeeves and Wooster, Dune, Star Trek (TNG, DS9)
Pairing/characters: Jeeves/Wooster
Rating: PG
Words: About 300
Summary: AU Jooster on a holosuite.  Bertie and Jeeves decide the best way to use their afternoon of technology is to visit the planet Arrakis.  Wardrobes are discussed. Snuggles are negotiated.

Bertie struggled into his rather tight flight suit. “Dash it, Jeeves, what is this shiny thingummy? It is poking the ribs most mercilessly.”

Jeeves looked up from his tricorder and suppressed a sigh.  He did so wish that Star Fleet had rejected them when Bertie had applied on a dare.  “I believe it is a phaser, sir.”

The blue eyes widened. “Sir?  They didn’t make me an officer, did they, Jeeves?”

Jeeves felt his lips quirk slightly at the alarmed look on the face of his employer. “Yes, Lt. Wooster, they did.”

“Dash it!”  Bertie clapped twice and they found themselves in a small chamber mapped out like a sheet of graph paper. “That won’t do, Jeeves.  It won’t do at all.”

Jeeves slipped at arm about Bertie’s waist and kissed him. “Why not, beloved? You passed the simulated officers’ test.”

The willowy man pinkened slightly about the ears. “But I rather wanted you to rescue me.  I would be a primitive native, perhaps not wearing terribly much, and then I could show you how grateful I am and then, well, er, you could, ah thingummy.”

Jeeves flushed. “But we can play that anywhere, love.  We only have the holodeck for the afternoon.”

“Shall we watch some races?  Perhaps those giant worms from that big dusty whatchamacallit?”

Jeeves’s nostrils flared and his fingers twitched. “Oh, yes, Arrakis,” he said. “And afterwards, the loser will, ah ‘thingummy’ the winner back in our shuttlecraft.”

“I say! This techno-whatsits is dashed, ah, rather, I say.”  A sudden thought intruded. “But I am not wearing that bally eagle whatsit, Jeeves. It is not becoming.”

Jeeves shrugged “Indeed it is, quite becoming, but if you prefer not….”

Bertie grinned.  “I prefer not.”