So, a while ago, during one of my drabble memes, my friend insertparagraph requested a "something from the Discworld."
Well, like you, I'm a huge TPratchett fan, so it didn't take anything more than that to set me off; for whatever reason, I'd been amusing myself by imagining Lord Vetinari asking Sam Vimes's advice about politics... and so I wrote — not a drabble, but the beginning of a fic.
I meant to continue it — it seemed like a fun idea — but, as with so many writing projects recently, it fell into the cobwebbed neverwhere of my hard drive...
Until today. Sitting down while waiting my lunch to warm up (Indian lentils — yum), I opened the file... and finished the fic!
Title: Long Live the Patrician!( Long Live the Patrician! )
Warnings: Unbeta'd. Small caps.
Length: ~3400 Words
Summary: Sam Vimes knew that nothing good waited for him at the top of the gilded stairs of the Patrician's Palace.