A/N: Well, this concludes this fic. Both posted on the same day, within the same five or so minutes, so it's not like anyone had a chance to read the first one before this one came up, but hey.

Anyways, the first chapter, Looking Glass, was about Vetinari's views on Vimes. This one, Mirror, is about Vimes' views on Vetinari. I think it's pretty obvious why I named them that way.

Disclaimer: Don't own and never will. These are just some of my interpretations of the two characters I find most fascinating in that world on a Disc.

Mirror

A lot of people call him Vetinari's Terrier. He'd said, once, that everyone was someone's dog.

He was, really, avoiding the issue.

He is a terrier, though he is not Vetinari's. He is the Law's Terrier, and wherever he goes, the Laws must be kept. He is a policeman, a copper, and he knows that he is one because if he wasn't he'd be something he didn't like, and if he broke the laws or let other people break them he'd be the same, so wherever he lives, he keeps the Laws. (And sometimes, if there aren't any, he makes them.)

He chooses to live in Ankh-Morpork, because he was born there and is loves her and is loyal to her. (And because Vetinari is there, too, but not because he's loyal to Vetinari—because he knows that, of all the places he could go, all the places he'd be welcome with open arms, they wouldn't let him keep the Laws. And he wouldn't let himself become who, what, he'd become if he broke them. And he didn't want to die.)

And so in Ankh-Morpork, the laws were kept.

Once, a long time ago and no time ago at all, he'd arrested a whole battlefield: armies, leaders, camels and all.

And then he'd come home and said that he couldn't arrest Lord Vetinari.

And he realized what he'd said and realized, with a faint and dawning horror, that yes, he could, he had to…

He wasn't looking forward to it, not at all.

Vetinari had insisted on it being done properly, with handcuffs and, he'd suggested, a hurdle; Vimes had been very annoyed but also, hidden deep, nearly breaking with relief—because he had to arrest Lord Vetinari, but he didn't know what he'd do if Vetinari had ordered him not to.

Late at nights, he'd think about it, and he'd know, with a cold sick certainty, that Lord Vetinari had arranged it so that Vimes could keep the laws, and he knew that someone else, if only one person, saw the nature of the beast inside him.

But he also knew that Vetinari saw the nature of the cage, too, the copper's badge shaped like a shield—and he knew that Vetinari was helping him keep that beast restrained.

And he was scared of that, too, because he knew that, for the good of the city, Vetinari would let that beast out. If he had to.

But that's not, really, what scares Vimes, because as much as Vimes would like to think so, Vimes isn't sure he'd try to stop him…