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crossover_chickGiftfic time! :D Here we go --
For Ael, a SG-1 story that involves some interesting weirdness:
The stench of death filled the air. All around them were empty streets, the detritus of the last days of humanity still littering the ground. The air was eerily still. SG-1 stood in a tight huddle, guns at the ready as they entered this strange world.
“So, Daniel – want to roll in anything yet?”
Daniel sighed. “Jack, just because I’m a werewolf doesn’t mean I don’t care about personal hygiene anymore.”
“Not ripe enough, huh?”
“Sir!” Sam protested.
“One of us has to lighten the mood,” Jack said. “It’s just too quiet around here. I wonder what happened.”
Daniel’s ears suddenly pricked up. “I hear someone coming.”
“Human?” Jack asked. “How many?”
Daniel frowned, listening. “I think so. . .the gait sounds a little – odd. At least one of them is limping. It sounds like just two, though.”
“Survivors?” Teal’c offered.
“Maybe. Everyone keep your guns at the ready, just in case.”
The sound grew louder, loud enough for the regular humans (and alien) on the team to hear. Daniel sniffed the air, hoping to discover some sort of scent that would help identify the people coming towards them. It was hard, though, with the smell of death and decomposition hanging heavy around them. And, really, Daniel wasn’t sure he wanted to know if whoever it was was familiar. They’d had some bad experiences before with alternate versions of the SG teams. He tightened his grip on his gun. At least now, if he had to do the whole “dying/resurrected” thing, it would be over in a matter of minutes rather than days. Being a werewolf did have some distinct advantages.
Finally, their mystery guests came around the corner of the street. Just as they did, Daniel finally caught a whiff of their scent. His eyes went wide. Oh shit – it’s –
“Us!”
Both groups froze. The people standing before them were definitely Jack O’Neill and Daniel Jackson, but – well, suffice to say they were very much worse for wear. The flesh on both was rotting, with Jack having a hole in his cheek and Daniel a large gash across his ribcage. The regular Daniel felt almost sick to his stomach as their smell hit him full-force.
Jack stared. “Oh, for the love of God – don’t tell me. Zombies. We’re fricking zombies.”
“. . . Brains?” the other Jack offered.
The other Daniel held up his hands. “We’re friendlies, don’t worry.”
“What happened?” Sam asked, looking stunned.
“NID – somebody did something stupid in a secret lab, this specialized virus escaped – basically your standard monster movie plot,” the other Jack explained. “Most of the civvies ended up eating each other before anybody got their control back.”
“SG Command?” Daniel asked, not sure if he’d like the news.
“A lot of people – er – survived,” the other Daniel answered him, his eyes flicking to the gash in his chest. “We’re not going around visiting other worlds anymore, obviously. . . .”
“Our Sam and Janet are trying to figure out a way to reverse this,” the other Jack added. “Teal’c’s helping – lucky bastard wasn’t even affected.” Teal’c raised an eyebrow at that.
Jack sighed deeply. “Great. This virus thingy isn’t airborne, is it? I don’t feel like gnawing on Hammond’s head once we get back.”
“Nope, bite only,” the other Daniel reassured him. “And I don’t think either of us wants to find out what we taste like.”
Sam, however, looked a little curious. “Hmmm. I wonder what would happen if he bit you, Daniel. Or if you bit him.”
“Ooooh no!” Jack said immediately, waving his free hand. “Let’s not even go there!”
The other Jack and Daniel frowned, puzzled. “Why on earth would you want him to bite me?” the other Daniel asked, pushing on the remains of his glasses.
The team looked at each other. “Do you want to show them?” Sam asked.
Daniel hesitated, then set down his gun. “This – might look a little weird,” he warned the alternates.
“We deal with rotting people on a daily basis. Lay it on us.”
Daniel nodded, then shifted. The zombies stared down at his new wolfy form, still clad in his special alien-cloth uniform. “. . . . A werewolf?” the other Jack finally said.
“Got bit on an alien planet,” Daniel said after changing back. “I don’t think it would do anything to you – we’re not even sure I can pass on the infection – but --”
“Yeah, the last thing we need are zombie werewolves,” the other Jack agreed.
Jack shook his head. “Zombies, werewolves – now all we have to do is find a reality where you’re a vampire, Daniel, and we’ll have completed the set.”
“Oh, I’m sure it’s out there somewhere,” Sam said, grinning. “We all know how death just does not stick with Daniel.”
Both Daniels started to roll their eyes – then there was a nasty squelching sound. “Oh, damn it! I knew that wasn’t in there properly. . .um, mind handing that back over?”
Daniel stared. “I – I don’t think I’m quite comfortable with picking up my own eye.”
“You’re a wolfboy – I’m surprised you don’t want to eat it,” the other Jack commented.
“Don’t tempt me, Jack. I will piss on your foot.”
“I’m rotting, Lon Chaney – bring it on.”
Sam looked at Teal’c. “Some things will never change, will they?”
“Indeed not, MajorCarter.” He looked at the arguing foursome. “Indeed not.”
Hey, you said you wanted either "Paws In the Moonlight" or Zombie!SG-1 fic. . . :p I hope my characterization is okay. Sorry Teal'c doesn't get much to say, I always feel a little uneasy writing him.
For Moose, who loves her video games:
She was watching him again.
Emmett Brown glanced upward. He could feel the eyes upon him, observing him, watching him. “Well? What is it?” he asked.
He didn’t get an answer. He never did. Whoever it was that watched them, she didn’t speak. It kind of annoyed him, frankly. If he was under constant surveillance, he’d like to be able to know who was in charge. Grumbling, he went back to his homework.
The sound of a car pulling up outside distracted him further. However, this was a much more pleasant distraction than the mysterious woman. Dad’s home! He immediately abandoned his notebook and rushed downstairs to greet him. “Hi Dad!”
“Emmett!” Emil Brown hugged his son tightly. “How are you, son?”
“All right. How was work?”
“Busy, busy. It’s good to be home.”
Emmett squeezed his father. “Good to have you home.” He pulled away. “Wanna play a game of red-hands?”
“Sure!” They started playing, laughing as they attempted to slap each other’s hands.
“Dad?” Emmett said after a minute, as they wound up the game. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course. Vhat’s on your mind?”
“Well – have you ever noticed our neighborhood is a bit – weird?”
Emil frowned. “How so?”
“Well – it may be just me, but the McFlys down the street seem to – age differently than the rest of us. I could have sworn a few of their kids were younger. And – sometimes, when I’m alone in the house, things seem to – move.”
“Move?”
Emmett nodded. “Like a chair will be in one place, then, not a second later, it’ll be on the other side of the room.” He shifted uncomfortably. “And, well, occasionally – I think I’ve felt someone – looking at me. Like there’s this – camera in the sky,” he finished, somewhat lamely. “I know you’ll probably think I’m just being over-imaginative or paranoid, but – I swear, Dad, I know someone’s up there!”
Emil nodded, looking serious. “I see.” He put a hand on Emmett’s shoulder. “Emmett, it’s really nothing to worry about,” he said kindly. “Your mother might not like me telling you this, but I think it’s best to let you know sooner rather than later.”
“Let me know what?” Emmett asked, feeling uneasy.
“There is someone watching us. Monica.” Emil looked up. “Ve’re her Sims.”
Emmett blinked. “What? Dad, what are you talking about?”
“Ve’re a computer game, Emmett. That lady watching us made us – well, she made your mother and me – and she controls our lives. Sort of. It’s complicated.”
Emmett felt slightly sick. “You mean – we don’t have free will?”
“Vell, I don’t know,” Emil admitted, rubbing his chin. “I don’t think some of things we do are to this Monica’s liking. If you listen really hard vhen it’s quiet, you can hear her talk sometimes. I’ve heard her complaining before.”
“Great Scott. When I thought someone was watching me--”
“It’s all right, Emmett, really!” Emil said reassuringly, patting the kid’s back. “She’s not mean. I vas talking to Seamus McFly the other day – apparently one of his grandchildren vas scheduled to – vell – she couldn’t go through with it.”
Emmett paled. “You mean – what does it say that she even planned it, though?”
Emil frowned. “Oh dear. Maybe I should have vaited until you were a teenager. . . . Emmett, trust me. Nothing is going to happen to us in the near future. I promise.” He grinned. “Come on, let’s go inside and see how your mother is doing.”
Emmett still felt a little uneasy, but decided to let the matter drop. The idea that he was nothing more than a computer game was a possibility he hadn’t prepared for. “All right.” He followed his father to the door, but paused before going inside and looking up. “Nothing’s really going to happen to us, is it – er – Miss Monica, was it?” he asked tentatively.
He wasn’t sure, but he thought he could hear, “Oh, definitely not. I’m a heck of a lot nicer to my Sims than my friend Vicky!”
Self-aware sims are funny. :p I thought you might get a kick out of a Sim!Fic. And yes, you are nicer to the Sims than I am -- she's told me numerous times she cannot stand to kill any of them off. Me, on the other hand, have had Sims I don't like eaten by cow plants. I'm an evil Sim Mistress. (Of course, the real surprise of the story is using her real name.)
And for Gigs, whom I had a hard time thinking up something for:
“Heya, Gigs!”
Lisa grinned as she saw Victoria sitting at a table near the front of the Inkwell Bar. “Hey V!” She slid into the seat across from her friend. “How are things?”
“Good – a little hectic, but when is it not?” Victoria said with a small smile. “You know how my boys are. You?”
“Same, kind of,” Lisa said. “You know how my boys are.”
Victoria chuckled. “Yeah, really. Alnilam all decorated for Christmas?”
“Yup,” Lisa nodded. “We really get into it.” She smirked. “Got mistletoe hanging over every doorway I can.”
“You naughty girl. I should try that.”
“You think it would work?”
“Worth a shot, right? My boys may not be fictional boyfriends, like yours are to AL, but they’re prone to displays of affection.”
Lisa shook her head. “I still can’t believe one of them kissed you.”
“Well, it was a newly-Masked Victor – it was probably a side-effect of having all his inhibitions stripped away,” Victoria admitted. “The Docs later told me he was flirting near-constantly with both his Victoria and Emily.”
Lisa frowned. “Doesn’t it get confusing now that you have a muse who has a girlfriend with your name?”
“Not as often as you might think,” Victoria said. “I mean, we usually call me Vic or Vicky, and Victor’s Victoria isn’t around too much. If we have to, we’ll invent a funny nickname for her.”
“I think they’ll probably use to refer to you instead.”
“Yeah, true,” Victoria grinned. “Aaanway, I got you a present! And I really think you’ll like it.”
“I got you something too,” Lisa grinned back. “I’m not so sure you’ll like it, but I’m betting you will.”
“Aw, come on, Gigs, I like everything you get me.”
Lisa shrugged. “I was just a little iffy, seeing as it’s from a fandom you’re not technically into. . . .”
“I’ll manage. Wanna trade and get it over with?”
“Sure. Hang on a second, I just have to get it.”
“Same. Meet you back here in five.”
Five minutes later, the girls returned. They stopped and stared for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Looks like you had the same idea I did!”
OckDoc, wrapped tightly with ribbon and sporting bows on his tentacles, gave the girls a dirty look. “You know, it’s customary to exchange things, not people.”
The Tenth Doctor, also wrapped with ribbon and wearing a party hat, nodded. “I do not appreciate being referred to as ‘it.’”
“Well, I figured she’d get suspicious if I said ‘him,’” Lisa said, catching her breath. “Well, V, do you like?”
“I love,” Victoria said, going over to the Tenth Doctor and putting an arm around him. “Hel-lo Tennant!”
“Why couldn’t one of the others have subbed in?” OckDoc demanded as the tentacles greeted Lisa with clicking.
“Because you’re her favorite, though I’m not supposed to mention that,” Victoria replied, looking crafty.
“We don’t care,” the remaining Docs called in near-perfect unison.
“Yes, throw one of your own to the dogs!” OckDoc yelled back.
“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!” Lisa assured him. “You know I don’t like you quite like that. We can all make Christmas cookies, and AL can talk to the tentacles and translate for everyone.” The tentacles seemed to like that.
“Yes, you’re getting the better deal,” the Tenth Doctor agreed, looking nervously at a smirking Victoria.
“Relax, it’s Christmas,” Victoria told him, snuggling up. “I’ll be gentle. Besides, though cute, you’re not quite the guy I want for the chocolate sauce treatment.” She gave him an evil smile. “Though I guess I could improvise. . . .”
“Lisa! Your jealousy can kick in any time now!” He frowned. “And TeenDoc? Give it back.”
“Aw, man. . . .”
I knew I wanted to do another BTTF/Dr. Who thing, but I just couldn't think of what. Then I remembered her stated favorite of my Docs was OckDoc, while I have a mild crush on Ten, and this came out of that. :p TeenDoc at the end is stealing Ten's sonic screwdriver, natch. ;)
Incidentally, Gigs, I figure I might as well tell you now -- you know part of the reason I wanted that Japanese Einy so bad? Because he reminded me of the Einy from your BTTF Halloween story you wrote for the request meme. Literally, first thing I thought of. :)
Okay, I'm gonna have to go eat dinner and hopefully negociate a break in the Christmas Story marathon my Mom's set up so I can watch my Christmas BTTF TAS episode. Merry Christmas! :D
For Ael, a SG-1 story that involves some interesting weirdness:
The stench of death filled the air. All around them were empty streets, the detritus of the last days of humanity still littering the ground. The air was eerily still. SG-1 stood in a tight huddle, guns at the ready as they entered this strange world.
“So, Daniel – want to roll in anything yet?”
Daniel sighed. “Jack, just because I’m a werewolf doesn’t mean I don’t care about personal hygiene anymore.”
“Not ripe enough, huh?”
“Sir!” Sam protested.
“One of us has to lighten the mood,” Jack said. “It’s just too quiet around here. I wonder what happened.”
Daniel’s ears suddenly pricked up. “I hear someone coming.”
“Human?” Jack asked. “How many?”
Daniel frowned, listening. “I think so. . .the gait sounds a little – odd. At least one of them is limping. It sounds like just two, though.”
“Survivors?” Teal’c offered.
“Maybe. Everyone keep your guns at the ready, just in case.”
The sound grew louder, loud enough for the regular humans (and alien) on the team to hear. Daniel sniffed the air, hoping to discover some sort of scent that would help identify the people coming towards them. It was hard, though, with the smell of death and decomposition hanging heavy around them. And, really, Daniel wasn’t sure he wanted to know if whoever it was was familiar. They’d had some bad experiences before with alternate versions of the SG teams. He tightened his grip on his gun. At least now, if he had to do the whole “dying/resurrected” thing, it would be over in a matter of minutes rather than days. Being a werewolf did have some distinct advantages.
Finally, their mystery guests came around the corner of the street. Just as they did, Daniel finally caught a whiff of their scent. His eyes went wide. Oh shit – it’s –
“Us!”
Both groups froze. The people standing before them were definitely Jack O’Neill and Daniel Jackson, but – well, suffice to say they were very much worse for wear. The flesh on both was rotting, with Jack having a hole in his cheek and Daniel a large gash across his ribcage. The regular Daniel felt almost sick to his stomach as their smell hit him full-force.
Jack stared. “Oh, for the love of God – don’t tell me. Zombies. We’re fricking zombies.”
“. . . Brains?” the other Jack offered.
The other Daniel held up his hands. “We’re friendlies, don’t worry.”
“What happened?” Sam asked, looking stunned.
“NID – somebody did something stupid in a secret lab, this specialized virus escaped – basically your standard monster movie plot,” the other Jack explained. “Most of the civvies ended up eating each other before anybody got their control back.”
“SG Command?” Daniel asked, not sure if he’d like the news.
“A lot of people – er – survived,” the other Daniel answered him, his eyes flicking to the gash in his chest. “We’re not going around visiting other worlds anymore, obviously. . . .”
“Our Sam and Janet are trying to figure out a way to reverse this,” the other Jack added. “Teal’c’s helping – lucky bastard wasn’t even affected.” Teal’c raised an eyebrow at that.
Jack sighed deeply. “Great. This virus thingy isn’t airborne, is it? I don’t feel like gnawing on Hammond’s head once we get back.”
“Nope, bite only,” the other Daniel reassured him. “And I don’t think either of us wants to find out what we taste like.”
Sam, however, looked a little curious. “Hmmm. I wonder what would happen if he bit you, Daniel. Or if you bit him.”
“Ooooh no!” Jack said immediately, waving his free hand. “Let’s not even go there!”
The other Jack and Daniel frowned, puzzled. “Why on earth would you want him to bite me?” the other Daniel asked, pushing on the remains of his glasses.
The team looked at each other. “Do you want to show them?” Sam asked.
Daniel hesitated, then set down his gun. “This – might look a little weird,” he warned the alternates.
“We deal with rotting people on a daily basis. Lay it on us.”
Daniel nodded, then shifted. The zombies stared down at his new wolfy form, still clad in his special alien-cloth uniform. “. . . . A werewolf?” the other Jack finally said.
“Got bit on an alien planet,” Daniel said after changing back. “I don’t think it would do anything to you – we’re not even sure I can pass on the infection – but --”
“Yeah, the last thing we need are zombie werewolves,” the other Jack agreed.
Jack shook his head. “Zombies, werewolves – now all we have to do is find a reality where you’re a vampire, Daniel, and we’ll have completed the set.”
“Oh, I’m sure it’s out there somewhere,” Sam said, grinning. “We all know how death just does not stick with Daniel.”
Both Daniels started to roll their eyes – then there was a nasty squelching sound. “Oh, damn it! I knew that wasn’t in there properly. . .um, mind handing that back over?”
Daniel stared. “I – I don’t think I’m quite comfortable with picking up my own eye.”
“You’re a wolfboy – I’m surprised you don’t want to eat it,” the other Jack commented.
“Don’t tempt me, Jack. I will piss on your foot.”
“I’m rotting, Lon Chaney – bring it on.”
Sam looked at Teal’c. “Some things will never change, will they?”
“Indeed not, MajorCarter.” He looked at the arguing foursome. “Indeed not.”
Hey, you said you wanted either "Paws In the Moonlight" or Zombie!SG-1 fic. . . :p I hope my characterization is okay. Sorry Teal'c doesn't get much to say, I always feel a little uneasy writing him.
For Moose, who loves her video games:
She was watching him again.
Emmett Brown glanced upward. He could feel the eyes upon him, observing him, watching him. “Well? What is it?” he asked.
He didn’t get an answer. He never did. Whoever it was that watched them, she didn’t speak. It kind of annoyed him, frankly. If he was under constant surveillance, he’d like to be able to know who was in charge. Grumbling, he went back to his homework.
The sound of a car pulling up outside distracted him further. However, this was a much more pleasant distraction than the mysterious woman. Dad’s home! He immediately abandoned his notebook and rushed downstairs to greet him. “Hi Dad!”
“Emmett!” Emil Brown hugged his son tightly. “How are you, son?”
“All right. How was work?”
“Busy, busy. It’s good to be home.”
Emmett squeezed his father. “Good to have you home.” He pulled away. “Wanna play a game of red-hands?”
“Sure!” They started playing, laughing as they attempted to slap each other’s hands.
“Dad?” Emmett said after a minute, as they wound up the game. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course. Vhat’s on your mind?”
“Well – have you ever noticed our neighborhood is a bit – weird?”
Emil frowned. “How so?”
“Well – it may be just me, but the McFlys down the street seem to – age differently than the rest of us. I could have sworn a few of their kids were younger. And – sometimes, when I’m alone in the house, things seem to – move.”
“Move?”
Emmett nodded. “Like a chair will be in one place, then, not a second later, it’ll be on the other side of the room.” He shifted uncomfortably. “And, well, occasionally – I think I’ve felt someone – looking at me. Like there’s this – camera in the sky,” he finished, somewhat lamely. “I know you’ll probably think I’m just being over-imaginative or paranoid, but – I swear, Dad, I know someone’s up there!”
Emil nodded, looking serious. “I see.” He put a hand on Emmett’s shoulder. “Emmett, it’s really nothing to worry about,” he said kindly. “Your mother might not like me telling you this, but I think it’s best to let you know sooner rather than later.”
“Let me know what?” Emmett asked, feeling uneasy.
“There is someone watching us. Monica.” Emil looked up. “Ve’re her Sims.”
Emmett blinked. “What? Dad, what are you talking about?”
“Ve’re a computer game, Emmett. That lady watching us made us – well, she made your mother and me – and she controls our lives. Sort of. It’s complicated.”
Emmett felt slightly sick. “You mean – we don’t have free will?”
“Vell, I don’t know,” Emil admitted, rubbing his chin. “I don’t think some of things we do are to this Monica’s liking. If you listen really hard vhen it’s quiet, you can hear her talk sometimes. I’ve heard her complaining before.”
“Great Scott. When I thought someone was watching me--”
“It’s all right, Emmett, really!” Emil said reassuringly, patting the kid’s back. “She’s not mean. I vas talking to Seamus McFly the other day – apparently one of his grandchildren vas scheduled to – vell – she couldn’t go through with it.”
Emmett paled. “You mean – what does it say that she even planned it, though?”
Emil frowned. “Oh dear. Maybe I should have vaited until you were a teenager. . . . Emmett, trust me. Nothing is going to happen to us in the near future. I promise.” He grinned. “Come on, let’s go inside and see how your mother is doing.”
Emmett still felt a little uneasy, but decided to let the matter drop. The idea that he was nothing more than a computer game was a possibility he hadn’t prepared for. “All right.” He followed his father to the door, but paused before going inside and looking up. “Nothing’s really going to happen to us, is it – er – Miss Monica, was it?” he asked tentatively.
He wasn’t sure, but he thought he could hear, “Oh, definitely not. I’m a heck of a lot nicer to my Sims than my friend Vicky!”
Self-aware sims are funny. :p I thought you might get a kick out of a Sim!Fic. And yes, you are nicer to the Sims than I am -- she's told me numerous times she cannot stand to kill any of them off. Me, on the other hand, have had Sims I don't like eaten by cow plants. I'm an evil Sim Mistress. (Of course, the real surprise of the story is using her real name.)
And for Gigs, whom I had a hard time thinking up something for:
“Heya, Gigs!”
Lisa grinned as she saw Victoria sitting at a table near the front of the Inkwell Bar. “Hey V!” She slid into the seat across from her friend. “How are things?”
“Good – a little hectic, but when is it not?” Victoria said with a small smile. “You know how my boys are. You?”
“Same, kind of,” Lisa said. “You know how my boys are.”
Victoria chuckled. “Yeah, really. Alnilam all decorated for Christmas?”
“Yup,” Lisa nodded. “We really get into it.” She smirked. “Got mistletoe hanging over every doorway I can.”
“You naughty girl. I should try that.”
“You think it would work?”
“Worth a shot, right? My boys may not be fictional boyfriends, like yours are to AL, but they’re prone to displays of affection.”
Lisa shook her head. “I still can’t believe one of them kissed you.”
“Well, it was a newly-Masked Victor – it was probably a side-effect of having all his inhibitions stripped away,” Victoria admitted. “The Docs later told me he was flirting near-constantly with both his Victoria and Emily.”
Lisa frowned. “Doesn’t it get confusing now that you have a muse who has a girlfriend with your name?”
“Not as often as you might think,” Victoria said. “I mean, we usually call me Vic or Vicky, and Victor’s Victoria isn’t around too much. If we have to, we’ll invent a funny nickname for her.”
“I think they’ll probably use to refer to you instead.”
“Yeah, true,” Victoria grinned. “Aaanway, I got you a present! And I really think you’ll like it.”
“I got you something too,” Lisa grinned back. “I’m not so sure you’ll like it, but I’m betting you will.”
“Aw, come on, Gigs, I like everything you get me.”
Lisa shrugged. “I was just a little iffy, seeing as it’s from a fandom you’re not technically into. . . .”
“I’ll manage. Wanna trade and get it over with?”
“Sure. Hang on a second, I just have to get it.”
“Same. Meet you back here in five.”
Five minutes later, the girls returned. They stopped and stared for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Looks like you had the same idea I did!”
OckDoc, wrapped tightly with ribbon and sporting bows on his tentacles, gave the girls a dirty look. “You know, it’s customary to exchange things, not people.”
The Tenth Doctor, also wrapped with ribbon and wearing a party hat, nodded. “I do not appreciate being referred to as ‘it.’”
“Well, I figured she’d get suspicious if I said ‘him,’” Lisa said, catching her breath. “Well, V, do you like?”
“I love,” Victoria said, going over to the Tenth Doctor and putting an arm around him. “Hel-lo Tennant!”
“Why couldn’t one of the others have subbed in?” OckDoc demanded as the tentacles greeted Lisa with clicking.
“Because you’re her favorite, though I’m not supposed to mention that,” Victoria replied, looking crafty.
“We don’t care,” the remaining Docs called in near-perfect unison.
“Yes, throw one of your own to the dogs!” OckDoc yelled back.
“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!” Lisa assured him. “You know I don’t like you quite like that. We can all make Christmas cookies, and AL can talk to the tentacles and translate for everyone.” The tentacles seemed to like that.
“Yes, you’re getting the better deal,” the Tenth Doctor agreed, looking nervously at a smirking Victoria.
“Relax, it’s Christmas,” Victoria told him, snuggling up. “I’ll be gentle. Besides, though cute, you’re not quite the guy I want for the chocolate sauce treatment.” She gave him an evil smile. “Though I guess I could improvise. . . .”
“Lisa! Your jealousy can kick in any time now!” He frowned. “And TeenDoc? Give it back.”
“Aw, man. . . .”
I knew I wanted to do another BTTF/Dr. Who thing, but I just couldn't think of what. Then I remembered her stated favorite of my Docs was OckDoc, while I have a mild crush on Ten, and this came out of that. :p TeenDoc at the end is stealing Ten's sonic screwdriver, natch. ;)
Incidentally, Gigs, I figure I might as well tell you now -- you know part of the reason I wanted that Japanese Einy so bad? Because he reminded me of the Einy from your BTTF Halloween story you wrote for the request meme. Literally, first thing I thought of. :)
Okay, I'm gonna have to go eat dinner and hopefully negociate a break in the Christmas Story marathon my Mom's set up so I can watch my Christmas BTTF TAS episode. Merry Christmas! :D
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Date: 2007-12-25 06:45 pm (UTC)I gotta do something for you now...*ponders* And I'll be putting this on my site when I get home.
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Date: 2007-12-25 06:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-25 08:45 pm (UTC)Jack stared. “Oh, for the love of God – don’t tell me. Zombies. We’re fricking zombies.”
“. . . Brains?” the other Jack offered.
That had me cracking up! :D
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Date: 2007-12-25 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-26 12:37 am (UTC)...And I don't even watch SGA.
Love the self-aware Sims. Heheh.
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Date: 2007-12-26 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-26 03:07 am (UTC)THANK YOU MUCHLY! *hugs, adds to memories*
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Date: 2007-12-26 04:48 pm (UTC)