crossover_chick | Today's Word Is -- FanFiction!

I promised, and so I shall deliver -- double! You get two new fics today!
-Muses: *golf clap*-
. . . I expected a bit more enthusiasm.
-HD: *blows noisemaker?*-
Better. :)
Anyway, first up is that crossover I mentioned the other day: By The Riverside It's little kid fic -- I've been thinking of a situation where Alice and Victor would meet while small for a while now. Finally it just walked up to me, slapped me across the back of the head, and said, "WRITE ME, DAMN IT." So I did. It's not up officially on the site yet -- you guys read it and tell me if it needs any further tweaking.

Second up is a new Drabbles88.
-VD: Finally! I take it this is the crossover one you were working on?-
Yeppers. :) Have at it:

28. Fall
“It means that this damn thing doesn’t work AT ALL!”
Doc turned away from the boys, swearing as he unstrapped the helmet from his head. Marty and Victor shared a worried look. “Doc, you gotta help us!” Marty pleaded, following Doc over to the table. “You’re the only one who knows how your time machine works!”
“Please, I beg you to help,” Victor added, trailing behind. “We won’t be able to do it without you.”
Doc glanced between them, frowning. “Time machine?” His hand went up to the bandage on his head as his eyes focused on something faraway. “I haven’t invented any time machine. . . .”
“Yes, but you will,” Victor said. “In the future.”
Doc blinked, then scowled skeptically at the pair. “That’s an easy thing to say. Boys, if this is a prank, it’s gone on long enough.”
“We can prove it, though!” Marty said, yanking out his wallet. “Look at my driver’s license – expires 1987? Look at my birth date, for crying out loud – I haven’t even been born yet!”
“Neither have I!” Victor nodded, scrambling to produce his own wallet. “Look, see – 1966! I’m not due to be born for eleven years!”
Doc looked unimpressed, only glancing at the licenses before returning to fiddling with his helmet. Marty yanked a picture out of his wallet and shoved it at the scientist. “Look at this,” he said firmly, as Doc took it with a pair of calipers. “My brother, my sister, and me. Look at her sweatshirt, Doc. Class of 1984.”
Doc studied the picture for a moment. Then he dropped it back on the table, shaking his head. “Pretty mediocre photographic fakery – they cut off your brother’s hair.”
“They what?” Victor peered at the picture. “Er – Marty, Dave is missing his hair. Did something happen to your photograph?”
Marty looked, blinking in confusion. “The hell?” he murmured, picking it up. “That’s weird. . . .”
Doc glowered at them. “Didn’t you think to check it before you retrieved it from the shop?”
“It’s not a fake! We’re telling the truth, Doc!”
“Really, I know you just came up with the idea for the flux capacitor this morning--” Victor said, looking frustrated.
Doc’s eyes went wide. “What – how – how do you know about that?”
“The bandage on your head,” Victor explained, pointing. “That is how he came up with the idea, right?” he added, looking at Marty. “He fell off the toilet and hit his head on the sink?”
“Yeah, while he was hanging a clock!” Marty nodded, looking at Doc triumphantly. “You told us all about it in the future! How the flux capacitor is the key to time travel!”
Doc was silent for a long moment. Then, slowly, he extended a hand. “Let me see those drivers’ licenses again.”

-M: Aw, Victor steals my moment.-
-TTV: My apologies.-
Sorry, but it was the best way I could think of to give him a role in the scene. This is obviously from my occasionally-thought-about BTTF/CB crossover, where Victor's living in the BTTF universe. He and Marty end up going back in time together. It took me a long while to decide on the prompt for this -- it finally hit me that "Fall" didn't necessarily have to refer to the season. This was pretty easy to write after that, though.
-VuM: Victor was born in 1966 in this version?-
Yeah -- he's exactly 2 years older than you. I can picture Doc mentioning that in the scene immediately following:
Doc: *studying licenses* You two have the same birthday?-
Marty: Yeah, threw us for a loop too.
Not much else to say -- it's pretty self-explanatory.

So, my muses are prevented from killing me for a little while longer.
-OD: *tentacles poke* Most of us.-
I'm sorry I'm stuck on your fic, I really am. Do you want the next drabbles88 if I can manage it?
-OD: No, we want to keep things fair with your other universes. But how about more appearances in "When Worlds Collide?"-
I can swing that. Anyway, not much else to report -- got my fabric from the store today for my dress. Also visited a Newberry's nearby, they had a lot of cool stuff to look at. Including CLINT EASTWOOD Minimates.
-M: . . . You're kidding.-
I am dead serious. Minimates for "A Fistful of Dollars." I also saw another set of those Sweeney Todd Kubricks. Is there NOTHING those companies will not make into toys?
-D: *shakes head* Incredible. . . .-
-J: Why'd you visit Newberry's anyway? Still looking for that CD?-
Yeah -- no dice. Annoying. Have to see if I can find it online.
Also played some more American McGee's Alice -- almost up to the Queen bossfights. I keep planning on stretching this out more, but then each level feels so oddly short. . . . You know, I may be setting myself up for major pain here, but I think I might just play next year on HARD.
-HD: O.O-
Yeah. After three playthroughs, the challenge is a bit lacking at times. We'll see when October rolls around again.
And now, I'm going to mess around on the web some more. Laters.