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crossover_chick) wrote2010-02-08 05:23 pm
crossover_chick) wrote2010-02-08 05:23 pm
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Happy Birthday Clara!
-Muses: o.O?-
Well, I figured you could do the 10:04 thing in your own journal.
-TD: *grin* Ah, okay.-
Anyway, to celebrate, I thought I'd post that drabbles88 I wrote a little while ago. Which, uh, doesn't feature the lady of honor. ^^; To be fair, the BTTF/CB proto-universe IS a trilogy effort. . .
4. First
“The guy showed up in a limo, Doc! An actual limo!”
Doc looked up from the clock he was fixing. “Well, there was a mention in the paper of a new family moving in. Some sort of fish magnate from England – was his last name Van Dort?”
“Yeah! Victor Van Dort.” Marty swung his legs as he sat on the table. “He’s in my math class. He’s kind of weird-looking – he’s really tall, really skinny, his skin’s dead white, and he was wearing a suit. Who the hell wears a suit to school anymore if it ain’t class picture day?”
“Now, Marty, everyone’s entitled to their own clothing choices. Perhaps the boy just feels more comfortable in more formal clothing.”
“I’d buy that,” Marty agreed. “He’s really shy, too – at least, that’s what I hear. He certainly didn’t talk much in class.”
Doc looked thoughtful, returning his attention to the clock. “I was a bit like that myself back in high school. Of course, in my case, it stemmed mostly from being younger than anyone else. . . .” He frowned. “I hate to say it, but the kid sounds like a prime target for bullies.”
“Yeah, I bet Needles is--”
The sound of Einstein barking at something outside cut Marty off. “Speak of the devil – that’s probably him now,” Doc grumbled, getting up and heading for the backyard. “Damn, I hope he hasn’t thrown another stinkbomb over the fence.”
“Nah, we would have already caught a whiff of it, Doc,” Marty said, joining him. “That last one hit us pretty hard, remember?”
They entered the yard to see Einstein staring at the lone, scrubby little tree that sat near the fence that bordered Doc’s property. “What is it, Einy?” Doc asked, looking over.
To see a young man entangled in the sparse branches. A young man that matched the description Marty had just given Doc of the newcomer at Hill Valley High. He gave Doc and Marty an embarrassed look. “H-hello.”
“Victor?” Marty said, eyes wide. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I – I was t-trying to hide,” Victor said, pale face turning pink. “A g-group of young men w-were chasing me, and I saw t-the fence and the t-tree – do forgive me f-for disturbing you.”
Doc gave him an encouraging grin. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I’d much rather have a kid hiding from bullies than the bullies themselves. Here, let’s get you down. . . .”
He and Marty set to work, and after a few minutes, had Victor untangled. Victor brushed himself off, then offered up a shy, hesitant smile. “I ought to i-introduce myself properly,” he said, holding out a hand. “Victor Van Dort.”
“Dr. Emmett Brown,” Doc said, shaking it. “And I think you already know Marty.” Marty waved. “I read about your family moving here – welcome to Hill Valley.”
“Thank you.”
None of them knew it yet – but soon after this meeting, Hill Valley’s most unusual duo would soon become a triad.
-M: Guessing the prompt's about first impressions?-
And/or first meetings, yeah. There's not too much to say about this one -- after I decided on doing another BTTF/CB crossover, I came up with what happened when the three of them first properly met. After writing it out, I matched it up with the "first" prompt, since that fit it the best. The whole thing with Victor arriving in a limo is more or less taken from Harry's embarrassment at arriving in a ritzy car to the school field trip in Spider-Man -- poor Victor was embarrassed, to say the least.
-TTV: Well, at least it's not like at home, where Mother tends to use the carriage to merely cross the square.-
*snork* Indeed. The little tree Doc owns has been mentioned before, in "Best Friends Forever And Then Some" -- I picture Doc's garage home having just a tiny little backyard with one small, scraggly tree in the corner. It was all he could get when he sold the rest of the land to development. And don't think Burger King hasn't been eying it for parking space.
-D: *firm* That is my tree, and they're not getting it.-
-Vm: Well, unless you're from one of those universes where you move out and the gift shop buys the land.-
-D: . . . True.-
*giggle*
Anyway, have a happy day, Clara -- I'm gonna get started posting stuff on the muse journal, and trying to think up things for the RP characters to do in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dear_multiverse. I actually do have one idea for Marty. . . .
Well, I figured you could do the 10:04 thing in your own journal.
-TD: *grin* Ah, okay.-
Anyway, to celebrate, I thought I'd post that drabbles88 I wrote a little while ago. Which, uh, doesn't feature the lady of honor. ^^; To be fair, the BTTF/CB proto-universe IS a trilogy effort. . .
4. First
“The guy showed up in a limo, Doc! An actual limo!”
Doc looked up from the clock he was fixing. “Well, there was a mention in the paper of a new family moving in. Some sort of fish magnate from England – was his last name Van Dort?”
“Yeah! Victor Van Dort.” Marty swung his legs as he sat on the table. “He’s in my math class. He’s kind of weird-looking – he’s really tall, really skinny, his skin’s dead white, and he was wearing a suit. Who the hell wears a suit to school anymore if it ain’t class picture day?”
“Now, Marty, everyone’s entitled to their own clothing choices. Perhaps the boy just feels more comfortable in more formal clothing.”
“I’d buy that,” Marty agreed. “He’s really shy, too – at least, that’s what I hear. He certainly didn’t talk much in class.”
Doc looked thoughtful, returning his attention to the clock. “I was a bit like that myself back in high school. Of course, in my case, it stemmed mostly from being younger than anyone else. . . .” He frowned. “I hate to say it, but the kid sounds like a prime target for bullies.”
“Yeah, I bet Needles is--”
The sound of Einstein barking at something outside cut Marty off. “Speak of the devil – that’s probably him now,” Doc grumbled, getting up and heading for the backyard. “Damn, I hope he hasn’t thrown another stinkbomb over the fence.”
“Nah, we would have already caught a whiff of it, Doc,” Marty said, joining him. “That last one hit us pretty hard, remember?”
They entered the yard to see Einstein staring at the lone, scrubby little tree that sat near the fence that bordered Doc’s property. “What is it, Einy?” Doc asked, looking over.
To see a young man entangled in the sparse branches. A young man that matched the description Marty had just given Doc of the newcomer at Hill Valley High. He gave Doc and Marty an embarrassed look. “H-hello.”
“Victor?” Marty said, eyes wide. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I – I was t-trying to hide,” Victor said, pale face turning pink. “A g-group of young men w-were chasing me, and I saw t-the fence and the t-tree – do forgive me f-for disturbing you.”
Doc gave him an encouraging grin. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I’d much rather have a kid hiding from bullies than the bullies themselves. Here, let’s get you down. . . .”
He and Marty set to work, and after a few minutes, had Victor untangled. Victor brushed himself off, then offered up a shy, hesitant smile. “I ought to i-introduce myself properly,” he said, holding out a hand. “Victor Van Dort.”
“Dr. Emmett Brown,” Doc said, shaking it. “And I think you already know Marty.” Marty waved. “I read about your family moving here – welcome to Hill Valley.”
“Thank you.”
None of them knew it yet – but soon after this meeting, Hill Valley’s most unusual duo would soon become a triad.
-M: Guessing the prompt's about first impressions?-
And/or first meetings, yeah. There's not too much to say about this one -- after I decided on doing another BTTF/CB crossover, I came up with what happened when the three of them first properly met. After writing it out, I matched it up with the "first" prompt, since that fit it the best. The whole thing with Victor arriving in a limo is more or less taken from Harry's embarrassment at arriving in a ritzy car to the school field trip in Spider-Man -- poor Victor was embarrassed, to say the least.
-TTV: Well, at least it's not like at home, where Mother tends to use the carriage to merely cross the square.-
*snork* Indeed. The little tree Doc owns has been mentioned before, in "Best Friends Forever And Then Some" -- I picture Doc's garage home having just a tiny little backyard with one small, scraggly tree in the corner. It was all he could get when he sold the rest of the land to development. And don't think Burger King hasn't been eying it for parking space.
-D: *firm* That is my tree, and they're not getting it.-
-Vm: Well, unless you're from one of those universes where you move out and the gift shop buys the land.-
-D: . . . True.-
*giggle*
Anyway, have a happy day, Clara -- I'm gonna get started posting stuff on the muse journal, and trying to think up things for the RP characters to do in
dear_multiverse. I actually do have one idea for Marty. . . .