crossover_chick | Happy Birthday Gigs!

Here, have fic:

“Hey guys!”
Alien Lisa popped into the Inkwell as per usual, looking excited. “I’ve got some – guys?”
She turned around in a circle, frowning. The Inkwell was empty. This wasn’t normal (if you could define “normal” for a place like this). “Hello?” she called, venturing toward the kitchens. “Anyone around?”
A blue, half-rotted head topped with a decaying chef’s hat poked out of the doorway. “Oh, hello Miss Lisa,” Mrs. Plum greeted her. “What brings you by?”
“The same thing as usual – visiting the gang,” AL said, frowning. “Where are they?”
“They went over to the muse house, dearie. Apparently something happened there, and they were needed.”
“Vic’s place?” AL frowned deeper. That didn’t sound promising. “I guess I’d better get over there, then. Thanks, Mrs. Plum.”
“Anytime, Miss Lisa.” AL nodded and teleported herself over to the muse house.
To find – she wasn’t sure what she found, exactly. It seemed that anyone who had ever resided in Vic’s head was out on the front lawn. Looking over the crowd, AL saw that most of the Docs were in various states of dishevelment – VampDoc2 was dripping wet, OckDoc’s hair was sticking almost straight out of his scalp, TeenDoc’s face was covered in soot, and so on and so forth. They were all looking anywhere but at each other, scuffing their feet and generally looking awkward and embarrassed. Tie-Twister Victor and the Inkwell crew were standing on the sidelines, looking at the group of Docs with various expressions of shock, amusement, and “what the hell were you guys thinking?” AL quietly sidled up to the nearest person, which happened to be Alice. “Did something explode?” she asked quietly.
Alice jumped slightly, then turned to AL with a half-smirk, half-frown. “You know, it’s only manners to introduce yourself first,” she mock-scolded. “But yes, in a way. Apparently our good doctors here decided to have a fight.”
AL’s eyes widened. That was definitely a new one on her – at least, when it came to Vic’s group. Her own boys liked to squabble – especially the Doctors – but Vic’s muses and RP characters always seemed to get along just fine. “A fight? Seriously?”
Alice nodded. “From what we’ve been able to piece together, HatterDoc’s teapot Bernie got in the way of one of VampDoc’s experiments. VampDoc began yelling at HatterDoc about how useless his creations were, HatterDoc started yelling back, OckDoc’s name was mentioned, which drew him into the argument, and it went on that way until finally everyone was yelling at everyone else. And then, VampDoc2 apparently punched DocWolf, and it turned into a lab free-for-all.”
AL gaped. “Wow. I – I gotta admit, I’m – kind of surprised the house is still standing,” she confessed.
Alice snorted. “Us too,” she said. “Eight versions of a highly-intelligent scientist, most with superpowers? It’s a good thing Clockwork wasn’t around to join in on the fight; I’m pretty sure the house would have been leveled then.”
AL nodded. “So, uh, how’d we get here?”
“Tie-Twister Victor heard the commotion, and when he couldn’t find Vic, he came and got us,” Alice explained. “We managed to break things up rather effectively. Vic finally came home and read them the riot act. She’s currently fixing the damage inside.”
“Aaah.”
Alice tilted her head. “So, then, what brings you by?”
“I was gonna tell you something, but I think it can wait,” AL said, holding up a hand. “You guys get things straightened out here. I’m gonna head back.”
“All right. We’ll see you later, then.”
“Yeah. Good luck over here.” AL turned to find a quieter place to teleport from, muttering, “And as soon as I get back, all those Doctors are getting hugs for at least not trying to blow up the place when they fight.”

-D: Oh, come on, would we ever really get in a fight like that?-
You never know! Just because you're all variations on the same person doesn't mean you'll get along all of the time.
-VD2: You had me punch DocWolf?-
You're the one who seems the most inclined to lose his temper like that. . .
-VD2: But DocWolf? I'd lose the hand!-
-DW: Not necessarily, I might restrict myself to merely taking a small chunk of your forearm.-
-OD: *tentacles shiver* Did you have to make it look like I was electrocuted? Bad memories, you know. . . .-
-HD: *just plain sulks*-
*rolls eyes* I hope you're happy with this one, Gigs, I seem to have gotten all my muses upset with me.
-TTV: *desperately trying to hide giggles*-
. . .Almost all. This was inspired by a recent birthday party at the Inkwell (I can't remember if it was Simon's or Alice's) where the Doctor's tendency to at least snark at each other was mentioned, and Lucy commented that it was a good thing my own muses tended to get along so well. Here you can see what might happen if they don't.
-TD: There is a good point brought up in the fic. None of us must ever fight Clockwork.-
-VD: Yes, getting the man whose emotions effect the weather too angry to think properly is probably tantamount to suicide.-
*sage nodnod* Let's keep the Clockwork happy, yes.

Anyway, happy birthday!