REC: What Ho, You Dalek Chaps!
Story: What Ho, You Dalek Chaps!
Author: JJPOR
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 3683
Author's summary: “So, what you’re saying, Jeeves,” says I, “is that Daleks don’t believe in letting bygones be bygones.” “Indeed not, sir; the concept of forgiveness is as alien to them as are those of mercy, tolerance and light comic opera.” Jeeves & Wooster sort-of crossover.
Characters/Pairings: Author Created Doctor, Jeeves, Daleks
Warnings: Crossover/fusion with Jeeves & Wooster, kinda sorta.
Recced because: You do not want to know how many false starts I've had in the attempt to tell you why you should read this. Because all I can think of to say about it is that it is fucking awesome. Which it is. But just saying something is awesome isn't always the way to get someone to read a fic. I mean, everyone has different standards of awesome. There are probably people out there who hate Wodehouse. They wouldn't think this fic was awesome. (They would be wrong, but still.)
However, I am a person who likes Wodehouse. And as a person who likes Wodehouse, I really, really love this fic. It reads like JJPOR used mad science to re-animate P G Wodehouse and force him to write Doctor Who fanfiction. In short, it's fucking awesome.
"Well, it's a rum do, Jeeves, and no mistake,” I told him, feeling a little put out at this turn of events; Romana’s parties were always a jolly sort of wheeze, and Brax and Monsieur Le Maitre and some of the other survivors from the old alma mater were going to be there. No doubt, there’d be some thigh-slapping misunderstanding involving someone getting engaged to some horrifying harpy, and Jeeves would have to sort it all out for us. Instead, here was me, stuck to a planet that was about to explode, in the absolute armpit of the galaxy. I was starting to lose my innate good humour, I can tell you. “In fact,” I informed Jeeves, “never in all my puff have I heard of such frightful blackguardry. What have I ever done to these Dalek swine for them to arrange something like this?”
Author: JJPOR
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 3683
Author's summary: “So, what you’re saying, Jeeves,” says I, “is that Daleks don’t believe in letting bygones be bygones.” “Indeed not, sir; the concept of forgiveness is as alien to them as are those of mercy, tolerance and light comic opera.” Jeeves & Wooster sort-of crossover.
Characters/Pairings: Author Created Doctor, Jeeves, Daleks
Warnings: Crossover/fusion with Jeeves & Wooster, kinda sorta.
Recced because: You do not want to know how many false starts I've had in the attempt to tell you why you should read this. Because all I can think of to say about it is that it is fucking awesome. Which it is. But just saying something is awesome isn't always the way to get someone to read a fic. I mean, everyone has different standards of awesome. There are probably people out there who hate Wodehouse. They wouldn't think this fic was awesome. (They would be wrong, but still.)
However, I am a person who likes Wodehouse. And as a person who likes Wodehouse, I really, really love this fic. It reads like JJPOR used mad science to re-animate P G Wodehouse and force him to write Doctor Who fanfiction. In short, it's fucking awesome.
"Well, it's a rum do, Jeeves, and no mistake,” I told him, feeling a little put out at this turn of events; Romana’s parties were always a jolly sort of wheeze, and Brax and Monsieur Le Maitre and some of the other survivors from the old alma mater were going to be there. No doubt, there’d be some thigh-slapping misunderstanding involving someone getting engaged to some horrifying harpy, and Jeeves would have to sort it all out for us. Instead, here was me, stuck to a planet that was about to explode, in the absolute armpit of the galaxy. I was starting to lose my innate good humour, I can tell you. “In fact,” I informed Jeeves, “never in all my puff have I heard of such frightful blackguardry. What have I ever done to these Dalek swine for them to arrange something like this?”