Multifandom crack!fic 1/1
Written for Day 8 of consci_fan_mo, it's all aeron_lanart's fault. She gave me this prompt: Firefly/Doctor Who/Torchwood/Highlander/Buffyverse (feel free to add any more you can think of); coat
What follows is pure crack and completely her fault. Nothing is mine but the insanity.
Coat Club.
Rule One of Coat Club: You do not talk about Coat Club.
Rule Two of Coat Club: You do not talk about Coat Club
The Doctor coughed politely.
“I think you’ll find that rules one and two are the same,” he pointed out.
“I know that, it’s a reference to… oh never mind,” muttered Methos and began crossing out his words.
“Let’s be honest, old man, half the club won’t get the reference anyway,” Captain Jack helpfully added. Methos just grunted.
Rule Two of Coat Club: You do not talk about Coat Club All members must own at least one floor-length coat.
Rule Three of Coat Club: Coats must be worn at all times.
Rule Four of Coat Club: No swishing of coat during Coat club.
“Seriously? But it looks so cool,” Jack said with a pout to general agreement from the room. Methos sighed.
Rule Four of Coat Club: No unnecessary swishing of coat during Coat club.
“Do we really need so many gorram rules?”
Methos stopped and glared at Mal for a second and then grinned.
“Not much for rules myself,” Methos conceded. Spike nodded enthusiastically.
“Great, so what exactly is this club for then?” he asked as he lit up a cigarette. The Doctor pulled it from his mouth and tutted. Mitchell hastily put away the one he'd been about to light for himself and Sherlock rubbed absently at the patch on his arm.
“Simple, this is a place where all the long-suffering, long-coat wearing heroes, anti-heroes and various other protagonists of genre can come, relax and have a chat with like minded people,” he explained. There were general looks of confusion and disappointment. “And a free bar,” he added with a resigned sigh.
There was a stampede in the direction of the bar, leaving the Doctor feeling a little alone and out of place. A polite cough from behind caught his attention.
EXCUSE ME, BUT I WAS WONDERING IF I MIGHT JOIN?
"Hmm, is a cloak really a long coat? We need to discuss this," Sherlock called from the bar. The Doctor nodded in agreement, but the others in the room were all in favour of letting Death in their club anyway.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It opened and in walked Harry Dresden.
“Is this the place for Coat Club?”
“DON’T TALK ABOUT COAT CLUB!”
What follows is pure crack and completely her fault. Nothing is mine but the insanity.
Coat Club.
Rule One of Coat Club: You do not talk about Coat Club.
Rule Two of Coat Club: You do not talk about Coat Club
The Doctor coughed politely.
“I think you’ll find that rules one and two are the same,” he pointed out.
“I know that, it’s a reference to… oh never mind,” muttered Methos and began crossing out his words.
“Let’s be honest, old man, half the club won’t get the reference anyway,” Captain Jack helpfully added. Methos just grunted.
Rule Two of Coat Club: You do not talk about Coat Club All members must own at least one floor-length coat.
Rule Three of Coat Club: Coats must be worn at all times.
Rule Four of Coat Club: No swishing of coat during Coat club.
“Seriously? But it looks so cool,” Jack said with a pout to general agreement from the room. Methos sighed.
Rule Four of Coat Club: No unnecessary swishing of coat during Coat club.
“Do we really need so many gorram rules?”
Methos stopped and glared at Mal for a second and then grinned.
“Not much for rules myself,” Methos conceded. Spike nodded enthusiastically.
“Great, so what exactly is this club for then?” he asked as he lit up a cigarette. The Doctor pulled it from his mouth and tutted. Mitchell hastily put away the one he'd been about to light for himself and Sherlock rubbed absently at the patch on his arm.
“Simple, this is a place where all the long-suffering, long-coat wearing heroes, anti-heroes and various other protagonists of genre can come, relax and have a chat with like minded people,” he explained. There were general looks of confusion and disappointment. “And a free bar,” he added with a resigned sigh.
There was a stampede in the direction of the bar, leaving the Doctor feeling a little alone and out of place. A polite cough from behind caught his attention.
EXCUSE ME, BUT I WAS WONDERING IF I MIGHT JOIN?
"Hmm, is a cloak really a long coat? We need to discuss this," Sherlock called from the bar. The Doctor nodded in agreement, but the others in the room were all in favour of letting Death in their club anyway.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It opened and in walked Harry Dresden.
“Is this the place for Coat Club?”
“DON’T TALK ABOUT COAT CLUB!”