At least I don't look like a mutant!
So, I said I was gonna post the first bit of my fic, and I am! Here it is! BTW, it is (supposed to be) a sort of Top Gear/X-Men crossover based on the episode where they were all sick recently (I know the number, but I can't be bothered to look it up at the moment).
Not much happens in this bit. It's kind of set-up, I guess, for things to happen later. Also, I keep adding on to this "chapter" with new bits, so... yeah. I guess if you were one of the couple of people who I sent it to for beta-ing, sorry. I'm bored of waiting, and I wanted to post it, and this contains bits that you don't have. If anyone has any suggestions (plot plz?), feel free to comment! I like comments! Because I have no idea where this is going!
It started like any other day.
Jeremy Clarkson parked his Volvo xc90, and made his way toward the Top Gear Production Office, passing May’s Panda and Richard’s 911.
As he was about to walk through the door, he felt eyes burning into his back, turning round to see the Stig staring at him from the start line of the track. Jeremy waved, but the Stig seemed to somehow stare harder. Jeremy felt slightly uneasy and went inside.
He found Hammond in the makeup chair, chatting with a young makeup girl, who was clearly using too much hairspray, not that Hammond would mind - he seemed to dunk his head in a bucket of hair gel before he even got to the makeup trailer. Jeremy noted, with much amusement, that the way Richard’s hair had been styled made him look like some sort of small animal who might, at any moment, bite him. On the ankle of course as it was the only place he would be able to reach.
It was bad enough last week, with James and his disgusting leprous eye hanging around, oozing on unsuspecting audience members.
Well, at least he had his own voice back, he thought smugly, now he could get his revenge properly. Helping himself to some tea he sat down across the table from James.
“Oh, hey Jez,” James muttered, not looking up from his crossword. His hair had mostly fallen in to his face, and it was a wonder that he could see his paper at all like that He mentally noted that James’s eye had cleared up, which meant that he could focus his energy, and incredible wit (even if he said so himself) on Hamster’s stupid hairstyle.
“Have you seen Richard?” Jeremy asked, grinning. “He’s looking even more Hamster-like than usual.”
James looked up, smirked momentarily, but didn’t seem to find his co-presenter’s comment amusing, and went back to his crossword again.
There were a few minutes of relative silence. Jeremy finished his tea and left, not quite knowing how to deal with having no one to talk at.
James stood to pour himself another tea, glad to be alone again, as he could feel the familiar throb of an imminent headache building up behind his eyes. Sinking back into his chair, he dumped the unfinished crossword on the table before him. Gingerly he rested his head on the back of the chair and closed his eyes, hoping to find relief from the pain.
At some point, he must have fallen asleep.
When he woke up, his headache was mercifully gone, mostly; but he didn’t notice this at first, due to the fact that his attention was caught by his newspaper. Which was currently, and rather unhelpfully, slightly on fire.
Just then, as James was still staring at the smoldering and completely ruined paper, the Stig wondered in carrying a fire extinguisher. He silently put out the flames, and watched as the paper fluttered to the floor in a cloud of white goo. He set the canister on the table along with, inexplicably, a bottle of Aspirin, and sat down in what had been Jeremy’s seat a few moments later with two fresh cups of tea.
James wondered in the tame racing driver had read his mind, and swallowed the pain pills.
The Stig nodded.
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That's what I've got at the moment. I hope it makes some kind of sense?
The plan is that eventually they will all have mutant powers, and then they will go out to fight... whoever they feel like fighting, and there will probably be some kind of argument about what sort of car/vehichle they'll use to get to whatever it is they're going to fight. I dunno.
Any ideas?
Not much happens in this bit. It's kind of set-up, I guess, for things to happen later. Also, I keep adding on to this "chapter" with new bits, so... yeah. I guess if you were one of the couple of people who I sent it to for beta-ing, sorry. I'm bored of waiting, and I wanted to post it, and this contains bits that you don't have. If anyone has any suggestions (plot plz?), feel free to comment! I like comments! Because I have no idea where this is going!
It started like any other day.
Jeremy Clarkson parked his Volvo xc90, and made his way toward the Top Gear Production Office, passing May’s Panda and Richard’s 911.
As he was about to walk through the door, he felt eyes burning into his back, turning round to see the Stig staring at him from the start line of the track. Jeremy waved, but the Stig seemed to somehow stare harder. Jeremy felt slightly uneasy and went inside.
He found Hammond in the makeup chair, chatting with a young makeup girl, who was clearly using too much hairspray, not that Hammond would mind - he seemed to dunk his head in a bucket of hair gel before he even got to the makeup trailer. Jeremy noted, with much amusement, that the way Richard’s hair had been styled made him look like some sort of small animal who might, at any moment, bite him. On the ankle of course as it was the only place he would be able to reach.
It was bad enough last week, with James and his disgusting leprous eye hanging around, oozing on unsuspecting audience members.
Well, at least he had his own voice back, he thought smugly, now he could get his revenge properly. Helping himself to some tea he sat down across the table from James.
“Oh, hey Jez,” James muttered, not looking up from his crossword. His hair had mostly fallen in to his face, and it was a wonder that he could see his paper at all like that He mentally noted that James’s eye had cleared up, which meant that he could focus his energy, and incredible wit (even if he said so himself) on Hamster’s stupid hairstyle.
“Have you seen Richard?” Jeremy asked, grinning. “He’s looking even more Hamster-like than usual.”
James looked up, smirked momentarily, but didn’t seem to find his co-presenter’s comment amusing, and went back to his crossword again.
There were a few minutes of relative silence. Jeremy finished his tea and left, not quite knowing how to deal with having no one to talk at.
James stood to pour himself another tea, glad to be alone again, as he could feel the familiar throb of an imminent headache building up behind his eyes. Sinking back into his chair, he dumped the unfinished crossword on the table before him. Gingerly he rested his head on the back of the chair and closed his eyes, hoping to find relief from the pain.
At some point, he must have fallen asleep.
When he woke up, his headache was mercifully gone, mostly; but he didn’t notice this at first, due to the fact that his attention was caught by his newspaper. Which was currently, and rather unhelpfully, slightly on fire.
Just then, as James was still staring at the smoldering and completely ruined paper, the Stig wondered in carrying a fire extinguisher. He silently put out the flames, and watched as the paper fluttered to the floor in a cloud of white goo. He set the canister on the table along with, inexplicably, a bottle of Aspirin, and sat down in what had been Jeremy’s seat a few moments later with two fresh cups of tea.
James wondered in the tame racing driver had read his mind, and swallowed the pain pills.
The Stig nodded.
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That's what I've got at the moment. I hope it makes some kind of sense?
The plan is that eventually they will all have mutant powers, and then they will go out to fight... whoever they feel like fighting, and there will probably be some kind of argument about what sort of car/vehichle they'll use to get to whatever it is they're going to fight. I dunno.
Any ideas?