Baby Mama Crossover
Title: Freudian Slip Much?
Pairing: Jack/Liz, Jack/Kate Holdbrook
(yes, its a Baby Mama crossover)
Rating: PG-13 (Language)
Spoilers: 2 seasons and Baby Mama movie.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Jack commits a Freudian slip. But Liz doesn't seem to notice.
Note: For anyone who doesn't know what Baby Mama is, basically, Kate Holbrook is played by Tina Fey. So. Go figure.
Also, if people like this, I might turn it into a multi-chapter.
“Liz!” Jenna hissed in what she assumed was a subtle whisper.
“What?” Liz asked, tearing her eyes away from her screen; Leia and Han Solo were about to take their relationship to a new level, according to the webpage on her monitor. A very sexy, albeit un-spell-checked level.
“Come out here.” Jenna hissed again, spitting the words sideways out of her mouth, giving her the appearance of a multiple stroke victim dressed in hot pink. Her eyes were focused on some point in the Writers area, so she didn’t catch Liz’s derisive expression at having been torn from her quality fanfiction time.
“Why?” was the terse response.
“Oh would you just come out?” Jenna said snappishly, turning quickly to Liz and utterly ignoring the sigh of resignation that escaped the latter’s lips.
“Oh alright.” Liz stood up to join her blonde friend at the doorway of her office. Jack’s voice and laughter pierced through a low level of murmuring that permeated the boardroom. The Head Writer of TGS found that odd; usually when Jack was involved, the voices were similar to those of fearful peasants at the sight of their tyrannical, albeit eccentric overlord. Now, it sounded…surprised? Shocked?
“There’s my head writer Elizabeth Lemon!” Jack announced as she stepped into view. “Lemon, meet Kate Holbrook, VP of Round Earth, America’s fastest growing organic food producer and store franchise.”
For whatever reason, the entire room fell silent, as though waiting for something to happen. Liz frowned at everyone, and quickly did a subtle check to make sure her sweater wasn’t inside out again, or that her shoes didn’t match. But both shoes and top were fine. Trying to ignore the uneasy quiet that had descended upon the room, she smiled brightly and extended a hand to Kate, who had Jack’s right arm wrapped around her waist.
The other woman smiled politely and shook Liz’s hand briefly, before dropping it.
“Nice to meet you. I suppose Jack’s showing off how he works in television.” Liz said, self consciously pulling her hooded sweater downwards over the stretched hem of her sweat pants, noticing the elegant blue wrap-around dress Jack’s date was wearing. She couldn’t help but find the woman beside her boss incredibly familiar.
“Don’t be fooled though.” She continued. “His ideas were so bad, we had to kick him out of here after two days. He sulked for a week.”
Jack chuckled at that.
“I actually asked to meet his writing staff for your show, as I saw a possibility for a business partnership. Product placement sort of thing.” Kate replied. “You’re reaching a demographic we’re having a hard time breaking into.”
Before Liz could ask what kind of demographic the other woman was referring to, she was interrupted by her boss.
“Business and pleasure.” Jack said admiringly. “Hell of a lady isn’t she? Youngest Vice President in her company too. Lemon, you could learn from her.”
“And that’s maybe the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” The writer replied dryly.
“I’ve heard her pitch and I want you to sit down with her soon, and discuss the idea of some sketches incorporating her company’s line of organic food.” Jack said. “You’re a hippie Lemon, you should have no problem with it.”
“Turning my show into a bigger whore by selling it out to more than just GE? Why not? I should get forty percent though, as the pimp.” Liz said cheerfully. “Maybe a white suit and a walking stick too.”
Jack smiled affectionately at her, and Liz couldn’t help but return a sincere grin.
Then Kate tugged gently at his jacket and whispered something that sounded a lot like “smell” and “can we go” into his ear.
“Well, pleasant as it has been, we’ll be on our way. Lemon? Set up time for Kate.” He said. “By the way, where’s Kenneth? I haven’t seen him around lately.”
There was a quizzical silence, as Pete mouthed to Liz,
“Kenneth’s not here?”
“Church camp. He’ll be back sometime next week.” Tracy replied. Everyone looked at him.
“What? I know something personal about Kenneth. Shame on all the rest of you.” The former movie star said. “He told me he’d be practicing the ancient art of mind control while he’s there too. I’m scared, but at least I’m already on his good side.”
Jack shook his head and led Kate out of the room, disappearing around the corner.
“Boy. Could you believe that?” Liz said, turning around to look at her staff who all still looked stunned.
“I know!” Jenna exclaimed.
“It’s like…totally creepy.” Cerie said, shuddering behind her desk. “Like when my friend dated an older dude, and it turned out he looked exactly like her Dad.”
“Umm…” the Head Writer was confused.
“Oh it’s exactly like that!” Frank exclaimed. “But so hot. The whole time the two of them were talking, I almost creamed myself. Like watching sister porn.”
“It’s such a terribly obvious Freudian slip.” Toofer said, shaking his head.
“I concur Mizz Lemon!” Tracy said. Grizz and Dot-Com nodded in serious assent.
“Ok, enough. Frank that’s disgusting, and all I meant was ‘can you believe how Jack wants us to start putting more products in our show’. What the hell are you people on?” Liz asked, face scrunched in confusion.
“Do you really not see it?” Jenna asked, surprised.
“See what?” Liz demanded.
“Kate. Jack’s date.” Pete ventured. “The one right here two seconds ago. In the really sexy blue dress.”
Liz took a deep breathe, closed her eyes, and counted to ten. It wasn’t high enough, so she kept counting until she was reasonably sure she could open her mouth without biting anyone. Literally. She was getting too old for all these crazy moments in show business, she thought for a second. Then she reconsidered.
“Alright people. We’re not going to waste Thursday night discussing Jack Donaghy’s sex life. That’d just make him think we care about it. How’s that Obama Alien vs. McCain Predator sketch coming along?”
Everyone continued to stare at her.
“Oh fuck all of you. I’m going to go talk to some food.” She said, and went to find the nearest Burger King.
Pairing: Jack/Liz, Jack/Kate Holdbrook
(yes, its a Baby Mama crossover)
Rating: PG-13 (Language)
Spoilers: 2 seasons and Baby Mama movie.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Jack commits a Freudian slip. But Liz doesn't seem to notice.
Note: For anyone who doesn't know what Baby Mama is, basically, Kate Holbrook is played by Tina Fey. So. Go figure.
Also, if people like this, I might turn it into a multi-chapter.
“Liz!” Jenna hissed in what she assumed was a subtle whisper.
“What?” Liz asked, tearing her eyes away from her screen; Leia and Han Solo were about to take their relationship to a new level, according to the webpage on her monitor. A very sexy, albeit un-spell-checked level.
“Come out here.” Jenna hissed again, spitting the words sideways out of her mouth, giving her the appearance of a multiple stroke victim dressed in hot pink. Her eyes were focused on some point in the Writers area, so she didn’t catch Liz’s derisive expression at having been torn from her quality fanfiction time.
“Why?” was the terse response.
“Oh would you just come out?” Jenna said snappishly, turning quickly to Liz and utterly ignoring the sigh of resignation that escaped the latter’s lips.
“Oh alright.” Liz stood up to join her blonde friend at the doorway of her office. Jack’s voice and laughter pierced through a low level of murmuring that permeated the boardroom. The Head Writer of TGS found that odd; usually when Jack was involved, the voices were similar to those of fearful peasants at the sight of their tyrannical, albeit eccentric overlord. Now, it sounded…surprised? Shocked?
“There’s my head writer Elizabeth Lemon!” Jack announced as she stepped into view. “Lemon, meet Kate Holbrook, VP of Round Earth, America’s fastest growing organic food producer and store franchise.”
For whatever reason, the entire room fell silent, as though waiting for something to happen. Liz frowned at everyone, and quickly did a subtle check to make sure her sweater wasn’t inside out again, or that her shoes didn’t match. But both shoes and top were fine. Trying to ignore the uneasy quiet that had descended upon the room, she smiled brightly and extended a hand to Kate, who had Jack’s right arm wrapped around her waist.
The other woman smiled politely and shook Liz’s hand briefly, before dropping it.
“Nice to meet you. I suppose Jack’s showing off how he works in television.” Liz said, self consciously pulling her hooded sweater downwards over the stretched hem of her sweat pants, noticing the elegant blue wrap-around dress Jack’s date was wearing. She couldn’t help but find the woman beside her boss incredibly familiar.
“Don’t be fooled though.” She continued. “His ideas were so bad, we had to kick him out of here after two days. He sulked for a week.”
Jack chuckled at that.
“I actually asked to meet his writing staff for your show, as I saw a possibility for a business partnership. Product placement sort of thing.” Kate replied. “You’re reaching a demographic we’re having a hard time breaking into.”
Before Liz could ask what kind of demographic the other woman was referring to, she was interrupted by her boss.
“Business and pleasure.” Jack said admiringly. “Hell of a lady isn’t she? Youngest Vice President in her company too. Lemon, you could learn from her.”
“And that’s maybe the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” The writer replied dryly.
“I’ve heard her pitch and I want you to sit down with her soon, and discuss the idea of some sketches incorporating her company’s line of organic food.” Jack said. “You’re a hippie Lemon, you should have no problem with it.”
“Turning my show into a bigger whore by selling it out to more than just GE? Why not? I should get forty percent though, as the pimp.” Liz said cheerfully. “Maybe a white suit and a walking stick too.”
Jack smiled affectionately at her, and Liz couldn’t help but return a sincere grin.
Then Kate tugged gently at his jacket and whispered something that sounded a lot like “smell” and “can we go” into his ear.
“Well, pleasant as it has been, we’ll be on our way. Lemon? Set up time for Kate.” He said. “By the way, where’s Kenneth? I haven’t seen him around lately.”
There was a quizzical silence, as Pete mouthed to Liz,
“Kenneth’s not here?”
“Church camp. He’ll be back sometime next week.” Tracy replied. Everyone looked at him.
“What? I know something personal about Kenneth. Shame on all the rest of you.” The former movie star said. “He told me he’d be practicing the ancient art of mind control while he’s there too. I’m scared, but at least I’m already on his good side.”
Jack shook his head and led Kate out of the room, disappearing around the corner.
“Boy. Could you believe that?” Liz said, turning around to look at her staff who all still looked stunned.
“I know!” Jenna exclaimed.
“It’s like…totally creepy.” Cerie said, shuddering behind her desk. “Like when my friend dated an older dude, and it turned out he looked exactly like her Dad.”
“Umm…” the Head Writer was confused.
“Oh it’s exactly like that!” Frank exclaimed. “But so hot. The whole time the two of them were talking, I almost creamed myself. Like watching sister porn.”
“It’s such a terribly obvious Freudian slip.” Toofer said, shaking his head.
“I concur Mizz Lemon!” Tracy said. Grizz and Dot-Com nodded in serious assent.
“Ok, enough. Frank that’s disgusting, and all I meant was ‘can you believe how Jack wants us to start putting more products in our show’. What the hell are you people on?” Liz asked, face scrunched in confusion.
“Do you really not see it?” Jenna asked, surprised.
“See what?” Liz demanded.
“Kate. Jack’s date.” Pete ventured. “The one right here two seconds ago. In the really sexy blue dress.”
Liz took a deep breathe, closed her eyes, and counted to ten. It wasn’t high enough, so she kept counting until she was reasonably sure she could open her mouth without biting anyone. Literally. She was getting too old for all these crazy moments in show business, she thought for a second. Then she reconsidered.
“Alright people. We’re not going to waste Thursday night discussing Jack Donaghy’s sex life. That’d just make him think we care about it. How’s that Obama Alien vs. McCain Predator sketch coming along?”
Everyone continued to stare at her.
“Oh fuck all of you. I’m going to go talk to some food.” She said, and went to find the nearest Burger King.