Freud Strikes Back
Title: Still Freudian Slipping
Pairing: Jack/Liz, Jack/Kate Holdbrook
(Still THE Baby Mama crossover)
Rating: PG-13 (Language)
Spoilers: 2 seasons and Baby Mama movie.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Jack finally notices his little Freudian mistake. Does Liz?
Note: For anyone who doesn't know what Baby Mama is, basically, Kate Holbrook is played by Tina Fey. So. Go figure.
Second and final part
Frank wasn’t even pretending that he wasn’t peeking; neither was Lutz.
“C’mon…” he muttered to himself. “Make out already!”
“Don’t you have work to do?” Pete asked.
“I have never found Liz attractive till I saw her in the same room as her long lost twin.” Lutz said, awestruck, and barely listening to Pete, who then gave up pretending that he didn’t care.
All three men watched the women through her open door, until Liz had enough and stood up to shut it.
The child in the bassinet by Kate started to fuss.
“I’m so sorry!” the executive looked harried. “He slept all the way here; I guess he’s well rested and ready to eat.”
The writer was aghast; babies seemed so innocent, and adorable, and God how she longed for one from the very bottom of her eager loins, except in the face of the squirming…thing…in the other woman’s arms, she suddenly felt incredibly unsure.
“Here, let me just…” and before Liz’s eyes, Kate popped her breast out of her blouse, and stuffed her nipple into the child/demon’s mouth.
“Do you have any children of your own?” The nursing woman in the half open Chanel suit asked, smiling serenely at the writer in jeans and a sweatshirt. She couldn’t find a babysitter that day, and had to bring her child into the studio for her meeting with the head writer. Jack actually quite supported the idea, knowing Liz’s baby fascination.
“Oh, no. No. Though I am looking into adoption.” Liz replied, trying not to stare at the woman’s exposed breast. It was proving hard. Perhaps this was her latent lesbianism which Jack had told her about? No, no, what she was feeling was more akin to horrified mortification.
“That’s a hard road.” Kate sounded sympathetic.
“Well, it’s that or surrogate parenthood, and I find that incredibly creepy.” Although when she said ‘creepy’, she was watching the kid in front of her go to town on his mother’s boob. She blinked and looked up just in time to see Kate wipe a look colder than death from her face, to replace it with a polite, if chilly smile.
“Shall we talk business?” she asked.
“Yes.” No. Liz hadn’t given it that much thought. However, on the spur of the moment, she was absolutely sure she had hit comic gold.
“We get Popeye to sell your food. Instead of spinach, he endorses Round Earth food as - get this - a Round Earth spokesman!”
“Umm…I was thinking more along the line of getting some Hillibillies together, watching you know, normal people shop for our organic product.” Kate said, bouncing her child gently. “Who doesn’t love Hillibillies?”
“So we’re going to make fun of Hillibillies to sell your…food?” Liz had trouble thinking of the several jars of simply awful goop sitting in her kitchen garbage as edible material.
“Well I think your audience will be so keen not to identify themselves with these characters, they’d want to start eating well.” Kate explained.
“And we do want to reach out to the less educated and more, shall I say, easily manipulated type of people. Which according to research, are attracted to the sort of broad comedy you and your team create. At least, that's what Jack told me you did. I've never watched your show. ”
“Broad?” the writer repeated, as if unsure of what she heard. "Jack?"
“Well I wouldn’t call your comedy sophisticated, would you?” Kate asked quite bluntly. “I had assumed it was a deliberate move on your writer’s part to appeal to as wide an audience as you can.”
Liz smiled thinly, and tried not to think about ripping the other woman’s hair out.
“Ms. Lemon! It’s so good to see you!” Kenneth’s voice broke the not-quite silence at the reception desk. “I thought of your sinful sexual adventures at Church camp, and missed you ever so much!”
Jack looked around brightly, wondering where Lemon, whom Kenneth was obviously addressing, was.
“And I can see your adoption worked out! That’s a lovely baby you have there!”
“Oh, he means me!” Kate laughed beside him.
Jack froze in his steps, and for the first time, looked at the woman he had been seeing for two weeks. At her thick and shiny hair, and her glasses.
“Hi, I don’t believe we’ve met,” the woman said, extending a hand.
“I’m ever so sorry!” Kenneth said, looking mortified as he drew closer. “I thought you were Miss Lemon. Are you her sister?”
Kate faltered and looked at Jack, unsure of what to do.
“Uh, Kenneth, I believe your phone is ringing.” Jack said, trying to dismiss the eager page.
“No Mr. Donaghy, I don’t think it is!”
“Kenneth, just go.”
Jack sighed as he continued to walk with his date. It looked as if he had a talk coming up with the executive.
And probably Elizabeth Lemon.
It was a great idea, except he couldn’t find his writer anywhere over the next week. She wasn’t in her office, she wasn’t in the hallways, she was absent at rehearsals when he could make it down, and she most certainly wasn’t in his office. He had never realized before how much he had enjoyed having her in his little throne room.
The talk with Kate had gone better than he had anticipated. She had spent most of dinner cooing at the young boy, and was rather nonplussed when he had made it clear that their relationship wasn’t going anywhere. Any other woman would have probably thrown a tantrum at how he was ending the whole thing rather abruptly, but not Ms. Holbrook.
He should have realized that between her job and her baby, she didn’t have room for anyone else. Moreover, she had assured him that NBC still had her business.
It was quite a relief, not to have ended up hurting her.
It was however, not a relief not to see Lemon anywhere at all.
After Kenneth’s rather revealing outburst, Jack found himself unable to focus his thoughts on anything, besides the fact that he had more or less dated the writer’s double. Could it be that he had been secretly attracted to Liz all this time, and it had manifested itself in this form?
And it was something he really, really wanted to talk to Liz about - if he could even find her.
When the next Monday rolled around and he still didn’t see her, something snapped within him, and he found himself standing outside her front door, rapping loudly on the wood. The door swung open.
“Oh good. You are in fact, alive.” He growled.
She stared at him.
“Where the hell have you been?” he demanded churlishly, feeling ridiculous at his childish behaviour, but feeling justified all the same.
“Keeping my low-brow self out of your way, that’s where.” She replied.
“What?” he was perplexed.
“You told your little VP girlfriend from that place that makes horrible stuff they call ‘food’ that my show appealed to a low brow audience that would never understand the finer things in life!” Liz retorted.
“I might be paraphrasing,” she added after a moment.
“What? I never said that. Why would I insult one of the most prominent products in my portfolio? I simply described some of your skits.”
It was a good question, which Liz had obviously never considered. She looked deflated.
“Lemon,” Jack pushed his way into her apartment. She closed the door sullenly.
“Did you notice anything strange at all about Kate?” Jack asked.
“Besides the fact that’s she had a giant stick up her ass? No.”
“You didn’t think she was…familiar?” he stepped closer to her.
“Well…maybe.” Liz frowned, then shook her head. “Don’t distract me. She’s a trampy thing that wouldn’t know class if it came out of her wazoo.”
“So why didn’t you tell me you didn’t want to work with her?” Jack moved even closer.
“Because you wanted it to work.” The writer replied, for the first time noticing her proximity to her boss. She didn’t move out of the way.
“Because of…me?” his voice dropped to a husky level.
“I suppo…” she never finished her sentence because his mouth was covering her’s, and there were no more room left for words. At least not for a few minutes.
“Jack…Jack what’s going on?” Liz asked when they finally came up for air. She clung to him, like a certain Galactic Senator with strange hair to her Jedi apprentice - or at least, that’s how she pictured it.
“Something that has apparently been going on for longer than I think. Or you think, for that matter.” Jack said, smiling down at her. “Are you protesting this in any way?”
"What about your poopy headed snotty girlfriend?"
"You are my poopy headed snotty girlfriend." Jack said sincerely. "I just didn't notice until now. Is that ok?"
In answer, Liz reached up and kissed him again.
The End
Pairing: Jack/Liz, Jack/Kate Holdbrook
(Still THE Baby Mama crossover)
Rating: PG-13 (Language)
Spoilers: 2 seasons and Baby Mama movie.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Jack finally notices his little Freudian mistake. Does Liz?
Note: For anyone who doesn't know what Baby Mama is, basically, Kate Holbrook is played by Tina Fey. So. Go figure.
Second and final part
Frank wasn’t even pretending that he wasn’t peeking; neither was Lutz.
“C’mon…” he muttered to himself. “Make out already!”
“Don’t you have work to do?” Pete asked.
“I have never found Liz attractive till I saw her in the same room as her long lost twin.” Lutz said, awestruck, and barely listening to Pete, who then gave up pretending that he didn’t care.
All three men watched the women through her open door, until Liz had enough and stood up to shut it.
The child in the bassinet by Kate started to fuss.
“I’m so sorry!” the executive looked harried. “He slept all the way here; I guess he’s well rested and ready to eat.”
The writer was aghast; babies seemed so innocent, and adorable, and God how she longed for one from the very bottom of her eager loins, except in the face of the squirming…thing…in the other woman’s arms, she suddenly felt incredibly unsure.
“Here, let me just…” and before Liz’s eyes, Kate popped her breast out of her blouse, and stuffed her nipple into the child/demon’s mouth.
“Do you have any children of your own?” The nursing woman in the half open Chanel suit asked, smiling serenely at the writer in jeans and a sweatshirt. She couldn’t find a babysitter that day, and had to bring her child into the studio for her meeting with the head writer. Jack actually quite supported the idea, knowing Liz’s baby fascination.
“Oh, no. No. Though I am looking into adoption.” Liz replied, trying not to stare at the woman’s exposed breast. It was proving hard. Perhaps this was her latent lesbianism which Jack had told her about? No, no, what she was feeling was more akin to horrified mortification.
“That’s a hard road.” Kate sounded sympathetic.
“Well, it’s that or surrogate parenthood, and I find that incredibly creepy.” Although when she said ‘creepy’, she was watching the kid in front of her go to town on his mother’s boob. She blinked and looked up just in time to see Kate wipe a look colder than death from her face, to replace it with a polite, if chilly smile.
“Shall we talk business?” she asked.
“Yes.” No. Liz hadn’t given it that much thought. However, on the spur of the moment, she was absolutely sure she had hit comic gold.
“We get Popeye to sell your food. Instead of spinach, he endorses Round Earth food as - get this - a Round Earth spokesman!”
“Umm…I was thinking more along the line of getting some Hillibillies together, watching you know, normal people shop for our organic product.” Kate said, bouncing her child gently. “Who doesn’t love Hillibillies?”
“So we’re going to make fun of Hillibillies to sell your…food?” Liz had trouble thinking of the several jars of simply awful goop sitting in her kitchen garbage as edible material.
“Well I think your audience will be so keen not to identify themselves with these characters, they’d want to start eating well.” Kate explained.
“And we do want to reach out to the less educated and more, shall I say, easily manipulated type of people. Which according to research, are attracted to the sort of broad comedy you and your team create. At least, that's what Jack told me you did. I've never watched your show. ”
“Broad?” the writer repeated, as if unsure of what she heard. "Jack?"
“Well I wouldn’t call your comedy sophisticated, would you?” Kate asked quite bluntly. “I had assumed it was a deliberate move on your writer’s part to appeal to as wide an audience as you can.”
Liz smiled thinly, and tried not to think about ripping the other woman’s hair out.
“Ms. Lemon! It’s so good to see you!” Kenneth’s voice broke the not-quite silence at the reception desk. “I thought of your sinful sexual adventures at Church camp, and missed you ever so much!”
Jack looked around brightly, wondering where Lemon, whom Kenneth was obviously addressing, was.
“And I can see your adoption worked out! That’s a lovely baby you have there!”
“Oh, he means me!” Kate laughed beside him.
Jack froze in his steps, and for the first time, looked at the woman he had been seeing for two weeks. At her thick and shiny hair, and her glasses.
“Hi, I don’t believe we’ve met,” the woman said, extending a hand.
“I’m ever so sorry!” Kenneth said, looking mortified as he drew closer. “I thought you were Miss Lemon. Are you her sister?”
Kate faltered and looked at Jack, unsure of what to do.
“Uh, Kenneth, I believe your phone is ringing.” Jack said, trying to dismiss the eager page.
“No Mr. Donaghy, I don’t think it is!”
“Kenneth, just go.”
Jack sighed as he continued to walk with his date. It looked as if he had a talk coming up with the executive.
And probably Elizabeth Lemon.
It was a great idea, except he couldn’t find his writer anywhere over the next week. She wasn’t in her office, she wasn’t in the hallways, she was absent at rehearsals when he could make it down, and she most certainly wasn’t in his office. He had never realized before how much he had enjoyed having her in his little throne room.
The talk with Kate had gone better than he had anticipated. She had spent most of dinner cooing at the young boy, and was rather nonplussed when he had made it clear that their relationship wasn’t going anywhere. Any other woman would have probably thrown a tantrum at how he was ending the whole thing rather abruptly, but not Ms. Holbrook.
He should have realized that between her job and her baby, she didn’t have room for anyone else. Moreover, she had assured him that NBC still had her business.
It was quite a relief, not to have ended up hurting her.
It was however, not a relief not to see Lemon anywhere at all.
After Kenneth’s rather revealing outburst, Jack found himself unable to focus his thoughts on anything, besides the fact that he had more or less dated the writer’s double. Could it be that he had been secretly attracted to Liz all this time, and it had manifested itself in this form?
And it was something he really, really wanted to talk to Liz about - if he could even find her.
When the next Monday rolled around and he still didn’t see her, something snapped within him, and he found himself standing outside her front door, rapping loudly on the wood. The door swung open.
“Oh good. You are in fact, alive.” He growled.
She stared at him.
“Where the hell have you been?” he demanded churlishly, feeling ridiculous at his childish behaviour, but feeling justified all the same.
“Keeping my low-brow self out of your way, that’s where.” She replied.
“What?” he was perplexed.
“You told your little VP girlfriend from that place that makes horrible stuff they call ‘food’ that my show appealed to a low brow audience that would never understand the finer things in life!” Liz retorted.
“I might be paraphrasing,” she added after a moment.
“What? I never said that. Why would I insult one of the most prominent products in my portfolio? I simply described some of your skits.”
It was a good question, which Liz had obviously never considered. She looked deflated.
“Lemon,” Jack pushed his way into her apartment. She closed the door sullenly.
“Did you notice anything strange at all about Kate?” Jack asked.
“Besides the fact that’s she had a giant stick up her ass? No.”
“You didn’t think she was…familiar?” he stepped closer to her.
“Well…maybe.” Liz frowned, then shook her head. “Don’t distract me. She’s a trampy thing that wouldn’t know class if it came out of her wazoo.”
“So why didn’t you tell me you didn’t want to work with her?” Jack moved even closer.
“Because you wanted it to work.” The writer replied, for the first time noticing her proximity to her boss. She didn’t move out of the way.
“Because of…me?” his voice dropped to a husky level.
“I suppo…” she never finished her sentence because his mouth was covering her’s, and there were no more room left for words. At least not for a few minutes.
“Jack…Jack what’s going on?” Liz asked when they finally came up for air. She clung to him, like a certain Galactic Senator with strange hair to her Jedi apprentice - or at least, that’s how she pictured it.
“Something that has apparently been going on for longer than I think. Or you think, for that matter.” Jack said, smiling down at her. “Are you protesting this in any way?”
"What about your poopy headed snotty girlfriend?"
"You are my poopy headed snotty girlfriend." Jack said sincerely. "I just didn't notice until now. Is that ok?"
In answer, Liz reached up and kissed him again.
The End