In honour of The Office Day...
Last week or so, I found out that The Office is getting some guest Directors soon and I may or may not have written a crack!crossover ficlet inspired by the cracktastic idea of said Directors bringing their fandoms to Dunder-Mifflin.
What is it with me and crack!crossovers these days?
Sydney opened the door to the Blood Donor truck, seeing Vaughn in the back going over some reports.
"Hey," she said, giving him a smile as she hopped inside.
He put down the papers and looked up, pausing to look her over with an amused expression. Even she had to admit this assignment was odd. For once, instead of showing as much skin as possible, she was wearing a high-necked blouse. "That bad?" he asked.
"Scraton's not so bad" she replied with a shrug. "But if I wear normal clothes, I spend most of the day being oogled by Kevin and being followed around by this odd man named Creed."
"Not Michael? I heard he was quite a leech."
Sydney shook her head; she was usually really good at figuring people out, but Michael was in a class all on his own. "And I though Sloane was the master of creepy-touching. I want to think Michael's a closet homosexual, but he's having an affair with his boss Jan and makes inapproproate sexual comments to all the other women in the office."
"Any luck uncovering what Sloane has hired you and Sark to find?"
Sydney barked out a laugh. "That's the best part. Sark got himself cornered by this girl Kelly which gave me a good two hours to search the office unhindered. Found the key in Dwight's bobble-head and Sark has no idea. I did have to knock Dwight out and hide him in the closet though. He was rather possessive of his dolls."
Vaughn's forhead wrinkled. "Kelly? We don't have a file on her. Do you think she's an agent?"
"Juding by the way she kept Sark engaged in talk of last week's American Idol for several hours, if she isn't, we should make her one."
~~~
So I invite you all to do the same. (Come on, you know you want to - we still have 20 min or more until it's on). Let's cross The Office with any/all JJverse and Jossverse.
What is it with me and crack!crossovers these days?
Sydney opened the door to the Blood Donor truck, seeing Vaughn in the back going over some reports.
"Hey," she said, giving him a smile as she hopped inside.
He put down the papers and looked up, pausing to look her over with an amused expression. Even she had to admit this assignment was odd. For once, instead of showing as much skin as possible, she was wearing a high-necked blouse. "That bad?" he asked.
"Scraton's not so bad" she replied with a shrug. "But if I wear normal clothes, I spend most of the day being oogled by Kevin and being followed around by this odd man named Creed."
"Not Michael? I heard he was quite a leech."
Sydney shook her head; she was usually really good at figuring people out, but Michael was in a class all on his own. "And I though Sloane was the master of creepy-touching. I want to think Michael's a closet homosexual, but he's having an affair with his boss Jan and makes inapproproate sexual comments to all the other women in the office."
"Any luck uncovering what Sloane has hired you and Sark to find?"
Sydney barked out a laugh. "That's the best part. Sark got himself cornered by this girl Kelly which gave me a good two hours to search the office unhindered. Found the key in Dwight's bobble-head and Sark has no idea. I did have to knock Dwight out and hide him in the closet though. He was rather possessive of his dolls."
Vaughn's forhead wrinkled. "Kelly? We don't have a file on her. Do you think she's an agent?"
"Juding by the way she kept Sark engaged in talk of last week's American Idol for several hours, if she isn't, we should make her one."
~~~
So I invite you all to do the same. (Come on, you know you want to - we still have 20 min or more until it's on). Let's cross The Office with any/all JJverse and Jossverse.