So, how do ya'll feel about
this? Better than Six Apart, maybe? Are things going to get better or worse for us?
In other news, the fic I am currently writing just broke 12,000 words. WHAT AM I DOING? Really. Someone answer that question.
ETA: There is now a
FARSCAPE/BANDOM crossover in the comments because what
songgirl12 is doing is far weirder than
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"Okay, yeah, not as literally destructive. Like, your words don't make aliens chase you and try to blow you up - " He snaps his fingers. "Except, you know what? They totally do. If I hadn't been talking, I bet there wouldn't be a single alien race combing the galaxy for us right now."
"Hmm," Pilot replies with what might be testiness.
"Like songs. I wonder if Moia feels like we're songs. Me, I mean, not you, because you're kind of. You know how lucky you are, being plugged into her? To be that connected to anything at all? Sometimes I think about that and I wish I could just plug into someone. The best I get are moments, like when we're writing music and I feel like we could be connected, could have grown together, but it always ends. And I hate that, I hate the moment when Patrick pulls away, but if it could stay that way, can you imagine?"
Pilot stares at him very evenly. "Isn't 'Patrick' what you call the DRD that you refuse to release from your chambers?"
Pete throws up his hands, frustrated. Of course Pilot doesn't understand. "Look, you know what, forget it." He hops down from the console and storms away. "I'm going to serenade Erin again."
"That never ends well," Pilot calls out helpfully.
Pete knows, but then again, Erin's never heard "I'm Like a Lawyer" before. It could, in fact, end fantastically.
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For the record, I did not spend all day thinking about weird bandom crossovers. Specifically, I spent no time thinking about the Doctor and the Cobra Apocalypse and whether or not Gabe Saporta is even more sexually flexible than Jack Harkness. No time at all.
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