So. I require a bit of a distraction from the fact that Doctor Who airs on Saturday and it's only WEDNESDAY. And I figure, while I'm all ridiculous-crossover-y lately, it might be a good time for a sort of informal challenge request
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"You've got to do something about that hold music, Jack," Chase couldn't help saying.
"Why? I like it. It's fun."
Of course. Chase rolled his eyes and got to the point. "I've got an interesting case. Think it might be one of yours."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah." Chase outlined the details briefly. He heard Jack sigh when he was done.
"Nostravites? Again? Can't seem to get rid of those fucking thi - oh, hey," he interrupted himself brightly, "you're working for Gregory House these days?"
Chase blinked, taken aback even though he knew he probably shouldn't be. "Yes."
"Great," said Jack, very possibly establishing himself as the first person on the planet to react in such a manner to news of House's involvement. "He's there, right? Put me on speakerphone."
"Okay," Chase said slowly. He did so and set his phone on the table.
"Hey, Greg," said Jack's cheerful, tinny voice.
"Hello, Harkness," answered House, not sounding half so pleased.
Thank you! Sadly, I'm never going to continue this, because I don't actually have any ideas for it beyond this point, and because I have vague plans to use the Nostravites in something else and I don't want to, like, overdo the shapeshifter fic. I'm glad you got a kick out of it, though. I giggled a lot while I was writing it and it's nice to get a comment on it. :D
And Red Dwarf/Torchwood. BLATANT TW AU. It was supposed to be Owen and Rimmer commiserating over being dead, but then Owen informed me that he thinks Rimmer is an absolute git, actually, so plans changed a bit.
"Oh, you two'll get along fine," Jack said breezily on his way out the door. "You've got a lot in common. You're both dead." And then he flashed Owen that grin, the one that meant he knew he was full of shit, and he knew Owen knew it, but Owen didn't have any choice.
Owen couldn't wait until Jack moved on from this overprotective crap. Ever since the Doctor had shown up and restored Owen's body back to life, Jack had treated him like blown glass. It had taken all of the Doctor's persuasive powers to get him to let Owen come along with them, and even then Owen hardly saw anything but the inside of the TARDIS.
He was not at all convinced that the inside of the Starbug was an improvement. And the company, he thought, turning to face Arnold Rimmer, the company was definitely not an improvement
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"You've got to do something about that hold music, Jack," Chase couldn't help saying.
"Why? I like it. It's fun."
Of course. Chase rolled his eyes and got to the point. "I've got an interesting case. Think it might be one of yours."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah." Chase outlined the details briefly. He heard Jack sigh when he was done.
"Nostravites? Again? Can't seem to get rid of those fucking thi - oh, hey," he interrupted himself brightly, "you're working for Gregory House these days?"
Chase blinked, taken aback even though he knew he probably shouldn't be. "Yes."
"Great," said Jack, very possibly establishing himself as the first person on the planet to react in such a manner to news of House's involvement. "He's there, right? Put me on speakerphone."
"Okay," Chase said slowly. He did so and set his phone on the table.
"Hey, Greg," said Jack's cheerful, tinny voice.
"Hello, Harkness," answered House, not sounding half so pleased.
Chase stared.
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Really, it is awesome and brilliant and I may have fallen in love with it.
(Here through a link from who_tw_recs. Loved your amazing fic 'Lucky Streak' and decided to investigate your other fics. :) )
*mems fic post under 'Best' and prays for more*
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"Oh, you two'll get along fine," Jack said breezily on his way out the door. "You've got a lot in common. You're both dead." And then he flashed Owen that grin, the one that meant he knew he was full of shit, and he knew Owen knew it, but Owen didn't have any choice.
Owen couldn't wait until Jack moved on from this overprotective crap. Ever since the Doctor had shown up and restored Owen's body back to life, Jack had treated him like blown glass. It had taken all of the Doctor's persuasive powers to get him to let Owen come along with them, and even then Owen hardly saw anything but the inside of the TARDIS.
He was not at all convinced that the inside of the Starbug was an improvement. And the company, he thought, turning to face Arnold Rimmer, the company was definitely not an improvement ( ... )
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