fic: Two Can Play At That Game (11/?)
Title: Two Can Play At That Game
Rating: G, yes, a part that's G!
Spoilers: back to general 'taking place well after s3' warning
Disclaimer: I'm too tired to care if they get me
Summary: There's such a thing as being too clever for your own good...
Notes: ...Okay, I lied -- Whacko!AU!Muse decided that nearly-done chapter 13 would be moving ahead in the storyline and coming along over the weekend because chapter 12 started metastasizing into what are now 13 and 14, so here's the little bit of fluff she'd already turned in for 11. (See parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10 of this fic...) Warning: I went to bed with a rabid plotbunny humping my leg and then woke up with another one humping my other leg, so if you thought this thing was weird enough already and/or almost over, well, Whacko!AU!Muse has some bad news for you...
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("Ring him again, ring him again.")
"Waterloo! Couldn't get away if I wanted to --"
"I'm telling you, Doctor, you had better fix this thing or your baby's gonna grow up without a daddy --"
(beep beep boop)
"Mamma Mia! Here I go again --"
"It's picking up psychic interference, the baby must have accidentally hit upon the frequency to reset it --"
("Give it here, it's my turn --")
"There was something in the air that night, the stars were bright, Fernando --"
"It is pretty funny, sir --"
("one more, one more --")
"You can dance, you can ji-iive --"
Jack hurled the offending phone into the wall, abruptly silencing it. "All of you come here now and I'll only retcon you a little..."
Rating: G, yes, a part that's G!
Spoilers: back to general 'taking place well after s3' warning
Disclaimer: I'm too tired to care if they get me
Summary: There's such a thing as being too clever for your own good...
Notes: ...Okay, I lied -- Whacko!AU!Muse decided that nearly-done chapter 13 would be moving ahead in the storyline and coming along over the weekend because chapter 12 started metastasizing into what are now 13 and 14, so here's the little bit of fluff she'd already turned in for 11. (See parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10 of this fic...) Warning: I went to bed with a rabid plotbunny humping my leg and then woke up with another one humping my other leg, so if you thought this thing was weird enough already and/or almost over, well, Whacko!AU!Muse has some bad news for you...
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("Ring him again, ring him again.")
"Waterloo! Couldn't get away if I wanted to --"
"I'm telling you, Doctor, you had better fix this thing or your baby's gonna grow up without a daddy --"
(beep beep boop)
"Mamma Mia! Here I go again --"
"It's picking up psychic interference, the baby must have accidentally hit upon the frequency to reset it --"
("Give it here, it's my turn --")
"There was something in the air that night, the stars were bright, Fernando --"
"It is pretty funny, sir --"
("one more, one more --")
"You can dance, you can ji-iive --"
Jack hurled the offending phone into the wall, abruptly silencing it. "All of you come here now and I'll only retcon you a little..."