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“Pushing Who: Happy-Go-Weirdy” - A Doctor Who/Pushing Daisies crossover.
Collab between me and my friend Jess. I’ll write a chapter, she’ll write a chapter.
Title: Pushing Who: Happy-Go-Weirdy
Genre: Humour, crossover, mystery
Story By: Immy and Jess
This Chapter By: Jess
Word Count: 1,538
Disclaimer: Characters not ours, DW © BBC and PD © Bryan Fuller/ABC/etc. (oh how that corporation is loathed).
An ordinary day at the Pie Hole, and Chuck and Ned are planning a picnic. But all this is halted by the arrival of a strange man and three companions in a bizarre blue box…chaos ensues…and Emerson finds he might just need their help with the latest, most mysterious case.
CHAPTER TWO!
Chapter Two
In Which Two Very Different Worlds Collide
With a loud bang, the TARDIS crash-landed; its doors bursting open, pouring acrid smoke onto the rooftop. Coughing and spluttering, four individuals stumbled out of the smoking and took in a breath of clean, sunny, morning air.
“Amazing,” Jack commented, once his lungs had rejected the clinging gas and he could breathe properly again.
“What is?” the Doctor coughed in reply.
“That even with the three of us to help you navigate, you still end up getting us lost!” Jack replied, shooting a glance at the be-suited Time Lord who was shaking the smoke out of the folds of his long coat. The ‘three of us’ Jack had mentioned were the flirtatious Captain himself, a curious medical student from London, and the fastest temp in Chiswick, who’d somehow found themselves taken along for the ride. Martha and Donna moved away from the noxious fumes the TARDIS was emitting in order to inspect the new landscape. Travelling with the Doctor was like playing a dangerous game of Russian roulette; you never knew precisely what the outcome of the Doctor’s seemingly random button pressing would be, but there was always the chance that you would end up on a planet inhabited by scaly sharp-fanged creatures that wanted nothing more than to devour you.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with her…” the Doctor muttered to himself, ducking inside the blue box to inspect his precious time machine. His crew could hear snippets of his technobabble floating out onto the rooftop.
“…probably just a flux in the gravitational temporal dilator…”
Jack and the girls sighed. There was probably nothing wrong with the Doctor’s machine. There never was. They knew that no matter what the destination had previously been, the problem was always that the Doctor couldn’t seem to stay away from trouble, and that something was bound to happen now that they were in the area.
“...extrapolation modem?...”
“What have you done to my bees?!” a shocked voice seemingly exploded out of thin air.
“Bees?” Martha queried, raising her eyebrows slightly.
“Yes, ‘bees’. My bees. And what have you done to them?” the girl rushed past the startled time travellers and began to inspect one of the many hives they had just noticed were covering the entire roof. As she did this, Jack looked her up and down approvingly.
“...yes! The quantum thermoregulatory system...”
“Probably not trying to figure out where we’ve landed by looking at what she’s wearing,” Donna muttered to the medical student. Jack ignored Martha’s subsequent giggling and pretended not to hear them.
“Well, she’ll be alright. It was just a slight blip in the–” the Doctor began, having just emerged from the TARDIS cleaning his hands.
“Ah,” he attempted. He hadn’t expected there to be anyone on the rooftop with them, least of all a pretty brunette in yellow tending to some upset bees. He promptly turned and locked the TARDIS, slipping the golden key into his coat pocket.
“Oh, get away from me...” Jack moaned, drawing the Doctor’s attention.
“What’s wrong, Jack? The famous Captain Harkness is afraid of bees?” Donna laughed, giving the annoyed Time Agent a playful shove. The Doctor looked on, arms folded, choosing to ignore his banter-filled companions and looking instead at the cityscape and the newcomer in front of him in an attempt to determine exactly where and when he had managed to land.
“They won’t hurt you. That’s suicide for them,” the mystery girl said, comforting a second hive, “I’m Chuck, by the way,”
The Doctor gave her a smile and a small wave, before Jack stole everyone’s attention back to himself by beginning to freak out about the bees.
“Come on, guys,” he began, walking backwards and taking wild swipes at the offending creatures, “It’s not the being hurt part I’m worried about. I’ve got a strange allergy to bees, wasps and Stirlanian insects. Just being near them is aggravating my–”
Jack’s sentence became lost in the air as he fell through it. Stumbling backwards to get away from Chuck’s bees, Jack had tripped over a strategically placed flowerpot and ended up being thrown headfirst over the edge of the roof. Chuck, who felt partially to blame for the unfortunate incident, was shocked at how little her roof invaders seemed to care about the Captain’s imminent death. The beekeeper rushed to the edge, to see Jack’s body hurtle headfirst towards the ground...
~*~
...to land with a slight crack and a resounding thud at the feet of Digby and Olive Snook, the latter of which screamed in shock and fear. At the sound of the piercing scream, the Pie-maker had dropped the half-finished peach pie he was working on and rushed out of The Pie Hole to see what had happened to upset his waitress so. Coincidentally, Emerson Cod had just arrived outside The Pie Hole to discuss yet another murder case with him.
“Just my luck,” the disgruntled private investigator grumbled, “What happened and why should I care?”
“Olive?” Ned asked, looking concerned for his waitress.
Olive Snook realised that no words would really be necessary in explaining the incident to her friends, so instead she pointed once at the slightly mangled and bruised body at her feet, and then once again straight up in the air. In one fluid synchronised movement, Emerson and Ned looked up to the sky, to see a distressed Chuck looking over the railings, flanked by three rather less distressed individuals who, in Emerson’s mind at least, shouldn’t have been up there looking so “not distressed”.
The Pie-maker, knowing what was going to be expected of him, gave the investigator a pleading glance. Emerson’s head replied by nodding at the body and then at Ned. Olive meanwhile, was completely oblivious to this whole exchange, as she found herself strangely captivated by the body on the floor, and also the fact that the silent conversation was taking place above her head.
“Come on, Olive,” Emerson said to the tiny waitress, resting a hand on her shoulder, “Let’s get inside. I’m in the mood for rhubarb,”
And with those words, the Pie-maker found himself alone with a dead body. Or so he thought.
“Somehow, I don’t think he’s going to have much to say,” Ned muttered to no one in
particular, “Unless he wants to tell me who pushed him, but Chuck could probably do that...”
The Pie-maker continued to muse to himself in this way as he dropped to his knees and leaned over the body. His ‘magic finger’ was just inches away from the only accessible part of the body’s skin, the face, when Jack suddenly gasped his way back into the land of the living. Ned instinctively recoiled slightly, while Jack sat up and laughed at him lightly.
“It’s not everyday I wake up and find a cute guy like yourself leaning over me,” Jack grinned at the bemused Pie-maker. The man in question was setting the timer on his watch, a fact which Jack noticed and decided to comment on.
“A stopwatch, eh? There are lots of things you can do with a stopwatch. Want me to teach you some of them?” the cheeky Captain winked at Ned, who was saved from answering by the arrival of Chuck and the three individuals from the roof.
“Errr... I can explain,” Ned began, but was interrupted.
“Jack. Did you have to?” the Doctor scolded gently.
“Well, I’m sorry, there wasn’t exactly anything I could do,” Jack replied, getting to his feet and brushing the gravel off his coat.
“Ned, are you alright?” Chuck comforted the Pie-maker, who was beginning to twitch slightly as the remainder of his minute became shorter and shorter.
“Oh, and by the way, if anyone was wondering, I think I know where we are,” the Doctor said, “It’s Earth, or a parallel one as far as I can tell,”
“Is that it?” Donna scolded, “Earth? I could have told you that!”
“You promised me beaches of emeralds!” Martha complained.
“Hey, it’s better than nothing. The sights here are pretty good,” Jack said, smiling slyly at Ned.
“Hey, hey, hey! You got another trip through time and space didn’t you?” the Doctor interjected.
“Can everybody stand completely still for a few moments, please?” Ned asked, sounding worried as he checked his watch again. Jack had been alive for more than one minute, and Ned knew that the rules clearly stated that someone or something else would now have to die. He was also becoming increasingly aware that there were a large number of people in the vicinity of Jack’s death, himself and Chuck included.
He was quite surprised that everyone listened to him. The TARDIS crew were silent for almost 10 seconds, a record achievement for them, before Donna burst out with:
“So... what are we waiting for?”
“I’m... scared that someone may die very soon,” Ned replied.
“Oh, now why’d you have to say that?” the Doctor said, “And why are you thinking that?”
He whipped out his specs and started looking around for any causes of possible murder.
“Look, I think we need to talk,” Ned said exasperatedly.
“I find pie to be an excellent conversation starter,” Chuck smiled, leading the way back into The Pie Hole.
___________________
End of chapter two.
Follow the link to chapter three.
Comments are love.
Collab between me and my friend Jess. I’ll write a chapter, she’ll write a chapter.
Title: Pushing Who: Happy-Go-Weirdy
Genre: Humour, crossover, mystery
Story By: Immy and Jess
This Chapter By: Jess
Word Count: 1,538
Disclaimer: Characters not ours, DW © BBC and PD © Bryan Fuller/ABC/etc. (oh how that corporation is loathed).
An ordinary day at the Pie Hole, and Chuck and Ned are planning a picnic. But all this is halted by the arrival of a strange man and three companions in a bizarre blue box…chaos ensues…and Emerson finds he might just need their help with the latest, most mysterious case.
CHAPTER TWO!
Chapter Two
In Which Two Very Different Worlds Collide
With a loud bang, the TARDIS crash-landed; its doors bursting open, pouring acrid smoke onto the rooftop. Coughing and spluttering, four individuals stumbled out of the smoking and took in a breath of clean, sunny, morning air.
“Amazing,” Jack commented, once his lungs had rejected the clinging gas and he could breathe properly again.
“What is?” the Doctor coughed in reply.
“That even with the three of us to help you navigate, you still end up getting us lost!” Jack replied, shooting a glance at the be-suited Time Lord who was shaking the smoke out of the folds of his long coat. The ‘three of us’ Jack had mentioned were the flirtatious Captain himself, a curious medical student from London, and the fastest temp in Chiswick, who’d somehow found themselves taken along for the ride. Martha and Donna moved away from the noxious fumes the TARDIS was emitting in order to inspect the new landscape. Travelling with the Doctor was like playing a dangerous game of Russian roulette; you never knew precisely what the outcome of the Doctor’s seemingly random button pressing would be, but there was always the chance that you would end up on a planet inhabited by scaly sharp-fanged creatures that wanted nothing more than to devour you.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with her…” the Doctor muttered to himself, ducking inside the blue box to inspect his precious time machine. His crew could hear snippets of his technobabble floating out onto the rooftop.
“…probably just a flux in the gravitational temporal dilator…”
Jack and the girls sighed. There was probably nothing wrong with the Doctor’s machine. There never was. They knew that no matter what the destination had previously been, the problem was always that the Doctor couldn’t seem to stay away from trouble, and that something was bound to happen now that they were in the area.
“...extrapolation modem?...”
“What have you done to my bees?!” a shocked voice seemingly exploded out of thin air.
“Bees?” Martha queried, raising her eyebrows slightly.
“Yes, ‘bees’. My bees. And what have you done to them?” the girl rushed past the startled time travellers and began to inspect one of the many hives they had just noticed were covering the entire roof. As she did this, Jack looked her up and down approvingly.
“...yes! The quantum thermoregulatory system...”
“Probably not trying to figure out where we’ve landed by looking at what she’s wearing,” Donna muttered to the medical student. Jack ignored Martha’s subsequent giggling and pretended not to hear them.
“Well, she’ll be alright. It was just a slight blip in the–” the Doctor began, having just emerged from the TARDIS cleaning his hands.
“Ah,” he attempted. He hadn’t expected there to be anyone on the rooftop with them, least of all a pretty brunette in yellow tending to some upset bees. He promptly turned and locked the TARDIS, slipping the golden key into his coat pocket.
“Oh, get away from me...” Jack moaned, drawing the Doctor’s attention.
“What’s wrong, Jack? The famous Captain Harkness is afraid of bees?” Donna laughed, giving the annoyed Time Agent a playful shove. The Doctor looked on, arms folded, choosing to ignore his banter-filled companions and looking instead at the cityscape and the newcomer in front of him in an attempt to determine exactly where and when he had managed to land.
“They won’t hurt you. That’s suicide for them,” the mystery girl said, comforting a second hive, “I’m Chuck, by the way,”
The Doctor gave her a smile and a small wave, before Jack stole everyone’s attention back to himself by beginning to freak out about the bees.
“Come on, guys,” he began, walking backwards and taking wild swipes at the offending creatures, “It’s not the being hurt part I’m worried about. I’ve got a strange allergy to bees, wasps and Stirlanian insects. Just being near them is aggravating my–”
Jack’s sentence became lost in the air as he fell through it. Stumbling backwards to get away from Chuck’s bees, Jack had tripped over a strategically placed flowerpot and ended up being thrown headfirst over the edge of the roof. Chuck, who felt partially to blame for the unfortunate incident, was shocked at how little her roof invaders seemed to care about the Captain’s imminent death. The beekeeper rushed to the edge, to see Jack’s body hurtle headfirst towards the ground...
~*~
...to land with a slight crack and a resounding thud at the feet of Digby and Olive Snook, the latter of which screamed in shock and fear. At the sound of the piercing scream, the Pie-maker had dropped the half-finished peach pie he was working on and rushed out of The Pie Hole to see what had happened to upset his waitress so. Coincidentally, Emerson Cod had just arrived outside The Pie Hole to discuss yet another murder case with him.
“Just my luck,” the disgruntled private investigator grumbled, “What happened and why should I care?”
“Olive?” Ned asked, looking concerned for his waitress.
Olive Snook realised that no words would really be necessary in explaining the incident to her friends, so instead she pointed once at the slightly mangled and bruised body at her feet, and then once again straight up in the air. In one fluid synchronised movement, Emerson and Ned looked up to the sky, to see a distressed Chuck looking over the railings, flanked by three rather less distressed individuals who, in Emerson’s mind at least, shouldn’t have been up there looking so “not distressed”.
The Pie-maker, knowing what was going to be expected of him, gave the investigator a pleading glance. Emerson’s head replied by nodding at the body and then at Ned. Olive meanwhile, was completely oblivious to this whole exchange, as she found herself strangely captivated by the body on the floor, and also the fact that the silent conversation was taking place above her head.
“Come on, Olive,” Emerson said to the tiny waitress, resting a hand on her shoulder, “Let’s get inside. I’m in the mood for rhubarb,”
And with those words, the Pie-maker found himself alone with a dead body. Or so he thought.
“Somehow, I don’t think he’s going to have much to say,” Ned muttered to no one in
particular, “Unless he wants to tell me who pushed him, but Chuck could probably do that...”
The Pie-maker continued to muse to himself in this way as he dropped to his knees and leaned over the body. His ‘magic finger’ was just inches away from the only accessible part of the body’s skin, the face, when Jack suddenly gasped his way back into the land of the living. Ned instinctively recoiled slightly, while Jack sat up and laughed at him lightly.
“It’s not everyday I wake up and find a cute guy like yourself leaning over me,” Jack grinned at the bemused Pie-maker. The man in question was setting the timer on his watch, a fact which Jack noticed and decided to comment on.
“A stopwatch, eh? There are lots of things you can do with a stopwatch. Want me to teach you some of them?” the cheeky Captain winked at Ned, who was saved from answering by the arrival of Chuck and the three individuals from the roof.
“Errr... I can explain,” Ned began, but was interrupted.
“Jack. Did you have to?” the Doctor scolded gently.
“Well, I’m sorry, there wasn’t exactly anything I could do,” Jack replied, getting to his feet and brushing the gravel off his coat.
“Ned, are you alright?” Chuck comforted the Pie-maker, who was beginning to twitch slightly as the remainder of his minute became shorter and shorter.
“Oh, and by the way, if anyone was wondering, I think I know where we are,” the Doctor said, “It’s Earth, or a parallel one as far as I can tell,”
“Is that it?” Donna scolded, “Earth? I could have told you that!”
“You promised me beaches of emeralds!” Martha complained.
“Hey, it’s better than nothing. The sights here are pretty good,” Jack said, smiling slyly at Ned.
“Hey, hey, hey! You got another trip through time and space didn’t you?” the Doctor interjected.
“Can everybody stand completely still for a few moments, please?” Ned asked, sounding worried as he checked his watch again. Jack had been alive for more than one minute, and Ned knew that the rules clearly stated that someone or something else would now have to die. He was also becoming increasingly aware that there were a large number of people in the vicinity of Jack’s death, himself and Chuck included.
He was quite surprised that everyone listened to him. The TARDIS crew were silent for almost 10 seconds, a record achievement for them, before Donna burst out with:
“So... what are we waiting for?”
“I’m... scared that someone may die very soon,” Ned replied.
“Oh, now why’d you have to say that?” the Doctor said, “And why are you thinking that?”
He whipped out his specs and started looking around for any causes of possible murder.
“Look, I think we need to talk,” Ned said exasperatedly.
“I find pie to be an excellent conversation starter,” Chuck smiled, leading the way back into The Pie Hole.
___________________
End of chapter two.
Follow the link to chapter three.
Comments are love.
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