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apocalypsosIt's short, but I had to do it. Forgive me if I don't quite get the Sorkinese right, but I'll try, damn it.
Title: Chronomentrophobia
Fandom: Studio 60 crossover
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Chronomentrophobia
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*snickers* Heh. Somebody had to do it.
Title: Chronomentrophobia
Fandom: Studio 60 crossover
"It's moving my pens."
Danny sighs as he leans against Matt's desk and stares at the clock. "It's not moving your pens, Matt. What did I tell you about endowing the clock with special powers?"
"I'm not endowing it with anything it doesn't already have."
"I think Wes would have noticed if he had a clock that possessed telekinesis."
"Yeah, well, I think Wes wouldn't have noticed, what with all the going crazy."
Matt reaches out and moves his pen holder an inch to the left. Danny shifts an inch to the right, as if doing so will stop paranoia from becoming contagious.
"I called a guy," Matt says.
"Just a random guy?"
"He takes care of things like ..." He waves his hand towards the opposite side of the room, the accusatory glow of red numbers glaring over at them. "That."
"He comes to people's homes and offices with a screwdriver and removes clocks from walls? What's the dental insurance like in that line of work?"
Matt scowls up at Danny from behind his desk. "He fights evil."
"Oh. Think he can smite Ricky and Ron while he's here?"
"He's not coming, but his --"
Suddenly, the door slams open and a pair of young men burst into the room. Without preamble, the shorter one pulls a handgun and fills the clock full of bullets, making Matt flinch and Danny barely even cock an eyebrow. The face of the clock shatters, pieces of plastic and shredded wires falling to the carpet.
As soon as he stops firing, the taller one rolls his eyes behind shaggy brown hair and holds out what looks like a Walkman towards what's left of the clock. The red lights lining the top of it light up briefly before turning off one by one like a dying sigh.
"All clear," he says to the shorter one, then flashes Matt and Danny a guilty smile. "We're really sorry about --"
"Don't worry about it," Matt says. He sounds more cheerful to Danny than he has in days, four days, eleven hours, sixteen minutes and forty-eight seconds until the next show or not.
The two strangers exchange a look and duck out the door past stunned crew as if they'd never even been there in the first place. Matt stands up and leans over the desk to examine the remains of the clock, then says, "Think we should set it on fire just in case?"
"How about we save the celebratory bonfire until after Friday's episode?"
"I think I can hold out if it means burning stuff."
"I worry about you, Matt."
"I'm on heavy medication, Danny. I'm fine."
"Yeah, sounds like it."
*snickers* Heh. Somebody had to do it.
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Date: 2006-09-27 10:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-27 11:15 pm (UTC)And the dialogue is very Sorkinesque. Yay!
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Date: 2006-09-27 11:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-27 11:56 pm (UTC)*falls over laughing*
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Date: 2006-09-28 12:18 am (UTC)seriously. awesome. *memories*
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Date: 2006-09-28 12:20 am (UTC)Every single fic I've seen has been about that damn clock, and, finally, here's one I could enjoy. Awesome. *g*
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Date: 2006-09-28 01:05 am (UTC)Why are all the stories coming out of this fandom about that damn clock? Maybe it does have evil powers!?!?
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Date: 2006-09-28 01:20 am (UTC)For some reason, this line of Danny's, "Just a random guy?" just made me lose it, because I can hear Danny saying that, an oddly hesitant rising tone with a pause because 'a' and 'random', the 'random' about one octave higher and twice as loud as the rest of the question.
Just. HEE.
Also, yeah, that clock? Totally evil.
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Date: 2006-09-28 02:37 am (UTC)That is awesome.
"I'm on heavy medication, Danny. I'm fine."
BWEE!!! Heeeeeeee!
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Date: 2006-09-28 02:45 am (UTC)Very Sorkin-ese, indeed.
The Clock is Evil. The Clock Must Die.
Matt probably has way too many dreams with that clock in it.
That must be hell on dates.
"I'm sorry, I was distracted."
"Why, Matt?"
"Oh I was just thinking there are only three hours, five minutes and five seconds until I'll be seeing you home and hopefully, into bed. And thank god its Sunday night!"
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Date: 2006-09-28 03:55 am (UTC)truly, supernatural is the Everything Crossover Fandom. and it's awesome.
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Date: 2006-09-28 01:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-28 03:42 pm (UTC)For some reason I pictured Sam and Dean like the penguins from Madagascar in that moment - "We were never here."
Good stuff.
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Date: 2006-09-30 04:26 am (UTC)Great little fic!
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Date: 2006-10-03 06:03 am (UTC)*klo*
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Date: 2006-10-04 08:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-05 05:17 am (UTC)Fic: Chronomentrophobia
Date: 2006-10-11 08:54 am (UTC)Of course there had to be one. (Now we need a Buffy crossover and an HP crossover *g*)
"I'm on heavy medication, Danny. I'm fine."
Very nice!
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Date: 2006-12-24 12:10 am (UTC)Ha! Perfectly Sorkinesque, and perfectly Matt :-)
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Date: 2007-01-04 08:04 pm (UTC)You wonder what would happen with Cal's demented Santa Claus...
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