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alcesverdes) wrote2008-03-02 01:46 am
alcesverdes) wrote2008-03-02 01:46 am
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[Crossover: DW/FOP] Fairly Odd Who
Title: Fairly Odd Who
Fandom: Fairly Odd Parents / Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Nine, Jack, Rose, Timmy, Cosmo, Wanda, Mr and Mrs Turner, Vicky, Chip Skylark.
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~4700 words.
Summary: "We have an over-dramatic alien named Mark who wants to blow off the Earth over a broken heart."
Spoilers: None.
Author's Note: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crossing_who's Fic Challenge: a matter of heart(s).
As I wrote it, I imagined the DW cast drawn in the FOP style. That helped (me).
Finally, if someone is going to rant about the silliness of my crossover choice, at least provide a link so people can judge by themselves how bad it really is. :P Also, icon.
Wearing an annoyed expression upon his face through the whole operation, Timmy Turner closed his bedroom's door right before he jumped straight to his bed. He'd just stopped yet another not-quite-conscious attempt by Mark Chang, the Yugopotamian prince, to destroy the Earth, and he wasn't quite sure about what made him feel more upset: that he'd lost count of the times he'd saved the planet from Mark or that the alien had actually tried to commit suicide.
Early that day, Mark had finally realized he wasn't his beloved Vicky's type, that she liked her men more... well, men-like. "Ugly pink instead of handsome green and only four anti-climatic appendices coming out from their bodies instead of a sexy set of a dozen tentacles!" he'd said to Timmy. All hope gone now, he carried on saying that he didn't have any reason to go on. "I must leave! Forever!"
Unfortunately —in more than one way—, leave forever didn't mean, as Timmy thought at first, go back to Yugopotamia and stay there but blow everything off. And everything included the Earth, the Moon, and part of Mars.
Fortunately, after a couple of hours of exhibiting great negotiator's skills —really, Timmy should be working for the FBI or the CIA—, the boy convinced Mark that suicide was, beyond any shade of doubt, the most humiliating way to go for a warrior. (Timmy was also very grateful to Wanda because she'd been quick enough to shut Cosmo up before he made a comment about samurais and sepukku.)
And thus, yes the Earth and all its inhabitants where safe once more, but who knew for how long would it be before Mark got another bout of depression.
"We should find a way to send him back home for good," Wanda said, hovering over Timmy's bed. "His parents would help him to get better."
"Or we can find him a girlfriend," Cosmo said. "We can sign him up on a date service. Or.. or... maybe we can freeze in in carbonite!"
"That's far from being a reasonable solution," Wanda said.
"Why not? It worked for Han!"
"Guys," Timmy called, his discouraged voice muffled by the pillow. "Y'know, I wonder if there are friendly aliens out there. It'd be depressing if all they want to do was to destroy us or take us over."
"Oh, sweetheart! Of course not all aliens are ill-intended!" Wanda said.
Timmy raised his head a little. "Really?"
"Oh, yes! There are intelligent, amiable beings out there whose only aspiration is to gather knowledge about all the Universe's creatures."
As soon as his godmother finished speaking, Timmy felt himself stricken by a sudden epiphany. Grinning, he jumped out of the bed. "Really?" he repeated. "We've got to bring one of those here right now!"
Wanda and Cosmo exchanged looks.
"Right now?" she asked.
"Yes! Don't you see? If we have here a friendly expert on Yugopotamians, we could help Mark to get better!"
"He has a point there," Cosmo said.
Wanda hid herself behind her wand. "Well, yes, but remember that last time—"
Timmy interrupted her; there was no time for Wanda's worries. Besides, he planned to be specific enough this time around to avoid trouble —or as much trouble as possible, at least. "Cosmo! Wanda! I wish you to bring an intelligent alien who doesn't want to destroy us all, nor conquer us, that likes humans and knows a lot about Yugopotamians!"
Cosmo, smiling widely, and Wanda, sighing deeply, waved their wands.
There was a puff of colorful smoke and, when it dissipated, Timmy saw a strange man standing in the middle of his room. A confused, big-eared, leather-wearing strange man.
Timmy blinked. "Where's the alien?"
"That's the alien," Cosmo said, pointing at the man.
"That's a human," Timmy said.
"He's not, dear, I promise," Wanda said.
The man inspected his surroundings. It didn't take him look to discover the boy and the fairies. As soon as he saw them, he winced and gave a step backwards. "Oh, no no no! Not you two!"
"I'm happy to see you too, Doctor!" Cosmo exclaimed, waving his hands. "You look different again! How do you do it? Can you tell Mama Cosma? Her birthday is next week and I haven't bought her anything!"
Timmy looked at Wanda. "You know him?"
"Well," she began, "since Science Fiction became popular, every one of our godchildren has wished to meet an alien at least once. Depending on what they ask us for, is the alien we make appear. The Doctor is 'the smart one who likes humans'."
"And 'the one whose spaceship fits inside the room'," Cosmo added.
"Talking of which, where's she? Where is the Tardis?" the Doctor asked.
"Your ship is back where you left it," Wanda said. "There were humans inside an you know our rules, Doctor."
The Doctor rubbed his face with his hand. "Yes, I know them. But you know mine. Those are nice people but they can't navigate the Tardis, so let's make this quick. You wanted to meet me, young man? I'm the Doctor. Your name is...?"
"Timmy. Timmy Turner."
"Fantastic. Nice to meet you, Timmy Turner. There, we've met. Bye now." The Doctor forced a smile and folded his arms, obviously waiting to be sent back to his ship, but there were still unfinished business regarding Timmy's wish.
"You can't go yet! You've to help Mark!"
The Doctor half sighed, half growled. "It's part of the wish, isn't it? Fine, if I don't solve this, they—" he pointed at the fairies "—won't let me go. Who exactly is this Mark and why do you think I can help him?"
Timmy began to explain all about Mark and his infatuation from that memorable time in which chocolate saved the Earth until the most recent crisis.
The Doctor nodded as he listened. "It was a clever move to make me come," he said, finally.
Cosmo folded his arms. "Yeah, well, carbonite is still my first choice."
"Right now I won't go into details of how irresponsible of you was to let a Yugopotamian loose on Earth, even if he thinks he can't take humans in battle," the Doctor said at the fairies' general direction. "Luckily, neutralizing his kind is easy once you get a hold of their psychology. Have you tried to threaten him with a basket full of kittens?"
"Yes," Wanda said. "And we added three puppies juggling pines on a pony."
"Even Phillip the girl nickel tried to hug him, but nothing worked," Cosmo said, far too dramatically. "Poor Phillip's heart is broken! No-one had never ignored her like that before!"
"Mark's too upset," Timmy said. "He wants to go in the most spectacular way possible."
"Well, he's young. Youngsters have an inclination for drama." The Doctor kept silent for a moment and then added, "I think we could exploit that if we want to get rid of him for good."
"I—I don't want to get rid of Mark for good!" Timmy said.
The Doctor fixed his eyes on Timmy's. "Yugopotamians are good at destroying things and little else," he said, gently. "Taking him away from this planet is the only effective way to prevent him from ever blowing it off."
Timmy wibbled; even if it was a little complicated to live near Mark —and be the only one aware of his extraterrestrial origin—, the alien was his friend, after all. "Are you sure?" the boy asked the Doctor.
"Why does everyone keep doubting the expert?" the Doctor claimed, looking up at the ceiling.
"It's an unfortunate human trait," Wanda said.
The Doctor looked at her from the corner of his eye. "Just human?"
Wanda shrugged. "A male trait, then."
"Just male?"
"Hey! I'm the only one in this room who's not questioning you!"
"Owned right there, pal!" Cosmo exclaimed, pointing at the Doctor with a finger. Next, he turned to his godchild. "Timmy, just wish for the carbonite; it's the best course of action because then we could put a light bulb on top of him and make a nice lamp out of Mark. That way you won't get rid of him for good and you'll be able to read at night at the same time!" He turned again and wiggled his eyebrows at the Doctor. "Top that, leather-wearing alien!"
"I can take Mark home, leave him there safe and sound for his parents to keep him that way; make him promise he'll never, ever return nor his descendants until the end of time, and be back before supper. Now you top that, neuron-impaired fairy!"
"You—you just think you're clever because you have a British accent!"
Wanda floated towards her husband and grabbed him by the ear. "Cosmo, stop it!"
"You're sticking with him because you like his accent, you traitor" Cosmo wailed. "You have a thing for exotic accents! Like the Doctor's or Wandissimo's! For all I know, you've been fawning all over Jorgen behind my back! And you don't like me because I'm not exotic!"
"Of course I like you, Cosmo!" Wanda said, letting go of Cosmo's ear. "There's nothing wrong with not being exotic!"
Cosmo's eyes widened. "D'you mean it?"
"Absolutely. I married you, didn't I?"
Cosmo's face brightened as he hugged his wife. "I love you too, Wanda!"
The Doctor scratched his nose. "To a point, there's a comfort in knowing some things will never change."
"Can you really do everything you said?" Timmy asked the Doctor.
The Doctor beamed. "Is Cosmo an idiot? All I need is to know where Mark is and to have the Tardis available."
"About the ship, I'm not sure..." Wanda began.
"Why not?" Timmy asked. "Cosmo said the Doctor's spaceship fits inside the room."
"There are adult humans in there, Timmy. They're not supposed to see us, remember?" Wanda said.
"Yes, I know. But they don't have to; you two could stay in the fish bowl while they're around," Timmy said.
"Well..."
"Please, do that," the Doctor said. "And pay special attention to the part where you remain in complete silence. Come on, boy, wish away!"
A blonde girl and a young man stepped out of the Doctor's Tardis —and the ship did keep true to the title of 'the ship that fits inside the room'. Both of the Doctor's friends looked understandably perplexed at suddenly being at an ordinary child's bedroom instead of being, who knows, at an intergalactic monster's lair or wherever they went in the Doctor's quest for knowledge.
"Timmy, these are Rose Tyler and Captain Jack Harkness," the Doctor said. "Rose, Jack, this is Timmy Turner; he'll be our host for today."
"Uh, nice meeting you..." Rose said, hesitatingly, looking from Timmy to the Doctor.
"Likewise," Jack said, also tentatively.
The Doctor gave an energetic nod. "Good. Now that we all know each other, people, listen up: we have an over-dramatic alien named Mark who wants to blow off the Earth over a broken heart. We're going to make him go home." He clapped his hands. "So, where to, Timmy? The sooner we deal with this, the better."
Timmy grabbed the fish bowl —just in case there was an emergency. "C'mon! I'll take you there."
"Hold on a minute!" Rose exclaimed, pointing at the Doctor with a finger. "You're going to take a child to catch an alien that wants to make the Earth explode?"
"He knows where the alien is," the Doctor replied, candidly.
"Don't worry; Mark's not that bad," Timmy said.
"No, he just wants to destroy us all," Jack said.
"I don't believe Mark's conscious about the final implications of what he's doing," the Doctor said. "Yugopotamians rarely are; they're naive in a particular and very dangerous way."
"Yugopoamians?" Jack asked, eyebrows raised.
"Heard of them?" the Doctor asked.
"I haven't," Rose said.
"And I've only heard of them," Jack said. "As far as I know, they resist to trade with humans. At least in my time."
"Oh," the Doctor said simply as he looked at Timmy from the corner of his eye. "I wonder why."
Timmy suddenly realized how interesting his fish bowl was. He also noticed both fishes appeared to be whistling and he hoped no-one else had seen that —and he made a note of talking with them about subtlety.
Rose raised her hand. "So, what's one of those Yugo—uh..."
"—potamians," supplied the Doctor.
"Thank you. What is one of them doing here?"
"He's in love with my babysitter," Timmy said, deadpan.
"But she doesn't love him back which leads us to the broken heart over which he wants to literally say goodbye to everything," the Doctor said. "Now that's all cleared up, can we move, people?"
The group, led by Timmy and his fish bowl, walked all the way from the boy's room to the kitchen, but before they could leave the house, his parents showed up.
"Honey! We're home!" mom said in a singsong voice.
"We can see," the Doctor chanted too through a mocking grin. Just as Timmy was thinking of a good excuse to explain the group of strangers in the house, the Doctor took out a wallet from a pocked and showed its content to Timmy's parents. "Mr. and Mrs. Turner, we are inspectors from your son's school. We're here to see he's getting enough exercise."
"It's very important, you see," Rose added.
"Oh!" dad said. "That's very thoughtful of the school. How's Timmy doing, then?"
"Good, good," the Doctor said. "But right now he's behind his quota at the moment, so we're going to taking him to the park to have it all filled out."
"Why do you need three inspectors for one child?" mom asked. "And is there a special reason why you're foreign?"
"We're part of an international inspectors exchange program," Jack said. "We're short on supervisors, so each one of us has to take two inspectors to... uh, supervise."
"So, you're a supervisor," mom said as she looked attentively at Jack from head to toe. "Aren't you a little young?"
"I assure you I'm quite capable, ma'am," Jack replied, winking at her.
At that point, Timmy lost track of what exactly was going on.
Mom giggled; Jack smiled; dad said something Timmy didn't quite understand; Rose snorted behind her hand, and the Doctor, somehow, managed to drag everyone out of the house while mom and dad remained in the kitchen discussing something about 'taking turns'.
"What was all that about?" Timmy asked, once he and the supervisors (and the fish) were on the street.
"Ask your fish later," the Doctor answered.
"There's no need to be that rude, Doctor," Rose said.
"I'm not," the Doctor said, sounding a little hurt. "And it was all Jack's fault to begin with," he added sharply.
"Nature's fault, in any case," Jack replied, grinning, rubbing his chin.
"I still don't get it," Timmy said.
"You will. Someday. I promise," the Doctor said. "So, where to, Timmy?"
Timmy sighed. At this rate, he'd have to ask AJ, since this looked like the sort of things that Wanda didn't want to talk about, that Cosmo didn't know about, and that Jorgen answered by making everyone within a ratio of half a mile to do push-ups.
"The junkyard," Timmy said as he lead the way.
"You know, you must have a very interesting babysitter for a Yugopotamian to show such devotion," the Doctor said, suddenly, after a couple of blocks.
"Evil is the word you're looking for," Timmy said.
"Oh, come on! It can't be that bad," Jack said.
"Actually, it can," the Doctor said. "Yupotamians tend to be attracted by individual of remarkably aggressive personality and control issues."
At that momment, Timmy ran to hug the Doctor's leg, overcame by a joy like one he had never felt before; no adult had ever believed him about Vicky, specially if they hadn't set eyes on her, and even adults who knew her resisted to believe she was evil. The Doctor, Timmy thought as he rubbed his cheek against the alien'sleather pants, was really something.
"It looks like you got yourself an admirer, Doctor," Jack said.
"I think it's cute how he does that without dropping the fish bowl," Rose said.
"Come on, boy! We need to get to Mark! Are you listening to me?" the Doctor said as he shook his leg. "You two, stop laughing! This isn't funny!"
"We're not laughing... much," Jack said.
"I wasn't talking to you!" the Doctor replied, still shaking his leg.
Timmy finally let go of the Doctor's leg, but he still felt filled with happiness. He even thought he could ask the alien to also take Vicky some planet far, far away, since he realized how toxic she was. But he'd do it later, once they'd taken care of Mark. "Let's go, then!" He smiled broadly and got ready to give the first step to a life of happiness. However, before his foot touched theconcrete beneath it, a shadow appeared.
And a squeal. A hideous squeal that foretold one of the most terrifying things that could ever happen to anyone and it had to happen right that moment: Vicky, answering to some sort of mystical cue, showed up and ogled Jack just as she'd done it when she'd believed Timmy to be a Norwegian supermodel named Gah. "But what do we have here?" she asked, and Timmy could just imagine her eyes becoming heart-shaped.
Having been in that same position before, the boy felt sorry for poor Jack. Then again, he was a true adult, and the Doctor was right next to him too, so he had a better chance of getting out unscathed, specially if he warned them all about the danger. "That is Vicky! My babysitter!" he called, pointing at her.
Vicky, of course, noticed him right then. And she got angry, as usual. "What are you doing here, you—" She stopped in the middle of the growl; she was surrounded by adults after all, and one of them had caught her eye, even. "—you little angel?" she finished, batting her eyelashes and showing all of her teeth in a smile too wide to be mistaken for a sincere one.
Timmy frowned. He felt brave now he knew he was around adults Vicky couldn't fool.
"She doesn't look that evil," Jack said right then.
Timmy hit his forehead against the fish bowl. Repeatedly.
Immediately, Vicky clung to Jack's arm. "But, tell me, what's your name, pretty boy?"
"I'm Jack Harkness and you're too young, sorry, kid," Jack said as he tried to remove Vicky's claws from him. Tried being the operative word. "Um, excuse me, would you mind?"
"Would I mind... what? Showing you around Dimmsdale? Sure thing!" she said, forcing him across the street.
"Remember, it's all Natures's fault!" the Doctor said, not bothering to hide the smugness in his voice as he saw Jack making a huge and failed effort to pull away from Vicky's clutches.
"Control issues, you said?" Rose whispered towards the Doctor.
"Yeah, I did say that. Pretty evident ones too. It's for her that you have your... fish, isn't it, boy?" the Doctor said.
Timmy nodded.
The Doctor sighed. "Anyway, come on, I'm sure Jack can take care of himself while we take care of the rest and I don't want to waste more time."
"You are going to leave him alone with her?" Timmy said.
The Doctor sighed once more, this time more deeply. "As I said, he can take care of himself."
"He's been in the army and we've all been in worse situations and survived," Rose said. "That's nothing to worry about."
Somehow, Timmy doubted that.
"To the junkyard, then," the Doctor said, pointing his finger to the horizon —and in the wrong direction.
Timmy wasn't sure that leaving the poor guy on his own with Vicky was the right thing to do, but the Operation Mark had priority, so he lifted his foot again to lead the way when another shadow appeared over the concrete.
And another cry, though this one was more desperate. Far more desperate.
"Oh, no," Timmy moaned.
Even the Doctor inhaled through his teeth and winced.
"Green with tentacles," Rose pointed out, eyes fixed on the newly arrived. "That's the Yugopotamian, right?"
The Doctor nodded. "Yep. What a lousy timing."
Lousy was a very mild word, Timmy thought.
Meanwhile, Mark looked like if he'd frozen in a screaming fit as he looked how Vicky dragged Jack around the corner.
"What do we do now?" Rose asked.
"Let me think," the Doctor said.
Right that moment, from the street Jack and Vicky had disappeared to, came noises from screeching tires, honking, and then screeching tires again. Less than ten seconds later, Timmy's parent's car turned around the corner, carrying a very confused Jack on the back seat. "I'm sorry, Vicky, but we saw him first!" Timmy's dad yelled through the window.
"That's not fair!" Vicky yelled back, running after them as fast as she could. Which wasn't fast enough. "Finders, keepers!"
"We're still blaming Nature for that one, I gather," Rose said, amused.
"Jack should be hating her by now, but she actually made us a favor this once," the Doctor replied, gesturing towards Mark, who was silent now.
Seeing Vicky by herself seemed to have done the trick for Mark; the only noise coming out from him now was a fast breathing. He attempted to move towards her, but he stopped. He hunched and turned away, the vivid image of alien despair.
Timmy looked at the Doctor, who nodded.
"Mark, wait!" Timmy said then. "There's someone I want you to meet."
Mark turned around slowly and looked at the group. He sighed, sadly and deeply. "I—I see what you're trying to do, Timmy—"
"You do?" Timmy, the Doctor, and Rose asked.
"—and though I appreciate your efforts, my heart aches too much and I don't like blondes."
Ah.
"It's not that!" Timmy, the Doctor, and Rose hurried to say.
"Please, listen to me," the Doctor said, reaching towards Mark. "There are some things I want to talk you about. I'm an alien too; I'm a Time Lord."
Mark stared blankly as he didn't know what a Time Lord was and that upset the Doctor. Though, luckily, he seemed to get over it fast enough.
"You can't stay on Earth any longer," the Doctor continued. "You need to go back home."
"Home?" Mark said. "I don't have any—"
"Mark," the Doctor cut him, "pay attention to me. There are many non-blonde, fierce warrior maidens out there in the universe who would be happy with a fine Yugopotamian specimen like yourself; you don't have to stay here pining for a woman who doesn't deserve you."
The remark incensed the green alien. "What do you mean she doesn't deserve me? It is me who doesn't deserve her! Just look at her! Look at that adorable predatory visage upon her face!" he claimed, using one of his tentacles to point across the street, where a chase was taking place.
Somehow, Jack had escaped from Timmy's parent's car and was running as fast as he could in the middle of the street, followed by Vicky —who looked quite terrifying indeed— and Timmy's parents just behind her, sans car. Apparently, the captain did have his resources.
"No, you look at her!" the Doctor said. "She's pursuing another man! And why does she do that? Because she's incapable of seeing how much you are worth!"
Mark stared at Vicky and wibbled. "S—she can't—"
"But you are worth a lot, Mark! That's why you need to move on and find someone else, someone who understands how great you are!"
Mark wibbled again but he now turned to the Doctor. "D—do you think I could—?" he asked, putting one of his tentacles over his mouth.
The Doctor smiled broadly. "More than think about it, I'm sure of it!"
"The Doctor's good," Timmy said, awed.
"Yes," Rose said. "Just don't tell him; his ego is big enough as it is."
"And what are we going to do with Jack?" Wanda whispered on Timmy's ear. She'd turned into a ladybug and she was sitting down on her godson's shoulder. "It breaks my heart to see the poor dear being harassed like that," she said, as Jack, Vicky, and Timmy's parents passed again in front of them, now running in the opposite direction.
"You only like him because he's handsome," Cosmo said; he was a hummingbird.
"It's not that, Cosmo," Wanda said. "It's about basic decency."
"Come on! Admit it; he's attractive! And his eyes are rather dreamy..." Cosmo made a pause and coughed. "So, how are we going to help him, Timmy?"
"I wish someone nice would come and help Jack," Timmy whispered to his godparents. It was the least he could do for the poor guy.
Cosmo and Wanda flourished their now tiny wands and, at the moment, a white convertible appeared turning around the corner, driven by no-one else than Chip Skylark.
Chip quickly realized it was Icky Vicky who was chasing Jack, so he braked and urged the captain to jump in. Jack did so with an elegant movement and soon he, Chip, and the convertible had became a dot on the horizon.
"Woah, I really need to ask Jack tips about Nature," Rose said. "Who was that?"
"Chip Skylark," Timmy said. "He's a famous singer."
"A cute one too," Rose said.
"Well, even my dad says Chip's delicious."
"I have good news, people," the Doctor intervened. Timmy and Rose (and the fairies) turned towards him and saw he had a hand on what passed by Mark's shoulders. The Yugopotamian looked still somewhat melancholic, but with a hint of hope on his features —and it scared Timmy to realize how much he could read out from the green alien's face. "Mark's ready to go back with his parents," the Doctor continued.
"That's excellent!" Rose said.
"Let's go back to the Tardis," the Doctor said. "The sooner we finish this matter, the better. We can come pick up Jack afterwards."
Rose laughed. "I'd say he's going to appreciate that now."
"Me too," the Doctor said.
Timmy made a mental note of calling AJ to get an appointment as soon as possible.
"I'm going to miss you, Mark," Timmy said as he hugged his alien friend goodbye in front of the Tardis.
"I'll miss you too," Mark said, hugging the boy back. "It was fun. I'll never forget the Earth, nor all the valuable lessons I learned here!"
"That's nice. Now move,"the Doctor said, earning yet another scolding from Rose.
Timmy saw Mark disappearing inside the Doctor's ship and then he saw said ship disappear from his room, just as it had arrived —only with less smoke, since this time it hadn't been a wish.
"Cheer up, sweetheart!" Wanda said, appearing in her fairy form next to Timmy. "He's going to be safe now."
"I know. But I'm still going to miss him."
"And I still think carbonite would've saved us lots of problems," Cosmo said.
"Do you think your mom and your dad and Vicky are going to chase Jack and Chip for long?"
"I don't know. I still don't get what exactly is going on."
"Well, I think I saw a spider on the roof," Wanda said, nervously.
"I want to dress up as a Wookie!" Cosmo said.
"Don't worry, guys, I'm going to ask AJ," Timmy said, deadpan.
"Or maybe an Ewok. What do you think it's cuter?"
"It doesn't matter, Cosmo; if you dress up as a Wookie, you're still going to look like an Ewok," Wanda said. "A hairy Ewok, though."
Timmy turned his attention away from his godparents —he'd never been that much of a Star Wars fan, anyway— and looked out the window.
He was going to miss Mark, but the Earth's safety was worth the sacrifice. Besides, he'd made new friends and, maybe, just maybe, when he came back to pick up Jack, the Doctor would allow Timmy to travel with him in the Tardis, like he did with Rose and the captain.
Fandom: Fairly Odd Parents / Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Nine, Jack, Rose, Timmy, Cosmo, Wanda, Mr and Mrs Turner, Vicky, Chip Skylark.
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~4700 words.
Summary: "We have an over-dramatic alien named Mark who wants to blow off the Earth over a broken heart."
Spoilers: None.
Author's Note: Written for the
crossing_who's Fic Challenge: a matter of heart(s).As I wrote it, I imagined the DW cast drawn in the FOP style. That helped (me).
Finally, if someone is going to rant about the silliness of my crossover choice, at least provide a link so people can judge by themselves how bad it really is. :P Also, icon.
Wearing an annoyed expression upon his face through the whole operation, Timmy Turner closed his bedroom's door right before he jumped straight to his bed. He'd just stopped yet another not-quite-conscious attempt by Mark Chang, the Yugopotamian prince, to destroy the Earth, and he wasn't quite sure about what made him feel more upset: that he'd lost count of the times he'd saved the planet from Mark or that the alien had actually tried to commit suicide.
Early that day, Mark had finally realized he wasn't his beloved Vicky's type, that she liked her men more... well, men-like. "Ugly pink instead of handsome green and only four anti-climatic appendices coming out from their bodies instead of a sexy set of a dozen tentacles!" he'd said to Timmy. All hope gone now, he carried on saying that he didn't have any reason to go on. "I must leave! Forever!"
Unfortunately —in more than one way—, leave forever didn't mean, as Timmy thought at first, go back to Yugopotamia and stay there but blow everything off. And everything included the Earth, the Moon, and part of Mars.
Fortunately, after a couple of hours of exhibiting great negotiator's skills —really, Timmy should be working for the FBI or the CIA—, the boy convinced Mark that suicide was, beyond any shade of doubt, the most humiliating way to go for a warrior. (Timmy was also very grateful to Wanda because she'd been quick enough to shut Cosmo up before he made a comment about samurais and sepukku.)
And thus, yes the Earth and all its inhabitants where safe once more, but who knew for how long would it be before Mark got another bout of depression.
"We should find a way to send him back home for good," Wanda said, hovering over Timmy's bed. "His parents would help him to get better."
"Or we can find him a girlfriend," Cosmo said. "We can sign him up on a date service. Or.. or... maybe we can freeze in in carbonite!"
"That's far from being a reasonable solution," Wanda said.
"Why not? It worked for Han!"
"Guys," Timmy called, his discouraged voice muffled by the pillow. "Y'know, I wonder if there are friendly aliens out there. It'd be depressing if all they want to do was to destroy us or take us over."
"Oh, sweetheart! Of course not all aliens are ill-intended!" Wanda said.
Timmy raised his head a little. "Really?"
"Oh, yes! There are intelligent, amiable beings out there whose only aspiration is to gather knowledge about all the Universe's creatures."
As soon as his godmother finished speaking, Timmy felt himself stricken by a sudden epiphany. Grinning, he jumped out of the bed. "Really?" he repeated. "We've got to bring one of those here right now!"
Wanda and Cosmo exchanged looks.
"Right now?" she asked.
"Yes! Don't you see? If we have here a friendly expert on Yugopotamians, we could help Mark to get better!"
"He has a point there," Cosmo said.
Wanda hid herself behind her wand. "Well, yes, but remember that last time—"
Timmy interrupted her; there was no time for Wanda's worries. Besides, he planned to be specific enough this time around to avoid trouble —or as much trouble as possible, at least. "Cosmo! Wanda! I wish you to bring an intelligent alien who doesn't want to destroy us all, nor conquer us, that likes humans and knows a lot about Yugopotamians!"
Cosmo, smiling widely, and Wanda, sighing deeply, waved their wands.
There was a puff of colorful smoke and, when it dissipated, Timmy saw a strange man standing in the middle of his room. A confused, big-eared, leather-wearing strange man.
Timmy blinked. "Where's the alien?"
"That's the alien," Cosmo said, pointing at the man.
"That's a human," Timmy said.
"He's not, dear, I promise," Wanda said.
The man inspected his surroundings. It didn't take him look to discover the boy and the fairies. As soon as he saw them, he winced and gave a step backwards. "Oh, no no no! Not you two!"
"I'm happy to see you too, Doctor!" Cosmo exclaimed, waving his hands. "You look different again! How do you do it? Can you tell Mama Cosma? Her birthday is next week and I haven't bought her anything!"
Timmy looked at Wanda. "You know him?"
"Well," she began, "since Science Fiction became popular, every one of our godchildren has wished to meet an alien at least once. Depending on what they ask us for, is the alien we make appear. The Doctor is 'the smart one who likes humans'."
"And 'the one whose spaceship fits inside the room'," Cosmo added.
"Talking of which, where's she? Where is the Tardis?" the Doctor asked.
"Your ship is back where you left it," Wanda said. "There were humans inside an you know our rules, Doctor."
The Doctor rubbed his face with his hand. "Yes, I know them. But you know mine. Those are nice people but they can't navigate the Tardis, so let's make this quick. You wanted to meet me, young man? I'm the Doctor. Your name is...?"
"Timmy. Timmy Turner."
"Fantastic. Nice to meet you, Timmy Turner. There, we've met. Bye now." The Doctor forced a smile and folded his arms, obviously waiting to be sent back to his ship, but there were still unfinished business regarding Timmy's wish.
"You can't go yet! You've to help Mark!"
The Doctor half sighed, half growled. "It's part of the wish, isn't it? Fine, if I don't solve this, they—" he pointed at the fairies "—won't let me go. Who exactly is this Mark and why do you think I can help him?"
Timmy began to explain all about Mark and his infatuation from that memorable time in which chocolate saved the Earth until the most recent crisis.
The Doctor nodded as he listened. "It was a clever move to make me come," he said, finally.
Cosmo folded his arms. "Yeah, well, carbonite is still my first choice."
"Right now I won't go into details of how irresponsible of you was to let a Yugopotamian loose on Earth, even if he thinks he can't take humans in battle," the Doctor said at the fairies' general direction. "Luckily, neutralizing his kind is easy once you get a hold of their psychology. Have you tried to threaten him with a basket full of kittens?"
"Yes," Wanda said. "And we added three puppies juggling pines on a pony."
"Even Phillip the girl nickel tried to hug him, but nothing worked," Cosmo said, far too dramatically. "Poor Phillip's heart is broken! No-one had never ignored her like that before!"
"Mark's too upset," Timmy said. "He wants to go in the most spectacular way possible."
"Well, he's young. Youngsters have an inclination for drama." The Doctor kept silent for a moment and then added, "I think we could exploit that if we want to get rid of him for good."
"I—I don't want to get rid of Mark for good!" Timmy said.
The Doctor fixed his eyes on Timmy's. "Yugopotamians are good at destroying things and little else," he said, gently. "Taking him away from this planet is the only effective way to prevent him from ever blowing it off."
Timmy wibbled; even if it was a little complicated to live near Mark —and be the only one aware of his extraterrestrial origin—, the alien was his friend, after all. "Are you sure?" the boy asked the Doctor.
"Why does everyone keep doubting the expert?" the Doctor claimed, looking up at the ceiling.
"It's an unfortunate human trait," Wanda said.
The Doctor looked at her from the corner of his eye. "Just human?"
Wanda shrugged. "A male trait, then."
"Just male?"
"Hey! I'm the only one in this room who's not questioning you!"
"Owned right there, pal!" Cosmo exclaimed, pointing at the Doctor with a finger. Next, he turned to his godchild. "Timmy, just wish for the carbonite; it's the best course of action because then we could put a light bulb on top of him and make a nice lamp out of Mark. That way you won't get rid of him for good and you'll be able to read at night at the same time!" He turned again and wiggled his eyebrows at the Doctor. "Top that, leather-wearing alien!"
"I can take Mark home, leave him there safe and sound for his parents to keep him that way; make him promise he'll never, ever return nor his descendants until the end of time, and be back before supper. Now you top that, neuron-impaired fairy!"
"You—you just think you're clever because you have a British accent!"
Wanda floated towards her husband and grabbed him by the ear. "Cosmo, stop it!"
"You're sticking with him because you like his accent, you traitor" Cosmo wailed. "You have a thing for exotic accents! Like the Doctor's or Wandissimo's! For all I know, you've been fawning all over Jorgen behind my back! And you don't like me because I'm not exotic!"
"Of course I like you, Cosmo!" Wanda said, letting go of Cosmo's ear. "There's nothing wrong with not being exotic!"
Cosmo's eyes widened. "D'you mean it?"
"Absolutely. I married you, didn't I?"
Cosmo's face brightened as he hugged his wife. "I love you too, Wanda!"
The Doctor scratched his nose. "To a point, there's a comfort in knowing some things will never change."
"Can you really do everything you said?" Timmy asked the Doctor.
The Doctor beamed. "Is Cosmo an idiot? All I need is to know where Mark is and to have the Tardis available."
"About the ship, I'm not sure..." Wanda began.
"Why not?" Timmy asked. "Cosmo said the Doctor's spaceship fits inside the room."
"There are adult humans in there, Timmy. They're not supposed to see us, remember?" Wanda said.
"Yes, I know. But they don't have to; you two could stay in the fish bowl while they're around," Timmy said.
"Well..."
"Please, do that," the Doctor said. "And pay special attention to the part where you remain in complete silence. Come on, boy, wish away!"
A blonde girl and a young man stepped out of the Doctor's Tardis —and the ship did keep true to the title of 'the ship that fits inside the room'. Both of the Doctor's friends looked understandably perplexed at suddenly being at an ordinary child's bedroom instead of being, who knows, at an intergalactic monster's lair or wherever they went in the Doctor's quest for knowledge.
"Timmy, these are Rose Tyler and Captain Jack Harkness," the Doctor said. "Rose, Jack, this is Timmy Turner; he'll be our host for today."
"Uh, nice meeting you..." Rose said, hesitatingly, looking from Timmy to the Doctor.
"Likewise," Jack said, also tentatively.
The Doctor gave an energetic nod. "Good. Now that we all know each other, people, listen up: we have an over-dramatic alien named Mark who wants to blow off the Earth over a broken heart. We're going to make him go home." He clapped his hands. "So, where to, Timmy? The sooner we deal with this, the better."
Timmy grabbed the fish bowl —just in case there was an emergency. "C'mon! I'll take you there."
"Hold on a minute!" Rose exclaimed, pointing at the Doctor with a finger. "You're going to take a child to catch an alien that wants to make the Earth explode?"
"He knows where the alien is," the Doctor replied, candidly.
"Don't worry; Mark's not that bad," Timmy said.
"No, he just wants to destroy us all," Jack said.
"I don't believe Mark's conscious about the final implications of what he's doing," the Doctor said. "Yugopotamians rarely are; they're naive in a particular and very dangerous way."
"Yugopoamians?" Jack asked, eyebrows raised.
"Heard of them?" the Doctor asked.
"I haven't," Rose said.
"And I've only heard of them," Jack said. "As far as I know, they resist to trade with humans. At least in my time."
"Oh," the Doctor said simply as he looked at Timmy from the corner of his eye. "I wonder why."
Timmy suddenly realized how interesting his fish bowl was. He also noticed both fishes appeared to be whistling and he hoped no-one else had seen that —and he made a note of talking with them about subtlety.
Rose raised her hand. "So, what's one of those Yugo—uh..."
"—potamians," supplied the Doctor.
"Thank you. What is one of them doing here?"
"He's in love with my babysitter," Timmy said, deadpan.
"But she doesn't love him back which leads us to the broken heart over which he wants to literally say goodbye to everything," the Doctor said. "Now that's all cleared up, can we move, people?"
The group, led by Timmy and his fish bowl, walked all the way from the boy's room to the kitchen, but before they could leave the house, his parents showed up.
"Honey! We're home!" mom said in a singsong voice.
"We can see," the Doctor chanted too through a mocking grin. Just as Timmy was thinking of a good excuse to explain the group of strangers in the house, the Doctor took out a wallet from a pocked and showed its content to Timmy's parents. "Mr. and Mrs. Turner, we are inspectors from your son's school. We're here to see he's getting enough exercise."
"It's very important, you see," Rose added.
"Oh!" dad said. "That's very thoughtful of the school. How's Timmy doing, then?"
"Good, good," the Doctor said. "But right now he's behind his quota at the moment, so we're going to taking him to the park to have it all filled out."
"Why do you need three inspectors for one child?" mom asked. "And is there a special reason why you're foreign?"
"We're part of an international inspectors exchange program," Jack said. "We're short on supervisors, so each one of us has to take two inspectors to... uh, supervise."
"So, you're a supervisor," mom said as she looked attentively at Jack from head to toe. "Aren't you a little young?"
"I assure you I'm quite capable, ma'am," Jack replied, winking at her.
At that point, Timmy lost track of what exactly was going on.
Mom giggled; Jack smiled; dad said something Timmy didn't quite understand; Rose snorted behind her hand, and the Doctor, somehow, managed to drag everyone out of the house while mom and dad remained in the kitchen discussing something about 'taking turns'.
"What was all that about?" Timmy asked, once he and the supervisors (and the fish) were on the street.
"Ask your fish later," the Doctor answered.
"There's no need to be that rude, Doctor," Rose said.
"I'm not," the Doctor said, sounding a little hurt. "And it was all Jack's fault to begin with," he added sharply.
"Nature's fault, in any case," Jack replied, grinning, rubbing his chin.
"I still don't get it," Timmy said.
"You will. Someday. I promise," the Doctor said. "So, where to, Timmy?"
Timmy sighed. At this rate, he'd have to ask AJ, since this looked like the sort of things that Wanda didn't want to talk about, that Cosmo didn't know about, and that Jorgen answered by making everyone within a ratio of half a mile to do push-ups.
"The junkyard," Timmy said as he lead the way.
"You know, you must have a very interesting babysitter for a Yugopotamian to show such devotion," the Doctor said, suddenly, after a couple of blocks.
"Evil is the word you're looking for," Timmy said.
"Oh, come on! It can't be that bad," Jack said.
"Actually, it can," the Doctor said. "Yupotamians tend to be attracted by individual of remarkably aggressive personality and control issues."
At that momment, Timmy ran to hug the Doctor's leg, overcame by a joy like one he had never felt before; no adult had ever believed him about Vicky, specially if they hadn't set eyes on her, and even adults who knew her resisted to believe she was evil. The Doctor, Timmy thought as he rubbed his cheek against the alien'sleather pants, was really something.
"It looks like you got yourself an admirer, Doctor," Jack said.
"I think it's cute how he does that without dropping the fish bowl," Rose said.
"Come on, boy! We need to get to Mark! Are you listening to me?" the Doctor said as he shook his leg. "You two, stop laughing! This isn't funny!"
"We're not laughing... much," Jack said.
"I wasn't talking to you!" the Doctor replied, still shaking his leg.
Timmy finally let go of the Doctor's leg, but he still felt filled with happiness. He even thought he could ask the alien to also take Vicky some planet far, far away, since he realized how toxic she was. But he'd do it later, once they'd taken care of Mark. "Let's go, then!" He smiled broadly and got ready to give the first step to a life of happiness. However, before his foot touched theconcrete beneath it, a shadow appeared.
And a squeal. A hideous squeal that foretold one of the most terrifying things that could ever happen to anyone and it had to happen right that moment: Vicky, answering to some sort of mystical cue, showed up and ogled Jack just as she'd done it when she'd believed Timmy to be a Norwegian supermodel named Gah. "But what do we have here?" she asked, and Timmy could just imagine her eyes becoming heart-shaped.
Having been in that same position before, the boy felt sorry for poor Jack. Then again, he was a true adult, and the Doctor was right next to him too, so he had a better chance of getting out unscathed, specially if he warned them all about the danger. "That is Vicky! My babysitter!" he called, pointing at her.
Vicky, of course, noticed him right then. And she got angry, as usual. "What are you doing here, you—" She stopped in the middle of the growl; she was surrounded by adults after all, and one of them had caught her eye, even. "—you little angel?" she finished, batting her eyelashes and showing all of her teeth in a smile too wide to be mistaken for a sincere one.
Timmy frowned. He felt brave now he knew he was around adults Vicky couldn't fool.
"She doesn't look that evil," Jack said right then.
Timmy hit his forehead against the fish bowl. Repeatedly.
Immediately, Vicky clung to Jack's arm. "But, tell me, what's your name, pretty boy?"
"I'm Jack Harkness and you're too young, sorry, kid," Jack said as he tried to remove Vicky's claws from him. Tried being the operative word. "Um, excuse me, would you mind?"
"Would I mind... what? Showing you around Dimmsdale? Sure thing!" she said, forcing him across the street.
"Remember, it's all Natures's fault!" the Doctor said, not bothering to hide the smugness in his voice as he saw Jack making a huge and failed effort to pull away from Vicky's clutches.
"Control issues, you said?" Rose whispered towards the Doctor.
"Yeah, I did say that. Pretty evident ones too. It's for her that you have your... fish, isn't it, boy?" the Doctor said.
Timmy nodded.
The Doctor sighed. "Anyway, come on, I'm sure Jack can take care of himself while we take care of the rest and I don't want to waste more time."
"You are going to leave him alone with her?" Timmy said.
The Doctor sighed once more, this time more deeply. "As I said, he can take care of himself."
"He's been in the army and we've all been in worse situations and survived," Rose said. "That's nothing to worry about."
Somehow, Timmy doubted that.
"To the junkyard, then," the Doctor said, pointing his finger to the horizon —and in the wrong direction.
Timmy wasn't sure that leaving the poor guy on his own with Vicky was the right thing to do, but the Operation Mark had priority, so he lifted his foot again to lead the way when another shadow appeared over the concrete.
And another cry, though this one was more desperate. Far more desperate.
"Oh, no," Timmy moaned.
Even the Doctor inhaled through his teeth and winced.
"Green with tentacles," Rose pointed out, eyes fixed on the newly arrived. "That's the Yugopotamian, right?"
The Doctor nodded. "Yep. What a lousy timing."
Lousy was a very mild word, Timmy thought.
Meanwhile, Mark looked like if he'd frozen in a screaming fit as he looked how Vicky dragged Jack around the corner.
"What do we do now?" Rose asked.
"Let me think," the Doctor said.
Right that moment, from the street Jack and Vicky had disappeared to, came noises from screeching tires, honking, and then screeching tires again. Less than ten seconds later, Timmy's parent's car turned around the corner, carrying a very confused Jack on the back seat. "I'm sorry, Vicky, but we saw him first!" Timmy's dad yelled through the window.
"That's not fair!" Vicky yelled back, running after them as fast as she could. Which wasn't fast enough. "Finders, keepers!"
"We're still blaming Nature for that one, I gather," Rose said, amused.
"Jack should be hating her by now, but she actually made us a favor this once," the Doctor replied, gesturing towards Mark, who was silent now.
Seeing Vicky by herself seemed to have done the trick for Mark; the only noise coming out from him now was a fast breathing. He attempted to move towards her, but he stopped. He hunched and turned away, the vivid image of alien despair.
Timmy looked at the Doctor, who nodded.
"Mark, wait!" Timmy said then. "There's someone I want you to meet."
Mark turned around slowly and looked at the group. He sighed, sadly and deeply. "I—I see what you're trying to do, Timmy—"
"You do?" Timmy, the Doctor, and Rose asked.
"—and though I appreciate your efforts, my heart aches too much and I don't like blondes."
Ah.
"It's not that!" Timmy, the Doctor, and Rose hurried to say.
"Please, listen to me," the Doctor said, reaching towards Mark. "There are some things I want to talk you about. I'm an alien too; I'm a Time Lord."
Mark stared blankly as he didn't know what a Time Lord was and that upset the Doctor. Though, luckily, he seemed to get over it fast enough.
"You can't stay on Earth any longer," the Doctor continued. "You need to go back home."
"Home?" Mark said. "I don't have any—"
"Mark," the Doctor cut him, "pay attention to me. There are many non-blonde, fierce warrior maidens out there in the universe who would be happy with a fine Yugopotamian specimen like yourself; you don't have to stay here pining for a woman who doesn't deserve you."
The remark incensed the green alien. "What do you mean she doesn't deserve me? It is me who doesn't deserve her! Just look at her! Look at that adorable predatory visage upon her face!" he claimed, using one of his tentacles to point across the street, where a chase was taking place.
Somehow, Jack had escaped from Timmy's parent's car and was running as fast as he could in the middle of the street, followed by Vicky —who looked quite terrifying indeed— and Timmy's parents just behind her, sans car. Apparently, the captain did have his resources.
"No, you look at her!" the Doctor said. "She's pursuing another man! And why does she do that? Because she's incapable of seeing how much you are worth!"
Mark stared at Vicky and wibbled. "S—she can't—"
"But you are worth a lot, Mark! That's why you need to move on and find someone else, someone who understands how great you are!"
Mark wibbled again but he now turned to the Doctor. "D—do you think I could—?" he asked, putting one of his tentacles over his mouth.
The Doctor smiled broadly. "More than think about it, I'm sure of it!"
"The Doctor's good," Timmy said, awed.
"Yes," Rose said. "Just don't tell him; his ego is big enough as it is."
"And what are we going to do with Jack?" Wanda whispered on Timmy's ear. She'd turned into a ladybug and she was sitting down on her godson's shoulder. "It breaks my heart to see the poor dear being harassed like that," she said, as Jack, Vicky, and Timmy's parents passed again in front of them, now running in the opposite direction.
"You only like him because he's handsome," Cosmo said; he was a hummingbird.
"It's not that, Cosmo," Wanda said. "It's about basic decency."
"Come on! Admit it; he's attractive! And his eyes are rather dreamy..." Cosmo made a pause and coughed. "So, how are we going to help him, Timmy?"
"I wish someone nice would come and help Jack," Timmy whispered to his godparents. It was the least he could do for the poor guy.
Cosmo and Wanda flourished their now tiny wands and, at the moment, a white convertible appeared turning around the corner, driven by no-one else than Chip Skylark.
Chip quickly realized it was Icky Vicky who was chasing Jack, so he braked and urged the captain to jump in. Jack did so with an elegant movement and soon he, Chip, and the convertible had became a dot on the horizon.
"Woah, I really need to ask Jack tips about Nature," Rose said. "Who was that?"
"Chip Skylark," Timmy said. "He's a famous singer."
"A cute one too," Rose said.
"Well, even my dad says Chip's delicious."
"I have good news, people," the Doctor intervened. Timmy and Rose (and the fairies) turned towards him and saw he had a hand on what passed by Mark's shoulders. The Yugopotamian looked still somewhat melancholic, but with a hint of hope on his features —and it scared Timmy to realize how much he could read out from the green alien's face. "Mark's ready to go back with his parents," the Doctor continued.
"That's excellent!" Rose said.
"Let's go back to the Tardis," the Doctor said. "The sooner we finish this matter, the better. We can come pick up Jack afterwards."
Rose laughed. "I'd say he's going to appreciate that now."
"Me too," the Doctor said.
Timmy made a mental note of calling AJ to get an appointment as soon as possible.
"I'm going to miss you, Mark," Timmy said as he hugged his alien friend goodbye in front of the Tardis.
"I'll miss you too," Mark said, hugging the boy back. "It was fun. I'll never forget the Earth, nor all the valuable lessons I learned here!"
"That's nice. Now move,"the Doctor said, earning yet another scolding from Rose.
Timmy saw Mark disappearing inside the Doctor's ship and then he saw said ship disappear from his room, just as it had arrived —only with less smoke, since this time it hadn't been a wish.
"Cheer up, sweetheart!" Wanda said, appearing in her fairy form next to Timmy. "He's going to be safe now."
"I know. But I'm still going to miss him."
"And I still think carbonite would've saved us lots of problems," Cosmo said.
"Do you think your mom and your dad and Vicky are going to chase Jack and Chip for long?"
"I don't know. I still don't get what exactly is going on."
"Well, I think I saw a spider on the roof," Wanda said, nervously.
"I want to dress up as a Wookie!" Cosmo said.
"Don't worry, guys, I'm going to ask AJ," Timmy said, deadpan.
"Or maybe an Ewok. What do you think it's cuter?"
"It doesn't matter, Cosmo; if you dress up as a Wookie, you're still going to look like an Ewok," Wanda said. "A hairy Ewok, though."
Timmy turned his attention away from his godparents —he'd never been that much of a Star Wars fan, anyway— and looked out the window.
He was going to miss Mark, but the Earth's safety was worth the sacrifice. Besides, he'd made new friends and, maybe, just maybe, when he came back to pick up Jack, the Doctor would allow Timmy to travel with him in the Tardis, like he did with Rose and the captain.
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[loev on]
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Me gustó, me gustó. Lograste el equilibrio entre las dos series.
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Chip quickly realized it was Icky Vicky who was chasing Jack, so he braked and urged the captain to jump in. Jack did so with an elegant movement and soon he, Chip, and the convertible had became a dot on the horizon.
"Woah, I really need to ask Jack tips about Nature," Rose said. "Who was that?"
"Chip Skylark," Timmy said. "He's a famous singer." = I died. I saw it coming and I still died. *KILLED*
while mom and that remained in the kitchen= and dad
overcame by a joy like one he had never feel before;= never felt
RE: The icon.
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That's exactly the reason I put that line there. XDD
I died. I saw it coming and I still died. *KILLED*
*uses Phoenix Down* /o/
I WON'T BE WRITING CLOW MEETING DROSSERMEYER STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT.
BUT THEY COULD HAVE SO MUCH FUN TALKING ABOUT ETHICS! *RUNS*
Thanks for the corrections. :3
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And, in the continuation, Ten arrives!