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remindmeofthe) wrote2009-05-03 10:40 pm
remindmeofthe) wrote2009-05-03 10:40 pm
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Yeah, so. You know Chuck and Dollhouse? The shows I was grousing about the other day? No? Well. I was. So, of course, I ended up writing a crossover snippet. It would not go away.
And so I give you Chuck/Dollhouse: A crossover that makes perfect sense as long as you don't think about it too deeply. No real spoilers for either show beyond the basic premises.
Chuck is running late.
He's long since given up worrying about this affecting his job, and or indeed wondering why Big Mike even bothers making up schedules when everyone seems to come in whenever they please. Still, he likes to at least try to be on time. He pretends that it helps make up for the fact that he seems to spend more of his shift time in the Castle than in the Buy More.
He's about fifteen minutes behind when he pulls into employee parking; as he gets out of the car, he sees Casey over at the delivery dock, loading something into a black van. He's dismissing it, focused on the time and on getting inside the store, when he sees a woman step out of the van. She's dressed conservatively, dark-colored business dress, looking like she's heading in for a day at the office. Chuck slows down, watching her put a hand on the dolly Casey's pushing.
Interesting outfit for helping to wrestle a big, heavy box into a van.
"Casey, it's time for your treatment," he hears her say.
Casey looks at her and lets go of the dolly. "All right."
Chuck changes direction, making a beeline for the van.
"Hey, Casey," he says, putting on his best look-I'm-so-harmless smile (which is, despite all the practice he's had, still twitchy around the edges), "what -"
The woman turns and looks at him. Chuck stops cold.
Jane Guerin. Rossum Corporation employee. The Rossum building, another building, underground schematics, a series of faces going past so rapidly that Chuck's eyes could never keep up but his mind sees them all and Casey is there.
Chuck comes back to himself with a gasp.
Oh my god.
"What. What's up Casey can I talk to you for a second in private guy talk sorry you know how it is.' His words tumble over each other, the smile he aims at Jane Guerin more of a rictus than a smile.
"After my treatment," Casey says.
"What? Noooo," Chuck says with painful forced joviality. "You don't need a treatment. For anything! Look at you!" He gives Casey a thumping pat on the chest. Casey answers with a glare and subvocal snarl, but for once they don't even register. Chuck just grins at him desperately. "Picture of health! That's our Casey, healthiest guy I know, you must have the wrong guy because this one doesn't need any treatments . . ."
Clue in, Casey, any time, any time just clue in -
But Casey's face stays blankly annoyed, and that's wrong, he should have noticed something was up about three seconds after Chuck started talking, what the hell is going on?
No. Chuck knows what's going on, what happens in that underground building, and he's this close to throwing up as Casey turns his back on him and gets into the van.
"No no no! No treatment! Casey, Casey, c'mon, Casey!" He tries to climb in after Casey, but Jane Guerin grabs his arm in a grip strong enough to bruise.
"If you don't want your handler to have a nervous breakdown, Mr Bartowski," she says, "you'll walk away now."
Handler? Chuck stares. "Who are you?" She's not Fulcrum. The flash would have said.
"You'll get him back in one piece," she replies. "Tomorrow."
Chuck opens his mouth to say he doesn't even know what - to beg her to at least let him go with Casey, to keep an eye on him, to do whatever - but she gets into the van and closes the door. The van drives away. Chuck stares after it, then turns and runs to the Orange Orange.
*
"Hello, Delta. How are you feeling?"
"Did I fall asleep?"
"For a little while."
"Shall I go now?"
"If you like."
And so I give you Chuck/Dollhouse: A crossover that makes perfect sense as long as you don't think about it too deeply. No real spoilers for either show beyond the basic premises.
Chuck is running late.
He's long since given up worrying about this affecting his job, and or indeed wondering why Big Mike even bothers making up schedules when everyone seems to come in whenever they please. Still, he likes to at least try to be on time. He pretends that it helps make up for the fact that he seems to spend more of his shift time in the Castle than in the Buy More.
He's about fifteen minutes behind when he pulls into employee parking; as he gets out of the car, he sees Casey over at the delivery dock, loading something into a black van. He's dismissing it, focused on the time and on getting inside the store, when he sees a woman step out of the van. She's dressed conservatively, dark-colored business dress, looking like she's heading in for a day at the office. Chuck slows down, watching her put a hand on the dolly Casey's pushing.
Interesting outfit for helping to wrestle a big, heavy box into a van.
"Casey, it's time for your treatment," he hears her say.
Casey looks at her and lets go of the dolly. "All right."
Chuck changes direction, making a beeline for the van.
"Hey, Casey," he says, putting on his best look-I'm-so-harmless smile (which is, despite all the practice he's had, still twitchy around the edges), "what -"
The woman turns and looks at him. Chuck stops cold.
Jane Guerin. Rossum Corporation employee. The Rossum building, another building, underground schematics, a series of faces going past so rapidly that Chuck's eyes could never keep up but his mind sees them all and Casey is there.
Chuck comes back to himself with a gasp.
Oh my god.
"What. What's up Casey can I talk to you for a second in private guy talk sorry you know how it is.' His words tumble over each other, the smile he aims at Jane Guerin more of a rictus than a smile.
"After my treatment," Casey says.
"What? Noooo," Chuck says with painful forced joviality. "You don't need a treatment. For anything! Look at you!" He gives Casey a thumping pat on the chest. Casey answers with a glare and subvocal snarl, but for once they don't even register. Chuck just grins at him desperately. "Picture of health! That's our Casey, healthiest guy I know, you must have the wrong guy because this one doesn't need any treatments . . ."
Clue in, Casey, any time, any time just clue in -
But Casey's face stays blankly annoyed, and that's wrong, he should have noticed something was up about three seconds after Chuck started talking, what the hell is going on?
No. Chuck knows what's going on, what happens in that underground building, and he's this close to throwing up as Casey turns his back on him and gets into the van.
"No no no! No treatment! Casey, Casey, c'mon, Casey!" He tries to climb in after Casey, but Jane Guerin grabs his arm in a grip strong enough to bruise.
"If you don't want your handler to have a nervous breakdown, Mr Bartowski," she says, "you'll walk away now."
Handler? Chuck stares. "Who are you?" She's not Fulcrum. The flash would have said.
"You'll get him back in one piece," she replies. "Tomorrow."
Chuck opens his mouth to say he doesn't even know what - to beg her to at least let him go with Casey, to keep an eye on him, to do whatever - but she gets into the van and closes the door. The van drives away. Chuck stares after it, then turns and runs to the Orange Orange.
*
"Hello, Delta. How are you feeling?"
"Did I fall asleep?"
"For a little while."
"Shall I go now?"
"If you like."