Particularly if she could get them naked....

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I know I'm dreadfully late with this but...
 Real life has thrown a wrench into my week. So first, my sincere apologies for my tardiness, and second...

Congratulations to the Doctor Who and Twilight fans for their fantastic showing during the Support Stacie Author Auction, and to all of the other fandoms who participated and helped to raise such an incredible amount of money, including my Office friends who dove in for the first time.

A big shout out to my pal wiggiemomsi  who did an excellent job in rallying the troops. We had a blast playing with you guys in the weeks leading up to the auction and during the auction itself. As I told gioiamia , I have never been so happy to get my butt kicked as I was this weekend. You guys rock!

Now, wiggiemomsi , I know that you are probably sad that I won't get to finish my fabulous DOCTOR Who/Gilmore Girls crossover, but I thought that I would bring it over here for your reading pleasure so that you can gaze upon it longingly and remember the brief shining moment when you owned a piece of  the Mags ;)

The bells chimed as Lorelai swung though the door to the diner. “Hey, Burger Boy, sear me some dead cow, I’m starving!” she called into the kitchen.

“Sit down, shut up, I’ll get to you when I get to you,” Luke’s disembodied voice snarled.

“Please, Luke, please?” Lorelai whined. “Oh! And, I need coffee. Stat! You can just plug a line into my veins.”

Luke stepped out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. “I’ll make you an egg white omelet and pour you a glass of juice,” he said pointedly.

“I need red meat!”

“That’s what she said!” Kirk piped up from his table across the room. He turned to look at Babette and asked, “That was right, wasn’t it? I got it right!”

Babette shrugged. “Beats me, but if he’s the one servin’ it up, count me in,” she screeched, leering at Luke.

“It’s eight forty-five, I’m not making you a burger for breakfast,” Luke growled, shooting Babette a quelling glance.

“Good, because I don’t want to be a burger, I want to eat a burger,” Lorelai answered. “Boy,” she added with a lascivious grin.

“Cut that out,” he whispered. Unable to help himself, Luke leaned across the counter, caught in her gravitational pull.

“What?” Lorelai asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

Luke sighed and pushed away from the counter, reaching for the coffee pot. “Do we still have to go to that thing for your parents?”

“Look at it this way,” Lorelai began, her eyes fixed intently on the stream of dark liquid flowing into her favorite mug. “If you go…” Lorelai stopped abruptly as a loud crash had every head in the diner swiveling toward the window.

“What the…” Luke muttered.

“Where’d that come from?” Babette rasped.

“Was that there before?” Kirk asked with a puzzled frown.

“Cool!” Lorelai said in an awed tone.

“It looks like one ‘a those old phone booth things, like ya see in the movies!” Babette said excitedly. “It just landed there. Plop! On the sidewalk.”

“Uh oh,” Kirk breathed as Taylor emerged from the market. He tugged on his grey cardigan as he made a beeline for the blue box on the sidewalk.

“It says ‘Police’ on it,” Lorelai pointed out. “Did Coop put that there?”

“It just landed there! Boom! Outta the sky!” Babette said as she hurried to press her face to the glass.

“That looks familiar,” Luke murmured.

“Oh yeah? Maybe you had one like it in that magical storage unit of yours,” Lorelai snickered.

Luke turned to glare at her and asked, “You want me to move the cherubs back in?”

“God no,” Lorelai said, barely suppressing a shudder.

Luke turned and stared at the blue box, frowning as he searched his memory. A smirk curved his lips as he saw Taylor rap on the door to the box. “Man, I wish I could hear what he’s saying.”

“You want me to read his lips?” Kirk offered.

“No!” the occupants of the diner chorused.

“I was just offering,” Kirk pouted as he sank back down into his chair.

“Feel your taters,” Lorelai snickered as she took a sip of her coffee.

“What?” Luke asked, shaking his head at her.

“Later, Babe, I’ll feel your taters later.”

Luke cocked his head as he turned back to the tableau playing out on the sidewalk. A crowd had gathered around the mysterious blue box as Taylor continued to demand an explanation. He blinked and then grinned as he exclaimed, “Dr. Who! It looks like the police box from Dr. Who!”

Lorelai reared back a bit as she stared at him, stunned. “Oh my God. The Star Trek stuff isn’t enough? Is there no end to your geekiness?” she mocked.

“I love that show!” Kirk crowed.

“Great, I’m sleeping with Kirk’s nerdish soulmate,” Lorelai groaned.

“Not funny,” Luke snapped.

“You want me to leave you two alone so that you can cuddle up on the sofa and watch a little SciFi channel together?” she asked earnestly.

“I’m just sayin’ that was the kind of box they used on the show,” Luke grumbled, turning away.

“Aw, don’t go, Captain,” Lorelai said as she reached out and grasped his arm. “I’ll let you beam me up later,” she promised. “I think my tribbles can use a little trouble.”

“I’ve got work to do,” he muttered.

“The door is opening!” Babette screeched, pressing her nose and both hands to the glass.

“You’ll have to put some Windex on that,” Lorelai whispered to Luke as she stood up to get a better view.

They watched as Taylor’s eyes widened, and he took a large step back from the blue police box. Kirk craned his neck and said, “I don’t see anyone.”

“Look down,” Babette said as she pointed toward the bottom of the box.

“Oh God,” Luke groaned as he turned away.

“It’s Paul Anka!” Babette cackled as she pointed to the shaggy dog sitting just inside of the box.

“Dr. Who regenerated into Lorelai and Luke’s dog?” Kirk asked.

“Lorelai’s dog, not mine,” Luke corrected.

“Aw, Paul Anka!” Lorelai cooed as she waved to him through the window. “Mommy’s so proud of you!”

“Don’t encourage him,” Luke snapped.

Lorelai turned to Luke with a brilliant smile. “See? I told you he was smart. Doors mean nothing to him, and now, look! He has invented time travel! Now I can go back and right all of the tragic fashion wrongs of my past,” she said excitedly. “Never again will I fall for the whole gaucho thing,” she vowed.

“Yes, well, that would make everything alright,” Luke said dryly.

“Gimme some broccoli, Senor Crankypants, Mommy’s boy deserves a treat!”


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"...I know that you are probably sad that I won't get to finish my fabulous DOCTOR Who/Gilmore Girls crossover, but I thought that I would bring it over here for your reading pleasure so that you can gaze upon it longingly and remember the brief shining moment when you owned a piece of the Mags."

My poor, poor Doctor Who! Ok, it is a kinda, umm, "cute" ficlet, I suppose. But I still say the Doctor should have landed the TARDIS on top of Luke's head, then gone off with Lorelai as his new companion, to live in the WHO-niverse!! Now THAT would have been worth reading!!


It was great fun trying to *win* you! You have a very loyal *flist*, who just wouldn't let you go over to ... the Doctor's side. Hope we can have as much fun come the next auction!

*Appreciative Hugs*

Edited at 2009-04-10 02:48 am (UTC)

Hee, that twas AWESOME! Usually I refuse to do anything that has anything to do with Dr. Who cause my sister likes it so I think it's laaaaaame. I thought this was funny as hell though^^.... I'm stalking you on LiveJournal now! Yaaaaaaaay.

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