Just a silly music video kinda thing that popped up in my head one day.
No warnings, unless you really, really hate/fear the 'Carpenters'.
Disclaimer: I don't make money out of this (well, yet, we might go on tour) and I don't own the lads or the song. Might own part of the audience.
Special thanks to Vermilion Angel for being awesome and for the great beta work..
TOP OF THE WORLD
by wuemsel
Doyle had a song stuck in his head. As if that wasn't bad enough, it was the bloody 'Carpenters'.
'Top of the world' had been on the radio when he'd been under the shower that morning, reminding him once again that he really needed to overcome his weird paranoia and put it within reach of the bath. Hadn't the time when he'd been running around with 'Don't give up on us, baby' in his head for days taught him anything?
Now he was stuck with one and a half lines that played over and over and over again in that cheerful Karen Carpenter voice, which he really didn't fancy hearing over his largely sophisticated ponderings on their latest case.
Of course earworms, like tapeworms, wanted out, and so he found himself singing "Not a cloud in the sky, got the hm hm hm hm..." under his breath while he searched through a pile of files on his desk at the office.
No matter how often he bit his lip and growled and groaned when he noticed, it would sneak back up at him from deep inside his brain and force its way out the moment he wasn't paying attention.
Which he wasn't, when Murphy walked in carrying more files.
His back to the door, Doyle didn't even notice until Murphy finished - in a non-surprisingly smooth singing voice - the line he'd kept forgetting.
"...Sun in my eyes, and I..." At Doyle's whirling around and staring at him, Murphy shrugged helplessly. "Won't be surprised if-"
"It's a dream," Doyle joined in, almost against his will. What a relief to finally have someone prompt the bloody lines to him. Part of the torture was not knowing the lyrics you felt a desperate urge to sing.
Now that he wasn't alone anymore it was easy.
As he stepped forward to help Murphy with the load of folders he was carrying they continued singing, "Everything I want the world to be…" They threw the files on the desk. "...Is now coming true especially for meeeeee..."
"Oi, someone seen the Carson fi-" Bodie's voice came from the door. He was browsing through another folder, not looking at the scene in the room.
"And the reason is cleeaaar...."
"Eh?" Lifting his head, he found his colleagues grinning at him as they sang.
"It's because you are heeereeee...."
Bodie stood and stared.
"You're the nearest thing to heaven that I've seeeeen."
That brought an approving little nod, and with a shrug Bodie joined in for the chorus, stepping into the room to drop more files on Doyle's desk.
"I'm on the - top of the wo-orld, looking..." Doyle and Murphy stopped to let Bodie sing, "... down on creation" by himself before joining in again.
"And the only explanation I can fiiiiind is the love that I found ever since you've been around...."
Standing around the desk, they finished, "Your love put me at the tooop of the world," then Bodie and Murphy fell into a background humming, so Doyle could repeat the last line to end.
Clapping and whistling from the door.
Turning, the Singing Agents found half of CI5's finest crowding in their doorway, applauding enthusiastically.
They bowed, taking their time accepting the appreciation.
"Be sure not to miss the encore after lunch," Doyle announced.
Laughing, the audience left the room, leaving the three agents with their heaps of files.
"Feelin' better now that you've infected everybody on this floor?" Murphy asked.
Doyle thought about it, then grinned. "Hm mm."
"All right, let's get back to work then, shall we?"
THE END