AN: And so begins my second fic in this little "crossover saga" I've got goin'. This time around it's a three-way story, with my (at the moment) second favorite Doctor, Sylvester McCoy.
I've got quite a few of my next fics planned out, but I'm willing to take suggestions for whatever properties you guys think I should cross DW over with next. Specifically, I'm open to suggestions for the 1st, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 9th and 10th Doctors. If anyone has any ideas for a crossover they'd like to see with any of those particular Doctors, I'll take a look and pick whichever idea I can work best with.
And no, I probably won't end up doing one for the War Doctor unless I'm asked.
ANYWAY, setting up the things; In terms of continuity, this is set after Survival from The Doctor and Ace's perspective, and after the first film in both AF and MIB's case.
The Addams' will be based largely on their film versions, and while I assume both that movie and Men In Black are set in the year they came out, I decided it wouldn't be too harmful to just shift things around time-wise, for the sake of the story.
But whatever, on with the show.
We begin inside the home of one particularly spooky family. A pair of children by the names Pugsley and Wednesday were amusing themselves as only children could.
Whilst the former lay underneath a swinging pendulum, the latter had a large whirring blade making its way to where she lay chained. The intent was to see which method would be most effective for future games of their's.
Overseeing the event to make sure nothing interrupted was the children's Uncle Fester.
"I'm telling you kids, this isn't necessary." Said Fester with a smile. "When your father and I did this, the saw always came out on top!"
"It may cut faster," Wednesday said in her usual dour tone, "But sometimes you want the results to be more...drawn out."
It was just then that Morticia, the matriarch of the family, stepped into the children's room. She gave her son and daughter a small smile and a shake of the head.
"Now Wednesday, Pugsley, you know your father is having a guest over. Are you certain you want to tucker yourselves out with games before they arrive?"
After the siblings shared a glance and a shrug, Wednesday looked up to her mother.
"I suppose further study can be postponed for the moment." she said.
Morticia nodded.
"Fester," she said as she exited the room and headed down the stairs, "be a dear and untie them."
"Aw, but it was just getting to the good part." Fester mumbled, doing as he was told nonetheless.
"So who is this friend of Gomez' anyway?" Fester asked Morticia as they and the children walked to the dining room.
"Ah yes, they met while you were still missing." Morticia said. "He's a doctor, and a very agreeable sort. He's paid us a few visits now, I'm sure you'll get along. Not to mention he and Gomez are always swapping stories."
"Speaking of that husband of yours, where is he?" asked Grandmama.
The eldest of the family was working over the cauldron, preparing that night's meal, when suddenly a foil came spinning into the room and just barely missing her as it pinned itself into the wall.
The family looked to foil, their question effectively answered.
"Fencing." They said in unison, as Grandmama pulled the foil from the wall and dropped it into the cauldron.
Just next door, Morticia's husband was fencing with a floating, disembodied hand.
"That's two-to-zero, Thing!" he said enthusiastically, having just won another round against the hand. As Thing went to grab another foil, a knock was heard on the front door.
"Ah-HA!" Gomez yelled, gaining the rest of the family's attention as he bolted to the door, where the manservant Lurch was waiting at the door.
"Well?" Gomez prodded, "Come on, open it up, Lurch old man."
"He certainly is early." Morticia noted as she and the others followed Gomez, gathering at the door to greet their guest.
"Doctor, old man!" Gomez yelled as Lurch opened the door. "How lovely to see y-"
Gomez never got to finish that sentence, as at that exact moment a red flash rang out in front of them, momentarily blinding the whole family.
Exactly what happened next, they would have a fuzzy time remembering.
The stark white corridors of the TARDIS where filled with the sound of clattering footsteps, as a young woman by the name of Dorothy Gale 'Ace' McShane wandered through them.
"Hey Doctor!" called Ace, bundles of clothes piled in her arms, "What exactly should I be wearing to this...THING that we're going to, anyway?"
In the console, the man she addressed was sitting calmly in a foldable chair, his feet propped up on the console and a cup of tea in his hand.
"It's not a 'thing', Ace." The Doctor admonished, raising the cup to his lips, "It's a dinner party. Honestly, must you use that word to describe everything?"
"I know, I know. But if it's hosted by these friends of yours, I wanna make sure I look right by them, you know?"
This elicited a chuckle from The Doctor. "Honestly, I'd say you'd be right by them in just about anything. They're not the type to judge."
"Well if that's the case I'm going with my usual jacket." said Ace with a grin.
"Oh, and by the way, have you got of that Nitro 9 on you?" The Doctor asked, referring to the girl's favored homemade explosive.
"Yeah." Ace answered as she entered the console room. She was in a simple shirt and skirt underneath her large leather jacket, filled to the brim with sewn on badges and even her name. "Why, do you want me to leave it?"
"No, no." said The Doctor with a shake of the head. "By all means, bring it. They love that sort of thing. Now, why don't you sit down and have some tea?"
Ace raised an eyebrow, but then gave a shrug as she grabbed a cup and took a sip.
Moments later, the TARDIS materialized outside of a rather large and imposing gothic estate. It wasn't quite a giant stone Pennsylvanian Castle, but to Ace it certainly gave off the vibe of one.
"That's where they live?" asked the girl as she and The Doctor left the blue box. The man himself was wearing his usual hat and quasi on mark vest, along with his scarf and brown coat. His trusty umbrella was held in his hand.
"Indeed it is." he said.
"...Wicked."
"Very."
The Doctor raised his umbrella and knocked it against the door. This relatively loud noise was followed by a much louder shout of "Ah-HA!", and a moment later the door swung open, greeting Ace and. The Doctor with a rather odd sight.
The one who had opened the door was a a rather large and imposing man. He reminded Ace of Frankenstein's Monster, only paler and nicely dressed. Next to him was a man in a pinstriped suit with slicked hair, wild eyes and a large grin.
"DOCTOR!" shouted the suited man, pulling The Doctor into a hug.
"Gomez!" said The Doctor, pulling out of the hug to point between Gomez and Ace.
"Gomez, this is Ace. Ace, say hello to Gomez Addams."
"Hey." Said Ace as she accepted a rather vigorous handshake from Gomez.
"Nice to meet you, dear."
"Yes," said the tall woman with a hand on Gomez' shoulder. "Very nice indeed."
She had a pitch black dress that was both imposing and elegant. Oddly enough, though the room seemed to be well lit, her face appeared to be in a perpetual half-shadow. A band of light from her nose to the bottom of her forehead was all that kept her from being in complete shade. With long black hair and red lips, she gave the impression of a vampire.
"Morticia!" The Doctor said, raising the woman's free hand to lips. "Beautiful as ever."
As Ace introduced herself, The Doctor pulled his hat off and knelt down to face the two kids near Morticia.
"Pugsley, Wednesday, you've grown quite a bit."
"It's because of the torture rack!" Pugsley said proudly.
"The what?" Ace said, leaning over as if to confirm what she'd heard.
"Nothing!" The Doctor said. "Hey, kids, have a look here."
The Doctor then waved a hand over his hat and snapped his fingers, before pulling a dead rabbit out of his head. With a smile, he handed the corpse to the children.
"I get the skull." Said Wednesday to her brother. "You can keep the entrails."
As Pugsley nodded his head, Ace turned from the very off-putting children, only to see yet another strange sight.
Standing above the children was a pale, hunched over man with sunken in eyes, a toothy grin, and no hair to speak of. Ace flinched away from the man with a shout, as he seemed to be sniffing her. Or, more specifically, her backpack.
"I smell...*sniff*...nitroglycerin." he said, as The Doctor rose to meet the man.
"Why hello." He said. "I don't think we've met."
"Ah, yes!" said Gomez, grabbing the Doctor's hand and clasping it to Fester's. "This is my beloved, despised, long-lost, and recently un-lost brother Fester!"
The Doctor raised his hat to Fester, before turning to the Frankenstein-looking man.
"Hello Lurch." he said, before Gomez enthusiastically led him and the others back to kitchen.
"Come in, come in, we've left you out long enough. Dinner's about ready."
Ace was left alone with Lurch momentarily, as he closed the door behind the lot of them.
"...Hey." she said with a short wave.
Lurch gave only a groan in response. After a pause, Ace simply went to follow the others.
"So," The Doctor said, "memory restoration properties via lightning, eh? Must say I've never truly looked into that..."
Gomez gave a hearty laugh in response.
"There's things that the great wide universe can't teach, that you can only learn in this house my friend."
As the family entered the kitchen, they moved to sit down, while The Doctor stood frozen at the head of the table.
"Professor?" Ace said, using her common nickname for the Time Lord. "What's wrong."
Not giving an answer, The Doctor merely looked at the far side of the table. Stating directly across from him was what looked like a relatively young African-American man. Clad in both a black suit and a frown, the man remained silent and eyed the two newcomers with a look of suspicion before Gomez gave him a pat on the shoulder.
"McTaggert, my friend. Meet an old friend of ours, The Doctor. And Ace."
A pause followed, before Gomez decided to pick up again.
"This here is Agent McTaggert. He's here to inspect the house, make sure it's up to...some standards or another." It seemed like Gomez couldn't resist rolling his eyes on that last sentence.
Eventually, everyone had sat themselves down, and Gomez continued to catch The Doctor up. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, but Ace couldn't help but notice more quick glances shared between The Doctor and the man in black.
Little did any of them know, there was yet another guest in the house. One that none of them were aware of. One that was stalking the halls at that very moment.