Title: The Amazing Epic Love Story of Bass Isles and Jo Friday Rizzoli in 3D
Rating:
PG-13 (for mentions of inter-species love and probably bad tortoise language in future chapters)
Summary:
See title.
Disclaimer:
even if I owned Bass and Jo, I don't think I could actually make any money off them.
Notes:
Yes, this is crack. No, I don't actually ship them. As far as you know.


The Amazing Epic Love Story of Bass Isles and Jo Friday Rizzoli in 3D
Chapter 1: The Whispers

We hear the whispers, of course we do. That it's wrong. That it's gross. That it goes against nature. That he could be my father (okay, well, not really since he's a tortoise and I'm a dog, but purely based on age he could be my father). That it simply can't work physically...can it? (Let me assure you, it can). That he's a fan of The Warblers and I'm a fan of Brittania and Faberry and surely there isn't a middle ground. That we don't even speak the same language, hell we don't even speak any language. That we better be taking precautions because if we had babies they'd be these strange little reptilio-mammalia-hybrids with hairy shells. Oh, yes, we hear all these whispers, but we don't care.

For what we have...what we have transcends species. Transcends Glee. Transcends limitations. Transcends small minds with small imaginations.

What we have is love.