FIC: Family Business (The Pie Hole Remix) (Wonderfalls/Pushing Daisies, Gen, PG)

Title: Family Business (The Pie Hole Remix)
Author: aphrodite_mine (written for remixredux09)
Summary: Mystical forces send Jaye to The Pie Hole.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Wonderfalls/Pushing Daisies
Spoilers and/or Warnings: general spoilers for both series
Title, Author and URL of original story: Mistaken Identity by storydivagirl
Thanks: to scoured and prozacpark for betaing.

It had been seven months, six weeks and eighteen days since Jaye Tyler had last indulged in pie. Of course, she hadn’t considered it an indulgence at the time, sitting at the table with her mother, father, Sharon and Aaron, wishing she’d had the foresight to go with her gut as usual and spend the evening curled on a bar stool, downing free kamikazes care of the one person in Niagara Falls she might–if sufficiently soused–call her own.
And like that night, tonight Jaye also hadn’t gone with her instinct, but listened to the little voice at her side, her near constant companion in life since the fateful moment months ago when she was first chosen, or chanced upon, or… something.
So, of course, Jaye Tyler wasn’t in Niagara Falls. She was at present driving through a little town called Couer d’Couers, accompanied by her friend, the Wax Lion.
“You’re not my friend,” Jaye snapped, glaring at the orange beast with a smooshy face, reaching forward to turn up the radio and tune him out.
The lion simply smiled, or winked, perhaps, and queried, “Lemon merengue?” Jaye wasn’t counting, but this was roughly the fourteenth flavor suggestion the lion had come up with since his initial cry of “A piemaker! A piemaker!” had whipped the young protagonist into action.
“I’ve never liked pie,” Jaye insisted, having long ago realized that the benefits of holding conversations with the inanimate animals who advised her misadventures far outweighed the trouble. “And I can’t think, by any stretch of imagination, how this is going to help anybody, me eating some pie.”
The Wax Lion made himself comfortable on the dash, as they had a way to go before reaching the proper destination. He stewed for a moment, and said “Berry, with cream?”
Jaye simply laid on the gas.

About aphroditemine

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