On Tuesdays we "cross over" into mid week

[squidgiepdx]

Hello, everyone. I’m squidgiepdx and today's theme is crossovers! Now you can interpret that just about any way you want to, but at least in my head, it's taking one (or maybe more) character(s) and inserting them into another fandom. Like maybe Evan Lorne and David Parrish from SGA take a trip to Portland and meet Monroe from Grimm - and we find out Lorne is a Blutbad. Maybe Captain Jack from Torchwood shows up in Chicago and takes a shining to Fraser (and ruffles a jealous Kowalski's feathers in the process!). Maybe Eric McNally (Breakfast with Scot) meets William Poindexter from Check, Please! who just led his NCAA hockey team to the Frozen Four. Or maybe you interpret crossing over in the transitional sense of a spirit leaving the body (but don't make me cry!). However you want to interpret it, let's cross over into Tuesday with some prompts!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate Atlantis/Grimm, Evan Lorne/David Parrish + Monroe, When in Portland, David finds out that Evan is a Blutbad when they come across Monroe
+ due South/Torchwood, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski + Captain Jack Harkness, Fraser and Kowalski meet a mysterious handsome man who flusters Fraser and makes Kowalski jealous
+ Breakfast with Scot/Check, Please!, Eric McNally + CP Captain of Choice (Jack, Ransom+Holster, Bitty, or Dex), An interview in front of the camera, and behind it.

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[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis/Grimm, Evan Lorne/David Parrish + Monroe, When in Portland, David finds out that Evan is a Blutbad when they come across Monroe

[squidgiepdx]

due South/Torchwood, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski + Captain Jack Harkness, Fraser and Kowalski meet a mysterious handsome man who flusters Fraser and makes Kowalski jealous

[squidgiepdx]

Breakfast with Scot/Check, Please!, Eric McNally + CP Captain of Choice (Jack, Ransom+Holster, Bitty, or Dex), An interview in front of the camera, and behind it.

[squidgiepdx]

Hawaii Five-0/Person of Interest, Steve McGarrett/Danny WIlliams + Finch +or/ Reese, Steve went with Danny to the East Coast and sees a face he's seen on a wanted poster.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

So Weird/Supernatural, Fiona Phillips + Sam (and/or Dean) Winchester, running into each other on the trail of something otherworldly

Fill 1/2: Dean + Fi mostly (plus cameo by The Moffatts, who did play on So Weird one time)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“I am eminently qualified to take the lead on this case,” Dean said.

Sam stared at him. “Eminently?”

Dean grimaced. “Been hanging around you too much, nerdface.” Then he straightened up. “But I can play the guitar, and since this is a cursed guitar, I think my expertise is on point.”

“You have been spending too much time around me,” Sam said, but he nodded. “Okay. Let’s look up the provenance of the instrument, if we can, and see what we can find about previous owners. In the meantime --”

“In the meantime I’ll try to get my hands on it,” Dean said. “Text me when you’ve got a lead.”

Sam nodded, and they both peeled away from Baby, Sam toward the nearest library so he could use some free internet, Dean toward the tour bus where the cursed guitar was in the hands of some Hanson-wannabe teen rocker.

Even though Dean didn’t know the history of the instrument, he and Sam had picked up some Men of Letters know-how, and Dean had a container for the guitar that would shield them from the effects of the curse till they could purity it. Dean just...had to get his hands on the guitar.

Just before Dean reached the tour bus, he paused and checked himself in a nearby shop window. He looked like he could hang around a tour bus safely, in jeans and a leather jacket.

Then he heard fluttering guitar notes. Someone could play Spanish guitar.

Dean spun, and there was the teen rocker boy sitting on a bench on the sidewalk near the bus, guitar across his knees, head bowed, red-blond hair obscuring his face as he played.

Dean strolled up to him, cleared his throat.

No response.

“You’re pretty good,” Dean offered.

“Been playing since I was seven,” the boy said, and lifted his head, and his eyes were -- wrong. Blank. Distant.

Whoever Dean was talking to, it wasn’t --

“Hey, Scott.”

A teenage girl came skipping around the side of the bus. She was blushing and shy. Oh no. Did she have a crush on this rocker kid? Was she a fan?

“Hey, Fi,” not-really-Scott said, voice a little dreamy.

“Are you writing a new song?” Fi asked, smiling brightly at him.

“No,” Scott said. “This is an old, old song.”

And he kept on playing.

Fi glanced at Dean, expression wary. “You a fan?”

“A fan?” Dean echoed. “No. I play the guitar, is all. Was pretty impressed by, uh, Scott’s flamenco skills. Should I be a fan?”

“They’re probably not your type,” Scott said.

Fi frowned. “They?”

And then Dean noticed that Scott’s fingers were bleeding.

“Hey, kid, maybe you should ease up on the flamenco picking,” Dean said.

Fi cried out. “Scott! You’re hurt! You should stop.” She reached for his wrist.

He jerked away but kept on playing.

“Scott,” Fi said again, sounding desperate. She closed her eyes and murmured a prayer -- was that a Latin prayer? -- and reached for Scott again.

He snarled and tugged the guitar close to his chest, hugging it, gaze feral.

“Stay back,” Dean said. “It’s not him. It’s --”

“The guitar is cursed,” Fi said to Dean, holding a hand out. “Don’t touch it.”

“How do you know that?” Dean asked.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis/Marvel Cinematic Universe, any ensemble + any ensemble, dance-off

Fill 1/3: Guardians of the Galaxy + Team Pegasus

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Peter stared at the white-haired, fanged, leather-clad creatures arrayed in front of him. “Look, we can settle this peacefully, or we can settle this the hard way.”

Gamora, Drax, Groot, and Rocket were arrayed behind him, poised to fight.

The leader, who had strange black markings on his face and his white hair done up in a series of tiny braids, bared his fangs. “We will have a dance-off.”

“Sure -- wait, what?” Peter blinked. He glanced back at the others. “Did this very scary alien just say he wants to have a dance-off, or am I hallucinating?”

“If you’re hallucinating, we’re all hallucinating, unfortunately,” Rocket muttered.

Groot said, “I am Groot.”

“I also cannot believe it,” Gamora said.

Drax said, “Shall I fetch the boom box and your mixtape?”

Only the leader of the aliens -- the Wraith, they were called -- bowed and gestured toward the massive structure behind him that looked like a warehouse. “We will compete there.”

“This feels like a trap, right?” Rocket said, twitching his blaster rifle. “Right?”

Groot said, “I am Groot.”

“Glad I’m not the only one,” Rocket muttered.

“Sure. Dance-off,” Peter said, and added in a low voice to Gamora, “I really hope that’s not a euphemism for a fight to the death.” Louder, he added, “Our best guy against your best guy.”

The Wraith said, “We compete as a team.”

“A team,” Peter echoed. There were seven of them. If this did end up as a fight to the death, well, Peter plus his crew were five. They could probably win.

Probably.

The building looked like something Peter might have seen on Earth, honestly, like a hangar or a warehouse, cement siding and a corrugated steel roof with fans in the top and massive double doors like a loading bay as well as a small regular door.

The leader opened the door and gestured for Peter and his crew to go first, and Peter didn’t like the notion of having the enemy at his back and --

There was a stage in the middle of the hangar. With concert-grade speakers and fancy lights and even audience seating.

Nine people in dark gray pants and jackets that had black panels on them were standing near the foot of the stage, talking in low voices.

“Atlanteans,” the leader of the Wraith intoned, “there are more competitors for the dance-off.”

“Maybe he literally means a dance-off,” Peter whispered to Gamora. “I mean, the multiverse is huge. There had to be some alien race somewhere that appreciates dancing like I do.”

“Those other aliens look human,” Rocket said, nodding at the nine strangers.

Gamora eyed them and tilted her head. “Are all earthlings so...pretty?”

“Max-nim,” one of the strangers said, and he bowed. He was definitely speaking English, but it was accented. Then he bowed to Peter. “Hello, I am Sergeant Son Hyunwoo, from the Atlantis Expedition. I am the leader of Pegasus.” Then he turned and spoke to the other eight people - mostly men, a couple of women - in another language, and they snapped into a line and chorused,

“Hello! We are Pegasus!”

And they bowed in unison.

Peter drew up short. “Hang on a second. You -- you’re from Earth, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Son Hyunwoo said. “Where are you from?”

“Well, I’m Peter Quill, and I’m from Earth, but the rest of my crew is...not,” Peter said. “What are you doing here?”

“We are here on behalf of the Atlantis Expedition to settle a dispute with Max and his hive crew,” Son Hyunwoo said. “Why are you here, Peter Quill-ssi?”

“Uh...we just kinda landed here and were looking around and ran into the Wraith and they seemed like they were going to get aggressive but then they said they were willing to have a dance-off and I do like me a good dance-off and -- where on Earth are you from?” Peter eyed Son Hyunwoo’s teammates.

And then he noticed the flag patches on their left arms. Definitely Earth flags. One that looked like a red and blue yin and yang with some black stripes in the corners. Seven of them had that. Two of them -- one man, one woman -- had some kind of navy blue and red and white striped flag.

They were from -- somewhere in Asia, Peter thought. Based on what they looked like and what he remembered from school.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Sherlock/Forever, Sherlock Holmes (+/ John Watson) + Henry Morgan, meeting in the course of working the same case

Drafted

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Will post later in the week.

[squidgiepdx]

Warehouse 13/Stargate Atlantis, Claudia Donovan + Any, Claudia walks into a room in the Warehouse and ends up on Atlantis

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Astro/Stargate Atlantis, ensemble, not quite human

Fill on AO3 - flower alien Rocky 'verse!

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33172081

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Check, Please!/Stargate Atlantis, any + any, hockey showdown

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse/Poltergeist: The Legacy, any, John’s first case with the team

Fill 1/2: John + Rodney + Steve + Kat Corrigan

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

The Legacy had several Houses located in strategic areas around the country, and internationally, but they weren’t bound by geography when it came to running missions. So when Nick Boyle, prefect of San Francisco House, called and asked for help from Atlantis House, Fi had readily agreed to lend some of her team.

For John, it was reminiscent of gearing up for military ops. There was a debrief, a weapons check (traditional and otherwise), and then they were underway. It was his first active mission since joining the Legacy, and he wasn’t sure what to expect.

“We’re just going in as backup,” Rodney said. “We’ll start you off easy.”

“Probably just jinxed us,” Steve replied. “So thanks for that.”

Rodney rolled his eyes. “Let’s go already.”

They were taking the Luna Foundation’s chopper, which Steve was piloting because he’d won rock-paper-scissors with John.

“He’s a control freak,” Rodney said as they got strapped in. “You’ll get used to it.”

They were headed to the Midwest. One of San Francisco House’s members, Kat Corrigan, had gone on a rogue mission Boyle thought seeing familiar faces would only escalate the situation. Steve, Rodney, and John were supposed to hang back, monitor, and lend support if Kat needed it.

Everyone told John it would be an easy, but a Legacy agent – Were they called agents? – gone rogue seemed like the opposite of easy. He wasn’t wrong.

Kat was at Cushwood Quarry, inside one of the newly exposed caves. It was after hours, the sun was setting, and Steve had insisted they all wear caving helmets outfitted with lights to keep their hands free.

“What’s the thing she’s looking for?” John whispered, bringing up the rear while Steve took point.

“The Eye of Argomache,” Rodney replied, trying to match John’s hushed tones but not quite getting there. “It’s an ancient artefact that supposedly has the power to raise the dead, which I don’t need to tell you is a colossally bad idea. No-one ever comes back the same.”

“Wait. Has someone actually done that?”

“Necromancers,” Steve said over his shoulder.

“Meddlers,” Rodney corrected. “They never learn that some things shouldn’t be tampered with, and that includes death.”

John wondered if Kat was trying to raise someone, or just trying to find the thing and put it away for safety’s sake. He’d been down in the newly completed vault at Atlantis House, and he could say with all confidence there were some things that should never see the light of day.

The ambient temperature in the caves was on the cool side, the floor rocky but without much loose stone to worry about turning an ankle on. The size was amazing, with ceilings soaring far above their heads and massive stalactites spearing downward. It was astonishing that the caves had gone undetected until so recently.

Somewhere ahead of them, John could hear metal hitting stone.

Steve threw some hand signals at John, who countered with his own. Rodney slapped at both of them.

“We’re not playing charades!” he hissed. “You go that way. John, you go the other way. Be careful.”

Slowly, the three of them converged on Kat. The headlamps should’ve given them away, but she was obviously focused on the task at hand. Which, when John got close enough, appeared to be chipping at a section of the rock wall that looked just like every other section of the rock wall.

Once they were all close enough to observe, they maintained surveillance as instructed. John thought maybe they’d be better served stopping her before she dug out the artefact, but it wasn’t his mission to lead.

“You could help me instead of just spying!” Kat called out, still swinging her pickaxe. “Or is that against the fucking rules too?”

John grimaced. She sounded mad. And younger than he’d anticipated. He didn’t know what the protocol was. Did they maintain their distance? Did they back off? Or maybe –

“Nick sent us to keep an eye out,” Rodney said. He put a hand out in John’s direction, indicating he should maintain his position. “Your House is worried about you.”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The Untamed/Into the Badlands, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, there’s a new baron in town, and his chief clipper carries only a bamboo flute

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

BBC Sherlock/Forever, Sherlock Holmes + Henry Morgan, Sherlock cannot figure Henry out

Drafted

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Will post later in the week.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Light On Me/Moments of Eighteen, Shin Daon+/ Jung Ohje, coming out isn’t any easier after high school

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0/NCIS, Kono Kalakaua + Ziva David, Ziva gets surfing lessons while on vacation in Hawaii

[squidgiepdx]

Merlin/Torchwood, Merlin/Arthur + Captain Jack Harkness, There's talk of a strangely dressed man in Camelot so Arthur goes to investigate

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis/Leverage, Evan Lorne/Eliot Spencer + Hardison + Parker, The Leverage trio are about to start a job when Evan Lorne, Eliot's ex, complicates the plot.

[squidgiepdx]

White Collar/Leverage, Eliot Spencer/Hardison/Parker + Neal Caffrey, In which Parker and Neal Caffrey have a huge rivalry

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Shadowhunters, any, anything your muse can come up with...

Fill 1/3: pre-SPN canon + Pastor Jim

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Jim Murphy knew there was something unnatural about John Winchester and his boys. At first blush they seemed like any normal group of hunters: John intense, focused, gruff; Dean eager to please, obedient, energetic; Sam grudging, but a bulldog with a research question.

But after several visits Jim began to notice that all three of them were tough. Unnaturally tough. Jim wasn't quite prepared to say to Bobby Singer that they were supernaturally tough, but he was wary. He was also wary of the way, after that first visit when Sam was seven, all three of them were intensely private. They all wore long sleeves and pants and never undressed around anyone but each other, even though Jim made it a point to let them have their own rooms.

Jim might have suspected physical abuse on John's part if John weren't as buttoned up as his boys.

When Sam and Dean sparred, it was beautiful to behold. Both boys moved with grace, precision, and speed. They were two tigers in their own jungle. If not for the grunts of pain and the sounds of punches and kicks connecting, they might have been dancing. Those boys, when they sparred, they fought hard. More than once there were split lips and bloody noses, strikes hitting hard enough to bruise. After training they'd troop upstairs, take cold showers, and when they reappeared both were fine. No cuts, bruises, or swelling.

It was the werewolf hunt that confirmed Jim's suspicions. Werewolves were rare. Dangerous. Jim didn't think it was a good idea to take Sam along, even though at fourteen he was probably tougher than some Marines Jim had served with.

“He'll be fine,” John said, placing one hand on Sam's shoulder. Judging by Sam's sour expression, he'd rather stay home and read. Not for the first time, Jim considered calling Child Protective Services.

Dean grinned, easy and charming, and ruffled Sam's hair. “I'll keep an eye on him.”

Jim nodded, reluctantly. “All right. Let's divvy up the silver ammo.”

Something like amusement crossed John's face. “Sure. I'll go with you, Jim. Boys, get your weapons.”

As it turned out, the one who needed an eye kept on him was John. Sam had a bow with silver-tipped arrows and Dean had a pair of long, wickedly-curved blades. Jim raised his eyebrow at John.

“Just blades? Against a werewolf?”

But John grinned, slow and wicked like one of Dean's blades.

Dean and Sam were more than adequately armed for the hunt. Jim and John had the firearms. The werewolf was a big enough brute that upon first sight, its hulking form a nightmare black silhouette against the full moon, Jim wondered if four hunters were enough. John signaled to his boys - efficient, silent, military - and they peeled away to circle around, close the werewolf in a pincer.

John and Jim would tackle the beast head on.

Everything was going smoothly - they were herding it toward a clearing where they could maneuver themselves into a circle around it - until John saw the werewolf clearly in the moonlight.

It was Pete, a skinny kid from town who was an altar boy and had taken a shine to Dean, all hero worship and wide, earnest eyes.

John hesitated.

The werewolf lunged.

Its jaws closed over John with a sickening crunch, and John screamed. His sons' terrified cries were twin echoes. Jim swore and fumbled to aim his shotgun, but in the shadows he couldn't tell where John ended and the wolf began.

Then Dean was in the fray, knives flashing and oddly aglow in the moonlight.

The werewolf died with a plaintive howl. It slumped to the ground, and then Pete and John were both blood-soaked and broken. Jim lowered his shotgun, horrified. Dean hoisted John into his arms as if the man were smaller than Sam. It must have been an adrenaline rush that made Dean so powerful. His expression was terribly blank in the moonlight.

He said, “The car. Hurry."

Both boys were awfully silent as they knelt over John in the back seat while Jim drove home at breakneck speed. By the time they arrived, the boys had managed to bandage up the worst of John's wounds with the rags of his shirt.

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

The Baby-Sitter's Club/Sweet Valley Twins, Dawn Schaefer & Elizabeth Wakefield, frenemies

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

The Hobbit/Disney, Tauriel & Merida, archery buddies

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

any, any, take your favorite character and place them in 3 different other fandoms...what happens?

Not a Fill (Yet)

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

I currently only have one idea for this prompt, but I'm excited to fill this!

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Venom, Venom and Eddie/Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory, Eddie wins the golden ticket

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Sons of anarchy/Supernatural, Jax, Dean, Sam, this is my FAV crossover, anything you can come up with is awesome!

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

The Mummy/Jungle Cruise, Jonathan Carnahan/McGregor Houghton, Perpetual third wheels