Thursday: Crossovers

[morlockiness.livejournal.com]

Alas, it is my final day hosting. I must say, it's been lovely.

Thursday's prompt is Crossovers! Allow your favorite universes to collide. Satiate you hunger for your favorite characters to be together or simply meet.

Remember the rules:
+ No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.
+No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after original air/publication date. If there are spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
+For the sake of your monkeys, please format your prompts correctly. For example:

Young Wizard Series/Supernatural, Nita Callahan/young!Sam Winchester, time travel

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[morlockiness.livejournal.com]

Young Wizard Series/Supernatural, Nita Callahan/young!Sam Winchester, time travel

Supernatural/Young Wizards; Timeslides

[araine.livejournal.com]

It got long...

Sam sighed, as he watched the empty park for any signs of life. Like the rest of this crap town, the park looked like it had hardly been maintained for years. Paint had faded on the jungle gym, and what had probably once been grass was now merely a patch of dust.

He sighed. It was the day after his birthday, and he was feeling dumb for getting his hopes up. Of course his dad hadn’t shown up. Dean did his best, of course, but…

It seemed like the only times that he knew his family were when he was hunting, and that was starting to piss him off. Why couldn’t they just… get a house, somewhere? Or at least stay at one school for more than a month.

He looked up sharply, when he heard a soft “oof”, and then a second later a girl fell off the jungle gym. Sam closed his eyes hard, and then opened them again. Had she always been there? No, she hadn’t, the park had been empty a minute ago – or so he’d thought. Where had she come from?

The thought that she could be a monster crossed his mind. But more than one monster in the same town? It just wasn’t likely. Besides, she didn’t look like a monster, and he was sick of hunting, anyways.

“Are you alright?” Sam called to her, getting up from the bench and walking over.

The rest (http://araine.livejournal.com/30113.html)

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

SPN/Good Omens, Team Free Will gains two new members (whether they want or not)

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

SPN/BTVS, Dean & Buffy, Being Chosen sucks

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"It sucks."

"Totally blows," Dean agreed, as they clinked glasses in agreement at the bar.

"And always with the destiny-face," Buffy complained.

"The what?"

"That face they make. The 'why haven't you accepted your destiny yet' face," she imitated in a low and mock-pompous voice.

"Ah, that. Yeah. We call it the 'We're trying to make you our bitch' face," Dean said, "Like us little old humans are just so adorable for thinking we get a say in what they use us for."

"Exactly! Like we're toys that are just there for their pleasure!"

Dean smirked and Buffy rolled her eyes and said, "You are aware this is reality, not porn?"

"Actually, I have trouble telling the difference sometimes. But I know what you mean. They think we're just tools. Like I'm going to just sit there while they take everything from me, again and again and again."

"And again," Buffy acknowledged, and both stared down into their drinks in silence.

"But hey, it's not like we can just give up," Buffy added, intending to sound positive. Somehow, though, the words came out sounding like a bad joke.

"Yeah," Dean said, voice dry and bitter, "When you're chosen, you have to keep fighting no matter how stupid it is to think you can win."

"And you have to keep living no matter how many fall around you. Because you're special," Buffy added, words growing thick and unwieldy in her throat.

They sat silently again, longer this time. Buffy pushed away her half-finished glass, while Dean gulped down his Jack and ordered another with a wordless gesture.

"So what do you guys call yourselves?" Buffy finally asked.

"Team Free Will."

"Cool. We're the Scoobies."

"Seriously?"

"Yup."

"Awesome. Hey, do you think-"

"No, we called dibs on the name."

Dean frowned and paused. Then he said, "I would think that after stopping the end of the world we should at least get first choice of what to name our team."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "After the first time? Please. You're lucky we don't haze you guys for being newbies."

Dean sighed into his drink again, but this time his lips had just a trace of smile.

She noticed. "Seriously, Dean, it's nice to meet someone I can talk to about this 'chosen' stuff. We should totally start a Facebook group or something."

"Yeah, I don't know what that is. I'd have to ask my little bro."

"Yeah? Is he chosen too?" she joked.

"Yup," he grimaced, "But by the guys who are even worse than the dicks who chose us."

She comforted him, "Could be worse. It's not like your little sibling opened the gates to a hellworld."

He gave her a look.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously," he said, and for a moment they stopped talking again, each feeling completely alone as they remembered. Protecting the younger sibling no matter what the cost. Finding out that they weren't what you thought they were. Getting over it.

Dying for them. Then, living again. Which was harder.

Yelling at them every day. Wanting so desperately to shield them from everything, especially themselves. Then, finally, accepting that they deserved to live their own lives, make their own decisions. Learning, somehow, to be someone other than the Protector.

Which might have been the most excruciating part of all.

And though they sat close, barstools right next to each other, and though they winced at the same memories coarsing through their muddled minds, they each, for that moment, were utterly alone.

Finally, Buffy broke the quiet. "Okay, multiple choice: of the following list, what is the most annoying? A) Demons who want to make a name for themselves by killing you because you're famous, B) supposed 'good guys' who won't shut up about fulfilling your duties as chosen ones, C) friends who used to be powerful beings and so they have NO IDEA how to behave non-creepily in social situations, D) little siblings who never stop complaining about anything, or E)not having anyone who really, truly knows what it's like."

Dean smiled. "Easy."

They said, in perfect unison, "D."

[myfloralbonnet.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary/Torchwood, Helen/Jack, reunion

[myfloralbonnet.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who/Merlin, Gwen & 11, future

[msmanuscript.livejournal.com]

HIMYM/Dr. Horrible, any, "Can this get any freakier?

[myfloralbonnet.livejournal.com]

Primeval/Sanctuary, Declan Macrae & Jenny Lewis, new job

[myfloralbonnet.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Primeval, the Dragon & Page, history

[msmanuscript.livejournal.com]

How to Train Your Dragon/Robin Hood, Hiccup and Robin, "You know, that lizard of yours might come in handy."

[myfloralbonnet.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Sanctuary, Ashley & Eliot, overlapping skill sets

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Fringe, Bobby & Walter, "Oh. You figure it might be a dimensional whoozawhatser. Well, I figure it's a frickin' ghost, idjit!"

[msmanuscript.livejournal.com]

Avenue Q, HIMYM, Barney/Lucy the Slut, "Babe, once you got fleece, you don't need no grease."

_{(I'm sorry! That's a bad pun.)}

[sheryden.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Criminal Minds, Nate or Eliot + Hotch or Rossi, profiling the Leverage team member

[unholygrace.livejournal.com]

Lost/Supernatural, Hurley + Nick, "I'm sorry, who are you?"

[sheryden.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Criminal Minds, Hardison + Garcia, when geeks collide

no fic

[nights-fang.livejournal.com]

Icon love.

[oteap.livejournal.com]

Primeval/Torchwood, Ianto/author's choice, aliens vs. dinosaurs

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Legend of the Seeker, Dean/Castiel & Kahlan/Richard, Protecting their charges is hard work but worth it

[oteap.livejournal.com]

Life/Southland, Charlie&John, beer and oranges

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Star Trek (2009), Castiel(/Dean) & Spock(/Kirk), extremely stoic conversation

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"So... you are in a relationship with a human?" Cas said.

"Yes."

"I am as well."

A pause. Then Spock admitted, "It does have its challenges."

"I have noticed," Cas said.

Another pause.

"Human are ... very emotional," Spock observed, "They are not always ruled by reason."

Cas nodded. "Some of them don't seem to be ruled by very much at all."

Spock let just the corners of his mouth turn up slightly as they stood in silence again, watching Dean and Jim.

Cas eventually said, "Humans like to be lied to sometimes. They say it makes them feel better."

"Unadvisable," Spock declared evenly, "Lying to others - or to oneself- is an irrational way of dealing with problems."

"So you think it's best not to indulge them when they're being exceptionally ..."

"Human? No. If you let them have their way too often, soon all you'll be doing is talking about your feelings and submitting to to their unscientific experiments to see how you behave in altered states."

Cas nodded as they continued to watch Dean and Kirk pummel each other, breaking most of the low-quality furniture in the bar in their dispute over which musical group was superior.

"Shall we discourage this behavior then?" Cas asked.

Spock shrugged. "Might as well let them get it out of their system."

Cas paused, then nodded. "Sounds logical."

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/RPS, Dean/Castiel + Jensen/Misha, Dean & Cas think the other two are demons while Jensen & Misha think the other two are hallucinations

OMG I wrote RPS...

[mithrel.livejournal.com]

Jensen stares. He’s so tempted to blame Misha for this. But despite his hipster personality, Jensen doesn’t think he actually does drugs. At this point he’s wishing he did, and that he slipped him something, because the only other explanation is that he’s gone crazy.

“Do you see them too?”

“Yeah,” Misha says. He’s far too calm about this for Jensen’s liking.

Across the room Dean yanks at Castiel’s arm. He doesn’t move for a moment, then follows Dean out of the trailer.

Jensen sneaks over to the door, morbidly curious as to what they’re saying.

“Dude, where the hell are we?”

“I am not sure, Dean.”

And, crap, he even sounds like Cas…like Misha when he’s playing Cas.

“And who the hell are they? They’ve gotta be shifters or demons or something.”

Jensen fights down a hysterical laugh. His hallucinated persona thinks he’s a demon.

“We should find out where we are before we–”

“Like hell!”

And Dean bursts back into the trailer, holding a Beretta. Jensen’s used it himself, but it doesn’t look like a prop.

“What are you?”

Jensen looks at Misha, who seems amused by the whole thing. “You want to explain this one?”

Misha grins at him. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Bastard. “You’re Dean Winchester?”

“Yeah, and who are you?”

“And that’s Castiel?”

Dean’s eyes flicker to the…Jesus Christ, to the angel. Jensen’s gonna need some serious therapy after this, but he has a feeling if he tells anyone they’ll put him away.

“Yeah, who are you”

Misha suddenly steps forward. “You know the Supernatural books?”

Dean’s eyes narrow suspiciously. “Yeah.”

“They’re not just books. It’s a TV show too.”

“Son of a…I’m gonna kill Chuck!”

“That might not be a good idea,” Misha says, and considering the scripts they just got for ep 22 that’s probably true.

“How can you be so calm about this?” Jensen demands, at the same time Dean asks, “So who are you then?”

“Haven’t you ever had a conversation with your character before?” Misha asks.

“Well sure, but not when he’s standing in front of me.”

“I’m Misha,” he says, holding his hand out to Dean. “That’s Jensen.”

“Dean,” he says, shaking his hand cautiously. “But I guess you already know that. You play us.”

“Yep,” Misha grins.

“Dude, no way can you play him,” Dean jerks a thumb at Cas, who’s looking understandably confused at the whole thing.

Misha cuts his eyes at Jensen and smirks, then his face loses all expression. He looks at Dean and, his voice half an octave lower than it was before, says, “I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition.”

Dean’s eyes go wide and he steps back.

“Hey, you’re not gripping anyone but me,” Jensen puts in.

“What, no threesome?” Misha pouts at him and Dean gapes.

“So you…you and him…”

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you’re not.”

“None of your goddamn business!” Dean snarls, which Jensen knows well enough means yes.

“Dean. We need to figure out how to get back.”

“Oh come on,” Misha says. “At least let me buy you a beer before you go.”

“Uh, you know alcohol doesn’t affect him, right?” Dean asks, and Misha shrugs.

“I can find something that does.”

And the scary thing is, Jensen’s sure he’s right.

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Stargate SG-1, Dean/Castiel + Gabriel/Crowley + Jack/Daniel, poker night

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Daniel thought it would be of great anthropological interest, if nothing else. Angel, arch-, demon, even a not-vessel. Plus he was de-ascended, and there were possessions, and so really there were quite a few species at the table.

It would be a chance to learn.

And it turned out that Daniel did learn something. Because the night wasn't at all what he thought it would be.

Of course Daniel wasn't surprised when Jack kept joking that they should play strip poker.

But he was surprised when Gabe snapped and made everyone at the table suddenly naked. No one seemed to think much of it, either. Not even Jack, for some reason.

Daniel knew that with all the different loyalties at the table, there might be conflict. Old battles raging up.

But it turned out that the closest they got to violence was when Crowley kept insisting that they bet with souls. Dean kept threatening to get "the Colt," until Gabe rolled his eyes and said, "Relax, he just wants an excuse to play tonsil hockey with you guys, so just swap spit and then we can all enjoy the game."

Daniel knew of course, that there might be problems if people bet too high. But he almost did a double take when he heard Jack say, "I raise you ... Daniel."

"Jack, you can't bet me!" he objected. But then Gabe snapped and Daniel was the size of a poker chip, jumping up and down and screaming in the middle of the card table.

"Settle down, Tiny Jackson," Jack said, confident in his hand.

"I bet Cas," Dean said.

"What!" Cas said before he too was next to Daniel on the table, a miniature frowning face above a teeny little trenchcoat.

"I bet mine too," Crowley said with confidence, and when Gabe opened his mouth to object, Crowley just said, "A bet's a bet."

Gabe rolled his eyes and snapped and joined Cas and Daniel on the table.

They watched as seemingly giant cards avalanched down onto the table. It seemed that Crowley had won, and both Jack and Dean got panicked looks on their faces.

But then another snap, soft and tiny. And the cards were different. Jack and Dean had identical hands (two pairs, Jacks and sevens with an outside queen). Crowley had a pair of twos.

"Cheater! My own lover, cheating! And not even with sex, with cards!" Crowley said in outrage at Gabriel.

Gabe smirked and snapped and then Cas and Daniel were full sized and sitting in the laps of their lovers. Gabe then appeared full size, next to... another Gabe.

"Tie! You each get a me for tonight!" he announced.

"But -" Crowley objected.

"That's what you get when you risk someone as sexy as me in a card game," Gabe said and took Jack and Daniel out, one on each arm, as the other Gabe did the same to Dean and Cas.

"I still can't believe you bet me," Daniel muttered on the way home, "In a card game. Against a trickster and a crossroads demon. With one pair!"

Jack snickered. "Do you really think that's what happened?"

Gabe waggled his eyebrows. "Jack's actually the one who came up with this when I said I wanted to ditch my boytoy for tonight. You know how it, variety is the etc."

Daniel let out a laugh as Jack smirked at him. A smirk of oneupsmanship and up-to-no-good-ness and glee.

And Daniel realized that, contrary to all his expectations, for species like these, it was Jack who was better at speaking their language.

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1/Doctor Who, SG-1 Team + 10th Doctor/Jack Harkness, escaping the Goa'uld together

[junkiefornews.livejournal.com]

Chuck/Batman, Bruce/Chuck or Bruce & Chuck, "Oh my God, you're Batman!"

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice/Psych, Shawn & Lassiter & Michael & Sam, "Looks like you need our help"

Unexpected Bunnies

[rise-your-dead.livejournal.com]

Michael doesn’t know how Sam talks him into these things. Yet here he is, standing next to the “kid of a friend of a friend”, trying to help him close a murder case.

When the kid starts rubbing his temples, Michael just gives him an odd look askance. He shouldn’t ask, he really shouldn’t…

But when all hell breaks loose, he’s glad the kid knows how to move on his feet, and drive a motorcycle.

Just when he thinks he’s got it all figured out, Gus and Shawn leave them both with rabbits.

[phate-phoenix.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/CWRPS; Misha/Dean; Dean is somewhat baffled by (and attracted to) Misha, Angel of the Lord.

No fic yet but

[hrtslkths.livejournal.com]

I found this the other day and I'm still thinking about it. I told me Twitter people I was amazed someone hadn't turned this into a 50k word snarky sex romp yet because it's such pure gold.

Okay, I feel like a tease now. Apologies.

I will do something with this. I WILL.