Monday - Crime

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Good evening from England people of comment_fic! I'm this weeks guest host amavissem, today's theme is Crime which could be interpreted in the literal sense of breaking the law or in the sense of breaking a agreement or expected way of behaviour, hopefully one you can have fun with!

Examples for formatting your prompts:

- BBC's Sherlock, Sherlock/John, they've crossed the line from unconventional to commiting more crimes than they solve.

- Psych, Lassiter/Shawn, "It's not a crime! In some countries..."

- Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Dean tries to explain that some rules are meant to be broken.


And here's a quick reminder of the rules:

-No more than three prompts per fandom.

-No more than five prompts at a time, though after you get one or more of your prompts filled, you are free to leave more.

-No spoilers in your prompts until a week after air date or publication.

-Warn for spoilers in your fic in bold and with at least three spaces above your fic.

If there's nothing here that catches your eye, feel free to go though our Lonely Prompts!

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[chibifukurou]

Any, Any(/Any), There is no law against breaking the multi-verse, even if there should be.

There's no law against breaking the multiverse

[noteveryday.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Supernatural/Angel/RP/SoF inc., Gen,
(Mention of Friday night lights and Coupling)

I apologize for the crack. And the slightly unfinished feeling.


“And what exactly are you going to do Mr. Ford? Shoot me?”
Nathan Ford glared at the man he'd just called Sterling, but was now most definitely certain was not. It wasn't the swagger or the accent or the exceptionally prim business suit, no, those were all perfect. But the flashing of red eyes and the flick of a wrist that slammed the door shut behind him... Those were definitely not Sterling.
Had it been any other week, any at all, he would have questioned his sanity; But then, everything he knew had already been set on it's head. Hardison had acted like he'd never seen him, claiming to be some sort of football player. Parker had sworn she was an actress named 'Beth', and he didn't want to think about the bumbling, oversexed bimbo Sophie had inexplicably become.
So finally, when Eliot had been kidnapped of all things, Nate had sworn he would get to the bottom of things. Odd clues had led him to this place; A warehouse in southern California.
A warehouse where he now stood, slowly lowering his gun as a man who was not Sterling stood before not one, but three Eliots tied back to back around a cement column.
“Eliot, are you alright?” Nate called out, ignoring the creature. One of the Eliots stirred with an all too familiar growl.
“ 'm fine.” He slurred, possibly shaking off the effects of a concussion, judging by the blood at his hairline. Another of the Eliots winced, his voice only slightly higher but far less stable while he seemed to talk to himself.
“This is crazy... Eliot's not real, it's just a damned tv show...”
Not Sterling chuckled to himself, a sound lighter and yet far more menacing than the one Nate expected.
“Oh, don't worry about them mate, I've got a deal; they can't be harmed on delivery.”
“And just what kind of deal is that? Who are you?” Nate pried, trying to buy enough time to come up with some sort of plan to free his teammate. Luckily, the smug man seemed happy enough to let him, as if nothing in the world scared him.
“Just an easy little thing, some rabid little girl in the throes of fandom willing to give up her soul to see the three of them in bed at once.” He thumbed back over his shoulder at the Eliots as he paced. “An easy little thing anyway, if you happen to be the King of Hell.” He nodded to Nate, self-satisfied smirk painted across his features.
“Dammit, Crowley!” It was the first time the third Eliot had spoken, startling both of the free men. His snarl was almost entirely without the touch of the South, but held even more of Eliot's confident authority. “Ford, whoever the hell you are. You'd better come back here with a priest and exorcise this sonofabitch, before the rest of the dimensional walls come crashing down!”
What Nate could now identify as Crowley smirked.
“Come now boy, you're just going to get laid.” His attention turned back to Nate. “Lawyers, Fussy lot. You'd think I was breaking the rules or something. I mean really, there's no law against mild interdimensional meddling, now is there?”
“There should be.” It was the same voice, same british cant... but much, much angrier.
Nate chanced a look over his shoulder to the origin of the second Sterling-but-not voice. There stood a younger Sterling in full camo, holding an assault rifle aimed squarely at the demon. He advanced with all the precision of a trained soldier, and just behind him the real James Sterling followed. “See, I don't like seeing another man wearing my face. Makes me a bit uncomfortable. That,” He smirked, full of humor despite his anger. “And a little itchy on the trigger finger. If you catch my drift. So if I were you, I'd set about makin' it right.”

Re: There's no law against breaking the multiverse

[chibifukurou]

Thank you so much for writing this for me! It's as cracky as I was hoping for and I love the showdown between Crowley and Sterling

Re: There's no law against breaking the multiverse

[noteveryday.livejournal.com]

Woot! i'm glad you enjoyed, I was worried it wasn't the kind of thing you were looking for. *hugs*