FRIDAY: UNLIKELY CROSSOVERS
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comment_ficFor my last day of hosting I thought I'd go with a prompt dear to my heart, highly unlikely crossovers.
Always wanted to know what it would be like if Kermit the Frog was partnered with Dr. Reid on Criminal Minds? Have a strange craving to know who would win in a fight, Xena or Nakita... or at least a bet on the outcome?
Well, here's your chance to make that prompt.
Some simple rules:
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+No spoilers in the prompts.
+If your fill contains spoilers please warn and/or leave at least three spaces.
Format for prompts:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Sherlock/Doctor Who, any, sometimes you get help whether you want it or not.
The Avengers/House Hunters, any, house number three.
Star Trek/Haven, any, he's not troubled he's just a Vulcan.
Not really your thing? Why not try to fill one of the lonely prompts instead?
tag=crossovers
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Always wanted to know what it would be like if Kermit the Frog was partnered with Dr. Reid on Criminal Minds? Have a strange craving to know who would win in a fight, Xena or Nakita... or at least a bet on the outcome?
Well, here's your chance to make that prompt.
Some simple rules:
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+No spoilers in the prompts.
+If your fill contains spoilers please warn and/or leave at least three spaces.
Format for prompts:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Sherlock/Doctor Who, any, sometimes you get help whether you want it or not.
The Avengers/House Hunters, any, house number three.
Star Trek/Haven, any, he's not troubled he's just a Vulcan.
Not really your thing? Why not try to fill one of the lonely prompts instead?
tag=crossovers
.
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Date: 2012-11-23 02:24 pm (UTC)Sherlock/Doctor Who, any, sometimes you get help whether you want it or not.
not to break; john watson and eleven
Date: 2012-11-23 04:53 pm (UTC)He doesn't know what to do, when Sherlock leaves.
And so he sits in his chair, staring at the chair he used to sit in - and he feels empty, almost.
*
Time passes, though, and he goes back to his work and tries to enjoy it. (He can't, really, though, not so soon after.
*
He meets the Doctor on a Tuesday. It starts out as a simple day, really; but then there are monsters and he hears the word alien and he doesn't know what to do. He wanders around until he sees a blue box, and he stares at it for a while, shaking his head.
"You like it?" a voice asks from behind him, and John jumps, whipping around.
"I'm sorry, I didn't -"
"Relax, it's all right." The man's smile looks forced, but he tries. "I'm the Doctor, by the way."
"John Watson," and he reaches out to shake a hand.
The Doctor (though John would prefer a real name, this will do) chuckles, shaking it. "You've got a firm grip, John." A pause. "Sad eyes, though. Why's that?"
"I'd rather not say."
"All right, then." The Doctor bites his lip. "Say, d'you want to see something?"
John shouldn't. He needs to be less trusting of people (it only gets him hurt when he lets them in too quickly). But he's at the end of his rope, and "Yes," he says.
*
They go to a planet called - well, something with a long name that starts with an L that John can't pronounce, and they sit on the edge of the TARDIS (that's what the blue box is called, apparently), sipping tea.
"I'm just lonely," John says, "that's all."
The Doctor turns to smile at him, and squeezes his shoulder. "Me, too, John."
And John smiles back, sipping from his mug, and looks around at the stars.
He'll be okay.
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Date: 2012-11-23 02:24 pm (UTC)The Avengers/House Hunters, any, house number three.
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Date: 2012-11-23 02:56 pm (UTC)Re: not a fill
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Date: 2012-11-23 02:25 pm (UTC)Star Trek/Haven, any, he's not troubled he's just a Vulcan.
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Date: 2012-11-23 02:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-23 02:28 pm (UTC)Leverage/Predator films, Eliot + predator, curbstomp battle
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Date: 2012-11-23 02:29 pm (UTC)Highlander/James Bond (Skyfall), author’s choice, Methos is Q
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Date: 2012-11-23 02:29 pm (UTC)James Bond (Skyfall)/RED, James/Q, Victoria and Ivan are Q’s parents
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Date: 2012-11-23 02:30 pm (UTC)Don't ask, don't tell
Date: 2012-11-23 08:29 pm (UTC)Arthur looked up, spotting Merlin's gaze. "You should go to bed," he mumbled, eyes drooping. "You've got Quidditch practise in the morning, I'll be up in a bit."
Merlin bit his lip, easing his back off the cold statue. "Are you ok Arthur? You seem stressed."
"Fine."
Merlin sighed and went to bed
~*~*~*~*
Merlin left History of magic, running to catch Arthur as he left the Muggle Studies classroom a short way ahead. "Hey-ho," cheered Merlin, clapping Arthur on the back, "and to charms we go! I'll catch you up on what you missed."
"ER… Actually… I'm feeling pretty bad again, think I'll go to the nurse instead, replied Arthur, looking at everything but Merlin. It's probably something I ate."
Merlin rolled his eyes, grabbing his friend's robes before he could scamper off. "You've not been 'feeling well' for the last two charms lesson, come on, you'll feel better once you're in there, we've just been studying theory the last two lessons, today we'll be doing the practical, so you've not missed much." Merlin watched Arthur struggle for another excuse, as the truth dawned on him. "Or if you're that ill I could skip class to send a letter to your dad, I'm sure he'd want to–"
"Fine, see you in class," snapped Arthur, storming off.
Merlin signed, closing his eyes, a statue amongst the hectic flow of pupils. Arthur would die before he told Merlin the truth of this, and Merlin could never let him know he knew the truth. He'd never tell Uther, the leader of the new mugwart revolution 'to remove muggles from our schools for good' that his son had somehow lost magic. It would be a fate worse than death for his friend.
~*~*~*~*
Merlin watch Arthur, in the seat two in front of him out of spite, not his usual seat next to Merlin, as he flicked his wand angrily, nothing happening. Well, thought Merlin, Arthur wasn't the only one with a magical secret. He waited until Arthur flicked again, starting to draw attention from the class. Merlin blinked, flaring the powers only sorcerers should have, forming the flames on Arthur's desk as the class wanted.
Arthur laughed, and Merlin smiled. He'd just have to have Arthur's back until he could mix a potion to stop it. Maybe he could brew it in Myrtle's famous bathroom.
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Date: 2012-11-23 02:30 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse/Glee, Kurt/Blaine + Phil Coulson, Phil Coulson isn’t his birth name; Phil Hummel is, and he’s Burt’s brother, and he’s home to meet his only nephew’s fiancé
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Date: 2012-11-23 06:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-23 02:31 pm (UTC)James Bond (Skyfall)/Highlander, Methos + M, “Hello, love.”
Fill: Fancy Meeting You Here ( SPOILERS FOR SKYFALL)
Date: 2012-11-24 07:30 am (UTC)It was difficult to conceal things from James. Not her death, of course, but the need to conceal the reality of her situation from him. He'd truly cared for her, she'd been one of the closest things to family he had left, and she'd died in his arms. That almost made her want to tell him that she wasn't really gone, but it was too dangerous. If MI6 got wind of her … well, it would be like the Watchers all over again, but hundreds of times worse. No, James would have to move on with his life and think of her as a memory.
Thankfully, she revived before the burial, and they hadn't felt the need for an autopsy so there was no awkward scarring for her to deal with and heal. From there, it was just a simple matter of arranging for the body double she'd been constructing for the past two decades to be moved from its storage facility to the morgue, where it would fool everyone who mattered, and take up the spot in the coffin that would be carried to the double grave she'd bought with her husband twelve years ago after a particularly nasty bomb scare.
"We'll be together forever," she'd lied, and he'd believed her.
She had to leave London, of course, before anyone spotted her. CCTV was only the start of the problems she'd have to contend with in London. Her feet and safehouses led her to Canada of all places. It was in an internet cafe, full of college students clicking way on laptops, with M contemplating how useful her rusty French would be if she decided to settle down, when she felt a prickle at the back of her mind. A sense she hadn't felt in many years, and had been glad to be rid of. There weren't many Immortals in high branches of government, too risky, and there certainly weren't many Immortals who were spies.
She snuck out the back way of the shop, keeping her hand on the handle of her cane and releasing the catch inside in case she'd have to draw the slim sword concealed within the cane. She hadn't used it in years but she wasn't about to let some upstart take her head because she'd gotten a bit out of practice.
"Hello, love."
She turned, drawing her sword in one smooth movement and facing her opponent.
He was tall and lanky, with short dark hair and a playful smile. She tightened her grip on the hilt, ready for anything.
"Methos." she said crisply.
He inclined his head slightly, keeping his eyes on her sword. "Are you going to put that away? We're in a public street."
"Good point," she nudged him backwards, into an alleyway, and around a corner, hidden completely from the back street. "Is this better?"
"Much. But I don't want to fight you."
"Funny. I don't want to die. Keep you hands where I can see them."
He waved his hands in the air, wiggling his fingers. "I don't want your head. Do you want mine?"
"I've got enough memories, I don't need yours kicking about inside," she tapped her forehead with her free hand. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question. I happen to live here. You're the tourist, not me!" he was indignant, which probably meant he was telling the truth, or something close to it. "Last I heard you were England's merry little spymaster. What happened? Reclaiming the commonwealth for Her Majesty?"
She sighed. "I … died. Thirty years of a life. Husband, friends, a … the closest thing I've had to a son, really. It was a good run, but … I had to get away."
Methos made a sympathetic sound. "Buy you a drink? For old time's sake?"
She shrugged and sheathed her sword. "I'd ask you to swear on your honor not to try anything, but we both know you don't have any."
His lips twisted into a smirk. "Honor among thieves … or spies, rather?"
She nodded. "I'll take that."
He offered her his arm, and she took it. He wasn't her husband. He wasn't James. He wasn't an enemy or even a friend, really. But he was enough, for now.
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Date: 2012-11-23 02:44 pm (UTC)now I'm going to have to write this aren't I? Oh dear.
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