Wednesday: Fusions

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Hi, guys. I'm jade_starlight and I'm still your Guest Host for the week. *g*

Today we're going with fusions, taking the characters from one fandom and fitting them into another fandom's universe. What would the Winchesters be like living in the Farscape universe, or Gibbs' team in Starfleet? The sky's the limit. Your prompt can either be just the universe you want the characters slotted into, or the universe and a more typical prompt.

Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

Leverage, Eliot/Nate, Farscape (running from the Peacekeepers)
SG1/SGA, Cam/John, Star Trek XI

And remember not to post more than 3 prompts in a row. If a prompt is answered, you can prompt again later in the day.

If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.

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[jade-starlight.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Nate, Farscape (running from the Peacekeepers)

[jade-starlight.livejournal.com]

SG1/SGA, Cam/John, Star Trek XI

[slybrarian.livejournal.com]

Jim was absolutely thrilled as he and Spock walked down the non-descript corridors of Starbase 11. Finally, after an eternity - well, maybe six or seven months - of doing little more than shuttling ambassadors and looking like Fine Upstanding Heros for Starfleet, the Enterprise was getting some sort of very secret, hush-hush assignment that would involve actual exploration and hopefully some ass-kicking. Whatever it was, it required them to hook up with two other cruisers, the Odyssey and the Atlantis.

When they reached their assigned conference room, there were two officers wearing command gold and captains' stripes talking with each other, although from the way they were first practically lip to lip and then sprang apart 'talking' wasn't the only they they were interested in. Both were easily fifteen years older the Jim; one looked like any of the dozens of farmers he had left back on Earth, and the other had pointy ears but also had haircut that a Vulcan wouldn't be caught dead with.

"You must be Captain Kirk," the farmer said. "Captain Cameron Mitchell, USS Odyssey."

The other captain waved. "John Sheppard, Atlantis."

"John Sheppard?" Jim repeated, eyes going a bit wide. "As in the John Sheppard? Wow. I wrote my senior thesis on you rescue of the Afghanistan, sir. It was brilliant."

"I fail to see how it could be described as brilliant," Spock said, eyes ever so slightly narrowed in the way they got whenever he was in a bitchy mood. "The Apache was so badly damaged that it was scrapped afterwards."

Sheppard's expression was far more blatant, but conveyed much the same emotion. "I see you're the same bright ray of sunshine you've always been, Spock."

"Um, you guys know each other?" Jim asked.

"Captain Sheppard is the only other Human-Vulcan hybrid serving in Starfleet," Spock replied. "We have met several times."

"Spock doesn't like me very much," Sheppard said with a momentary grin. "I'm too emotional for him. Personally, I think he has issues."

Mitchell snorted softly. "You've got the emotional maturity of a turnip, John."

"At least I admit I have them," Sheppard said, not even looking away from Spock.

"Perhaps you would be better served if you made some attempt to restrain them," Spock said. "Certainly you would be less likely to lose starships if you did."

"Perimeter action ships are meant to be expendable."

"Expendable when delaying invasion fleets, not when recklessly charging into battle without backup."

"If we'd waited, the crew of the Afghanistan might not have made it out. There were a half-dozen Kzinti destroyers looking for them."

"Which is precisely why you should have waited for reinforcements. As it was, your own crew was nearly lost."

"We knew the risks."

"Perhaps, but it is hardly logical to risk the crew of an entire ship for a dozen survivors. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few." Spock paused for a moment and raised an eyebrow. "But then, you had several friends on that ship. Or at least, you believed you did at the time you issued the orders."

"Mitch and Dex had nothing to do with my decision," Sheppard growled. "I would have done it for anyone."

"Of course."

Sheppard continued to glare at Spock for a few moments, then he stopped and suddenly smiled. "That's all in the past, there's no reason to argue about it and be impolite. Speaking of politeness, I was sorry to hear about your mother. I grieve with you."

"Hey, how about that mission?" Jim said, stepping in front of Spock with a manic grin and hoping he wasn't about to caught between two angry Vulcans and beaten to a pulp. Once had been enough for him.

"Yeah, it might be a good idea to get started," Mitchell said at the same time, placing a restraining hand on Sheppard's shoulder.

"I really am sorry," Sheppard said. "She was a great lady. Too bad about her son."

"John."

"Fine, I'm shutting up." Sheppard took a few steps back and sprawled into one of the chairs. "We're still waiting for McKay, Emmagen, and Carter, but we can start. How do you guys feel about space vampires?"

[voksen.livejournal.com]

Highlander/Baccano, Methos & Czeslaw, Highlander

[voksen.livejournal.com]

Constantine/Hellblazer, John Constantine/John Constantine, Hellblazer (through a glass darkly)

[eleanorb.livejournal.com]

When they meet it's not in some earth-shattering, parallel world merging, disaster area on the astral plane. It's after midnight in a chip shop in Hoxton where the owner has asked John to look into some graffiti that has appeared on the staff room wall.

One minute he's inscribing a working circle, the next there's a subtle shift of sound and shadow and a dark haired man shimmers into being on the chair opposite, stretching out his long legs and exhaling a stream of smoke.

"John Constantine," he drawls, American accent dry and heavy, though whether it's a question or an introduction isn't clear.

"Tyne," John corrects automatically. "Like the river."

This earns him a questioning look and a raised eyebrow.

"Or the prongs of a fork. Tyne. Constantine, like the emperor."

"Whatever," the man shrugs and holds out the packet of Morleys. Not John's usual brand, but better than nothing.

At the near brush of fingertips knowledge flows between them, memories of lives and actions, sweetness and sorrow. John grins at the notion of Chas as a lippy teenager while his counterpart reels at a brief, but undeniably erotic, impression of a man's hand on his naked thigh. It seems to take a lifetime but, is over in a second.

Blush staining his pale cheek, the dark haired John stands and walks over to the wall. The blond replaces him on the chair, elbows on knees, leaning forward.

"I thought it was a simple haunting, until I saw that," he explains.

A long, nicotine stained finger tracks the chalked words.

"Tamil curse," he says. “Except our perp can't spell. There's a world of difference between rotting a few potatoes and ripping a hole in the veil."

John leans back in the chair and gestures at the circle. "Already prepared, mate. You want to close it from your side, while I do mine?"

The standing man fishes chalk from his trenchcoat pocket and re-draws the circle. Five minutes later he fades back into his world leaving a smoke ring to wreath over John's head.

[voksen.livejournal.com]

Weiss Kreuz, Crawford/Schuldig, Death Note

[pinkrum.livejournal.com]

iou lol

[katbcoll.livejournal.com]

House, House/Wilson, Dr. Who, delicate negotiations.


greetings from the crack fairy

[emmademarais.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean Sam and John, Firefly (The Winchesters as Browncoats)

no fic, but

[umbralillium.livejournal.com]

HI! *waves* I really hope someone writes this. *eyes plot bunny that popped up* No, really, you don't want me doing it. I've seen like three episodes of Firefly, I know diddly squat. *fleeeeeees*

[emmademarais.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Kaylee/Simon, Numb3rs (Kaylee and Simon are genius academics like Charlie)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Kaylee straddled Simon as he lay across the desk.

"According to University policy, we aren't allowed to date," he said with a smile.

"Don't be such a prude, Professor Tam. Scientific visionaries have to have open minds. And besides, this isn't exactly dating," she said as she leaned over to kiss a line from his jaw down his neck.

"Yes, Dean Frye."

"You learn quickly, Simon," she giggled, "Now tell me your idea."

"I want to apply your discoveries on nano-engines to a biomedical project. Neural treatment for trauma victims who have both cognitive and emotion-based symptoms. Clinical trials eventually."

"Sounds like a good project. I'll write the grant in Saturday morning."

"That's great," Simon said with a grin.

"You'll help me," she added with a smirk. "You'll be at my place that morning anyway. For a new and promising intellectual collaboration."

Simon smiled widely. "I've always been a fan of interdisciplinary work."

[emmademarais.livejournal.com]

Numb3rs, Amita, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Amita, the Vampire Slayer)

Note: Navi Rawat *has* been a slayer in the BTVS/AtS verse already so Dana AUs would work as well.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney/Robin, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

The One Where Robin's a Vampire...

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

She's good at spotting targets. Take the blond with cheekbones that could etch glass and smoky blue eyes. He preens and flirts like an overblown peacock in his expertly tailored suit that's a royal shade of blue with a black slick shirt underneath. And that long column of a neck, regal, perfect, pulsing with blood underneath. His hair is blond, that kind that darkens in the winter, but bleaches to near white in the summer month. He's slender and long limbed, with legs and more than impressive... puberty was kind to him, that's no stuffing, he's got a large cock, impressive in size and girth. He reminds her of ole' William or Spike as he insists on being called. William's a perfectly good name. Robin always figured Billy was a better nickname anyway. Not that it matters at the moment.

Robin smiles to herself, keeping the fierce beast within her quiet. He's more than a meal... he's got potential to be an amazing vampire, nearing the peak of his sexual prowess, yet nowhere close to hitting that peak, but still... He fails at picking up a girl, but soon turns his attention to the man near him, fluttering long, thick dark golden eyelashes and starts making sweet come ons as his knee lazily massages the man's groin with tiny little circles.

Robin nods in approval and shakes her head in disapproval. He swings both ways, easy to attract prey that way. On the other hand, that man has nothing but bad intentions for blondie. "I'm Barney Stinson," the man says smoothly in a tenor pitch, straightening his jacket, "And you?"

The man with all wrong intentions begins to open his mouth, but Robin is behind him, fingers tightening around his nuts. "He's not interested," she says and smiles sweetly, slight glimpse of teeth. "I'm Robin Scherbatsky, but you can call me Robin Sparkles this evening."

Barney's smile widens. "And you can call me what ever you want."

Robin runs her fingers along his neck. Flirting not, feeding and transformation as soon as she can get him home. He's going to love being a vampire... he already uses spray on tan, so it will hide the pale skin. He's going to be amazing. "I think I'll call you Dinner."

"Works for me."

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney/Marshall/Lily, Law and Order: SVU

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney/Robin, Dollhouse

The One Where Robin Buys Barney and Barney's an Active...

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

She uses the money from her days as Robin Sparkles to buy three days with him. He's sitting with three other actives, all of them in their tabula rasa states, as innocent and charming as any child. Robin watches as his long slender fingers weave through the air with all of the grace and beauty of any stage musician. He's pretty with blond hair, blue eyes, and delicate features, sharp and angular with high cheekbones... sexy and beautiful if he wore a devilish smirk. For some reason, she'd think he'd look good like that.

Him... yes, him. "Ahh, yes, Whiskey," the director of the New York Dollhouse says when she points to him. "He's one of our most requested actives, very popular among the males and females."

"I want him."

"They always do."

Whiskey turns his face toward the upper levels of the dollhouse, spotting her on the upper balcony. He bubbles happily and smiles, the entire act lighting up his face.

Tabula rasa, her ass, he clearly likes her.

"Six days," Robin says, suddenly. "Make it six days. I'll pay you double."

And she thinks she likes him too. Not sure about the love bit. Love is creepy and weird... probably one of the reasons Ted and she broke up. Maybe in six days, she can find a way to keep him.

"Done. Your active's name will be Barnaby Douglas Stinson for the assignment, Barney for short. Try not to do anything to damage our most valuable active."

She's not making an promises. "Make him arrogant and yet damaged. A womanizer. Bisexual."

"Most people would prefer their actives to love only them." The director raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

Robin stares as Whiskey... no, Barney and makes her decision. No regrets.

"It makes it more interesting." Besides, she's got a box of toys that need to be broken in. She has kinks to fill and Barney's holes to fill them. These six days are going to be fun.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

House, House/Wilson, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

House, House/Wilson, Dollhouse

[umbralillium.livejournal.com]

X-Files, Mulder/Krycek, Supernatural (horning in on a hunt)

[snarky-kat.livejournal.com]

BSG, Kara/Leoben, Phantom of the Opera

[blueskypenguin.livejournal.com]

"There's a story," he says one day, over a meal without a knife sharp enough to pierce his skin and before the idea of a fake daughter even enters his mind. He's had her less than a month, and she's still adjusting, he tells himself. "Of a genius recluse who tutors a beautiful and talented girl, a mediocre dancer, to sing like a siren."

"I can't sing," she replies.

Leoben smiles. "It's a metaphor." Kara says nothing, standing and leaving her half-eaten meal behind. "It's a parable, a fable to show that we all have a calling, and sometimes it takes someone else to show it to us."

"And you think that I'm the singer to your genius recluse?"

Leoben only smiles.

"Well I have bad news for you, you frakking psycopath. I have no destiny, you aren't a genius recluse, and fairytales don't come true."

She pulls a stake she'd fashioned from a wooden slat of the crappy sofa he'd put in this pit, and jams it into his neck. It would be a couple of hours before he walked back through the door to clean up his own bloody mess, but in the mean time she would eat her pasta and hum a jaunty tune.

[darkmagic-luvr.livejournal.com]

firefly/supernatural, Sam/River, Battlestar Gallactica

[havenward.livejournal.com]

He first meets River wandering the halls by the memorial. Searching, searching, searching for her brother, Simon. "He's a doctor," she tells him quietly, looking lost. "He... he was on Caprica."

Sam almost wishes he didn't know where his brother was. Dean's a frakking madman in the cockpit almost enough to rival Starbuck. But when they bump shoulders that night, sharing a bottle of whiskey between them against the hull of his bird, Sam can't help but thank the gods he knows exactly where his brother is.

[snarky-kat.livejournal.com]

SGA, Shep/Teyla, How I Met Your Mother

[anthimeriate.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse, Claire/Adelle, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (a slayer and her watcher)

Dollhouse, Claire/Adelle, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (a slayer and her watcher)

[trillianastra.livejournal.com]

Adelle watches her young charge train. She thinks of the Council, of their stern words for her the day she had left for the United States. And why shouldn’t they, she thought, she was after all the youngest Watcher for hundreds of years, and of course her Slayer had those… issues that made everything just that little bit more complicated.

Claire was a wonderful fighter, who moved with the fluidity and grace of a dancer, and she was mastering every technique that Adelle taught her with ease. But Claire was an unusual Slayer. Before her calling she had endured a difficult adolescence. One unfortunate day, when she was just fifteen, the shy, mousy girl was injured in a horrific accident that left her with three long, disfiguring scars crossing her face. As a Potential, the Council had naturally been monitoring her, and when the effect on her psychological state became clear, there was much discussion of what might happen if Claire was to be the next Slayer.

Adelle had barely finished her training at the time, and she was the only person who stood up for the young girl. Sometimes she considered that the Council had given her this assignment – years before she should have been out in the field – as some arcane form of punishment. If they had, she reflected, it had not had the desired effect, as she was closer to Claire now than she was to anyone else.

Claire came to the end of her training routine, and looked over at her Watcher questioningly. “Adelle? How did I do?” (There was another odd point. It was Council tradition that Slayers should not address their Watchers by their first name. It was felt that it bred too much familiarity. Well, Adelle had never been one for tradition.)
She smiled. “You did well. You’re really improving.”
“Thank you.”
“Now go on, get changed. We’ll do some more theoretical work, then we’ll do something fun.”
“All right.” Claire gave her a small smile and hurried off to shower and change.

[telesilla.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Rodney/Ronon/Teyla, Trek Reboot, a very close bridge crew

Screw Starfleet

[chibifukurou]

This probably isn't exactly what you were looking for, but it's what popped into my head when I saw your prompt.

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Their bridge crew was closer than Starfleet generally liked. Not that it really mattered. They and their ship were expendable as far as Star Fleet Command was concerned. They’d been sent on a mission to boldly go where no one had gone or wanted to go before.

The majority of their journey was through uninhabited space, and what habitation there was barely registered as sentient. In lue of that fact it really was Starfleet’s fault that they were closer to each other than they should have been.

They were the people Starfleet didn’t want but couldn’t get rid of. John Sheppard, a half Vulcan who was raised by his human family, Ronen Dex, a Setidan warrior who refused to stay on his home world, Teyla Emmagan,a low born female communications expert with grades to good to be ignored, and last but not least, Rodney Mckay, an Astrophysist that refused to stop trying to crack the Warp10 barrier. They were the best, and they were everything that Starfleet didn’t want their officers to be.

If they all shared the captain’s bed every night, Starfleet had no business trying to interfere. After all, why should they let an institution that had sent them out into space, to die, rule their lives?

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

Veronica Mars, Veronica/Logan, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Veronica the Vampire Slayer

[smilesoftnsweet.livejournal.com]

I seriously don't know what this is... lol.

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Veronica was on the verge of graduating from high school. A couple more days and she would be free… or well at least from school for the next couple of months until college started. She was turning 18 soon and she didn’t just have graduation to worry about but she was a goddamn vampire slayer, so she didn’t get the regular summer break everyone else did. Hell, she had a vampire with a soul for a boyfriend. Don’t get her wrong, she loved Logan even though he was like 100 years older than her (which ewww she really didn’t like to think about that part), but she was far from the normal she so craved growing up.

Her best friends, Wallace and Mac, are practically married but unbelievably oblivious to the other’s feelings… it’s actually starting to drive her a little bit crazy—especially since Wallace is sure he loves the school’s it-girl, Jackie Cook, and Mac has told Veronica more then once she doesn’t want to mess up their amazing friendship. Her watcher’s name is Rupert Giles. He’s got a cool British accent and although he’s more of a geek than even her own dad, the man is pretty cool… you know for a librarian. All in all, she doesn’t have it that bad… she’s got friends, a dad who loves her, a boyfriend (age not withstanding), and she goes around saving the world… a lot. So who cares if no one else knows... at least the important ones do.

“Mars? Hey, Mars? Veronica, are you with us here?”

Veronica blinks, twirling her arm so the stake points away from her friend’s face. “Sorry, what?”

“She’s spacing’ out again, Mac… must be the lack of orgasms. I told you vampire boyfriends were a bad idea.” Mac elbowed Wallace pointedly in the stomach and offered Veronica a sympathetic smile.

“Don’t listen to him. Lack of orgasms is getting to his brain.” At Wallace’s puff of pained breath, Mac clarified. “I mean lack of non-self-induced orgasms.”

“Funny,” Wallace wheezed, shifting away from Mac’s pointed elbows. “Think this baddie is going to show up tonight?”

Veronica tapped the stake against her lip thoughtfully. “Giles said tonight.”

“Well, the man’s been sniffing too much paper lately. After awhile everything gets jumbled together.”

Mac glared, eyes narrowed and annoyed. “You’re not helping.”

“Are you kidding, I’m the regular help police. Baddies of the night beware Wallace Fennel.”

“I don’t think Giles is the only one who’s been sniffing too much of something lately,” Mac offered pointedly. Wallace couldn’t even offer a response and Veronica really was going to kill herself if these two didn’t get together soon. Luckily, Logan decided to show up then.

“Mars, check it out, your one and only without the pulse is here.” Veronica didn’t need to see it but by the wounded sound coming from Wallace’s direction, she was pretty sure Mac had hit him again… girl really did have some pointy elbows. Veronica moved right into her boyfriend’s space, inhaling the scent of leather and Logan that wafted through the air.

“Didn’t think you’d make it out tonight.”

Logan shrugged—face pale and looking a little dangerous in his dark coat. His hand was cool against her cheek and she tried not to shiver as he leaned forward, dropping a kiss on her lips. She could faintly here Mac making ‘aww’ sounds behind her while Wallace gagged. Logan was pulling away too quickly for her liking.

“Any action tonight?”

“Besides the current one, you mean?” Veronica shook her head at Wallace’s mocking tone. “Ouch! Woman, would you stop hitting me already? I get a black and blue and you’ll be the one to explain it to my mama.”

Logan snickered, lips tilted into a smirk. “Any reason your mama would be looking under your shirt?” Wallace only glared some more.

“As much fun as all this is…” Veronica said, leaning back into Logan’s chest, his hands planted on her waist. “We have a baddie to kill and then we can all go home. Sound good?”

“Depends… he staying?” Logan’s hand gripped tighter onto Veronica’s waist, the other one raised to offer Wallace the finger. Wallace smirked before doubling over when Mac hit him especially hard. Oh yeah, tonight couldn’t go by fast enough.

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

Veronica Mars, Logan/Veronica, House

[telesilla.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Alec/Eliot, age of sail, pirate and captive

[umbralillium.livejournal.com]

Alec carefully keeps his head down when he hears the sound of boots descending the stairs from the quarter deck.

"What's this, Mr. Ford?" the captain drawls. "Y'know I don't take kindly to the slave trade."

Alec can't keep his head down at that, meeting bright blue eyes heatedly. "Ain't a slave," he denies vehemently.

The captain lips twitch up into what could be a sneer or a smile, it's kinda hard to tell. "Where'd you find him, Nate?"

"Parker and I rescued him from a couple of slavers, cap'n," Nate answers.

"What's your name?" the captain asks, circling him.

"Alec," he answers, eyeing the man's billowing blue shirt and the sun-streaked brown hair that the wind keeps blowing into his eyes. He feels as if he should know this man's name, but can't quite remember it.

"Welcome to the Aimee, Alec," the captain says, the almost-sneer turning into a wild grin. "You're gonna be here a while, son."

Alec's eyes widen as the name hits him. Captain Spencer: a man who was almost as famous for his exploits in bed as he was for his exploits on the high seas. Yep, Alec's in serious trouble, now. He figures all he can do now is pray to God his Nana never hears about this.

"Nate, escort Alec to my quarters," Spencer instructs before turning and ascending the stairs again.

Yeah, he really hopes Nana never hears about this.

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

House, House/Cuddy, Criminal Minds

[snarky-kat.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse, Alpha/Echo, BTVS