Thursday's Theme: Crossovers

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Today's Theme is: CROSSOVERS

This one's pretty self-explanatory, except that I feel I should remind you that this includes crossovers within franchises and that there's nothing wrong with a nice RPF/FPF crossover.

Please be kind to the code monkeys and remember the posting format: Your Crossover, Your Pairing, "Your prompt". One prompt per comment.

Examples:

Leverage/SPN, Nate/John, "back in the day"

SG-1/SGA, Daniel/Rodney, "dirty talk"

SGA/SGA RPS, Joe/John/Rodney, "do you take orders as well as he does?"


Yes, more than one writer can write to a prompt and yes, you may write something for your own prompt, if you like.

And remember, if nothing here grabs your fancy, you can always head over to the Lonely Prompt List and give a lonely prompt a home.


And that's it for me! Thanks to the mods for letting me guest host, to the code monkeys for keeping track of everything and to all of you who left prompts and/or wrote porn.
♥!

Comments

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Leverage/SPN, Nate/John, "back in the day"

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"So how do you know a guy like that?" asks Hardison. "Not that he's wrong or something. But man, he's waaaaaaaaay out in some other world."

"Oh, you found a friend from Middle Earth?" asks Eliot sweetly.

"Hey! That's... That's not cool man! I may..."

Nate sighs and turns to his group. Everything, he supposes, is better than another geek vs muscle fight. All attention is quickly concentrated on him and he coughs, a bit uncomforatble.

"Well, I met John awhile ago. On some job. He was hunting and well, let's say the guys like him aren't great friends of insurance companies. We've met and..." Nate stops for a moment and maybe blushes slightly. "Well, I almost caught him and we kept in touch... kind of. That's it, end of story."

He quickly grasps half-empty whisky bottle from the table and leaves the conference room.

The rest of the team stood, gaping after him.

"Kept in touch kind of? How do you kind of keep in touch?" asks Hardison. "They send each other a mail pigeon once in a while?!"

"We've met and...? And what?" asks Sophie with a huff.

"He blushed," notices Parker with shock and whispers conspiratorially to Spencer, standing next to her: "He just may be human."

"Almost caught him?!" asks Eliot too shocked to pay attention to the blonde.

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SG-1/SGA, Daniel/Rodney, "dirty talk"

Dirty Talk, Daniel/Rodney, SG-1/SGA Crossover

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"I said," Daniel repeated slowly. "I'd like to fuck you." His enunciation was crisp, ringing in McKay's burning ears.

"It's just... I just... you just..." Rodney sputtered, mouth working around a torrent of words that had yet to reach coherency.

"It's going to be rough, and hard, and right here." Daniel spun Rodney, pinning him against the wall, holding him there with the weight of his own body. His reached around and made a grab for Rodney's dick while he lapped at the other man's throat.

"Oh God," McKay whimpered, thumping his forehead against the wall. He pressed his ass backwards into Jackson, a wanton move that was otherwise outside of Rodney's usual repertoire. Usually his role was reversed, him digging his fingers into the waistband of his partner's pants, him dragging them down over his partner's ass. But for right now, right here, what he wanted more than anything else in the world was Daniel Jackson's cock.

Jackson's grin was wild, his palm dragging up the length of Rodney's dick. "Do you want it, McKay? Me? Want me?"

"Yes! God, fuck, yes!"

"Then say it."

"...what? Should I take out an ad in the Times too?"

Daniel shoved Rodney up against the wall harder. "Don't get sassy with me. Sam may take that from you but--"

"How do you--!"

"Please," Daniel snorted.

"She told?! Oh God." A hand fluttered up toward Rodney's brow.

"That you're a little slut? And want it all the time? Oh yeah, your secret's out." Daniel eased back, shoving McKay's pants down with both hands. "Then again, we wouldn't be in this storage closet if she hadn't."

"I'll have you know I have a perfectly healthy sex drive for a man of my age!"

Daniel undid the buttons of his black cargo pants. "Good. Let's put it to use then, shall we?"

[telesilla.livejournal.com]

SGA/SGA RPS, Joe/John/Rodney, "do you take orders as well as he does?"

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

The question was meant to be a joke, lightly asked and a nod towards the way that David doesn’t take orders at all, just mutters and complains and acts like a bitch every time he thinks a director (at least, one who isn't Martin) makes the wrong call.

But John (and it's weird to think of the other man as John instead of him) just smirks, just fucking smirks, as he wraps a hand around the back of McKay's neck.

"Oh, he takes orders just fine--"

Soft drawl that's Joe's voice, but not, and the way the tension leaches out of McKay's shoulders, the way his eyes drop slightly-- well, that's just not fucking Hewlett at all.

And Joe's not entirely sure what to think. Because he's looked at David and thought that's he a good actor, looked at David and thought that he really needs to stop being such a drama queen, looked at David and thought, yeah, he's an attractive guy. But he's never once looked at David and thought about what he'd be like on his knees and sucking Joe's cock.

So, yeah, definitely not Hewlett.

John's smirk widens as Joe tries to adjust himself without it being obvious, tries to shift to a position where his cock isn't trapped against his jeans and making him want to get to the nearest toilet and jerk off until he's coming to the thought of McKay, of Hewlett, with Joe's cock down his throat and unable to bitch about anything for once.

And John knows exactly what Joe's thinking, can't do anything but know. So when he looks at Joe as they stand, hand resting lightly on Rodney's arm and a low, "You coming?" thrown over his shoulder, Joe just nods and follows them both out.

[antares04a.livejournal.com]

SG-1/Indiana Jones, Daniel/Indy, "strange rituals"

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Time travel never does sit right with him, no matter how many times it happens, and when it lands him in the middle of India and the rest of his team who knows where, Daniel is perturbed, to say the least.

Egypt he could handle. He spoke the language. Not that he didn't speak a bunch of languages that could get him by in India, but that wasn't actually the point.

Not that he had a point. He was trudging through a jungle with very little idea where he was going or what year it was.

He was still cursing Jack O'Neill in every language he knew when he found a road...of sorts. "Pankot? Great." So at least he had an idea where he was, but still no clue as to when. Still, Pankot meant a palace, and depending how close to their mark they'd come, that would mean an English garrison or an Indian prince, either of which was better than this.

He trudged along the road until he found himself following an odd threesome up to the palace steps where an Indian man greeted them.

"And you are?"

"Oh, ah...I'm not with them...I'm...lost, actually."

"I should say you are." He smiled, but something about that smile didn't sit well. "You're name?"

"Oh, yes, Daniel. Dr. Daniel Jackson."

The tall man in the fedora and leather coat turned to look at him. "Doctor?"

"Archeology." Daniel said, taking off his glasses and squinting up at their host. "Among other things."

"Dr. Jones is also an archeologist. Perhaps the two of you will have things to discuss. Come, His Highness will gladly offer you shelter for the night and help to arrange you passage someplace more suitable tomorrow."

The man in the fedora fell back as the woman started questioning their host as to the princes and his marital status. "Dr. Indiana Jones."

Daniel smiled and held out the hand. He knew the name, and the reputation. Not what his generation would call a pure archeologist, but a man who got his hands on some of the most amazing finds.

"You out here after anything particular?"

Daniel shrugged as they headed inside. At least now he had an approximate time for when he landed. "Just studying the local legends, observing."

Dr. Jones grinned at him. "Observing...see anything...interesting?"

Daniel remembered something he'd read in the man's biography. "I specialize in documenting rituals...coupling ceremonies, sexual rites."

His grin got bigger and he slung an arm around Daniel's shoulders. "Come along Dr. Jackson, I know a few strange rituals of my own."

[catgirlemi-7.livejournal.com]

Traveler/Leverage, Eliot/Will, Hunted down

[antares04a.livejournal.com]

SG-1/SGA, Jack/John, "Scientists!"

Scientists!

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

"Guys we've got to go," Jack yelled into the room. The building was rocking but not even the pending doom couldn't pull the men from the computer screens.

"We don't have time for this," John snapped going into the room and watching both men trying to frantically download something.

"We have to do this. It could be the code to making own ZPM's or a stepping stone in the making of them," Rodney yelled watching lines and lines of data pass that looked like gibberish to anyone else, but Rodney seem to read it like a book.

"Oh my god," Daniel said seeing something he pointed at and made Rodney nod as well.

"Daniel""Rodney" the service men yelled at the same time to their prospective men.

John went in and grabbed Rodney's arms a the building starting to shake again. Smoke from the bottom levels was soaking up and starting to choke off the room.

"Rodney," John yelled again pulling at him.

"Not yet," Rodney demanded than the power shut out.

Daniel pulled the special flash drive from the computer and they started to run as the ground under them started to burn the bottom of their feet. They all ran at full speed, John dragging Rodney and Jack pulling at Dan. They dove into the Puddlejumper and John flew them off right before the building feel to the ground.

John couldn't help it. he pulled the damn man who had almost gotten him killed to him and took his lips. He was expecting a gasp from beside him but instead heard a soft moan. He opened an eye and turned to see Jack kissing Dan just as hard.

They met eyes and Jack shook his head.

"Scientists!" they said in unison.

[catgirlemi-7.livejournal.com]

Dr.Horrible/Leverage, Hardison/Dr.Horrible, Laundry

Laundry Day

[laceyleopard.livejournal.com]

He was pinned against the dryer, being kissed fiercely. The blond kissed with equal fervor, groaning a little and squirming as his erection was squeezed throgh his jeans. A song began in the back of his mind when the fly of his pants was opened and the questing hand slid inside his briefs, tugging on the prize inside.
The kiss continued, deeper, while feelings of ecstacy pooled at the base of his cock. All too soon, the song ended in his climax.
"Balls," he whispered, offering a towel to the stranger. He took a corner to clean himself, and rearranged his jeans.
"I'm Billy. Do-do you do this often?"
"Alec, but eveyone calls me Hardison. And no, I don't." Hardison grinned. "But I might be willing to make an exception."
"Oh. You should."

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Being Human/SPN, George/Mitchell/John, open-minded

Open-minded, Being Human/SPN, George/Mitchell/John

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

They were too young – or looked it, anyway. Barely more than kids, really, and George was younger than Dean.

It made it all kinds of dirtybadwrong, and it just added to that wrongness if he remembered what rather than who he was in bed with.

But Mitchell was possessive with every touch of his hands on either of them, and George scraped his nails down John’s back a little too roughly as he fucked into the younger man, and it was completely exhilarating. Mitchell was behind him, pressing into him and laying nips along the line of his neck – never drawing blood, but the sudden sharp pain kept repeating over and over and mingling with the feeling of fullness and the pressure.

John gasped as he came, and Mitchell was there, pulling him gently out and back from George and pushing him down into the mattress, moving quickly to take his place and sliding into George who let out something not so different from a howl as he arched his back and bared his throat.

It was hot, and as Mitchell sank his fangs into George’s neck, all the while holding John’s gaze until George froze underneath him and then shuddered as Mitchell completely undid him. When George had collapsed under Mitchell, the vampire pulled away, teeth and lips red with blood and eyes black with more than desire.

Moving slowly, as if he was not quite sure, John leaned forward, wrapped his hand around the back of Mitchell’s neck and closed his lips over Mitchell’s bloody ones.

Sometimes it paid to keep an open mind.

[catgirlemi-7.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Doctor Who, Hardison/Doctor, Fanboy

Fanboy, Leverage/Doctor Who, Hardison/Doctor (10)

[beautybecks.livejournal.com]

Hardison recognises a TARDIS when he sees one, especially one with a broken chameleon circuit. A 1950's English police box does tend to look out of place in America. At first he looked for the spare key above the 'P' in Police Box only it wasn't there. No problem. Hardison was able to rig up a skeleton key.

The technology inside was incredible. Hardison ran some diagnostics off his own laptop. He knew better than to mess with things he didn't understand but it was easy to learn.

It wasn't long until he picked up distress call. Alec bit his lip in indecision. Until he saw the man use a sonic screwdrive on the thing that was chasing him. The TARDIS was also very eager to rescue him.

"Please, you need a full crew to fly you. Not a Noob like me!" Hardison complains but the machine still flashes her lights. "Fine! Damn, you win. I always have been a sucker for the smart girls." He walks over to the control panel, hoping he's pressing the right buttons.

The Doctor runs in a few seconds later.

"Who are you?"

"You're the Doctor!"

"Who are you?"

"The actual Doctor!"

"Who are you?" The brown-suited man asks.

"Oh, my name is Alec Hardison. I'm your biggest fan." Alec shakes the Gallifrean's hand.

"You can stay." He decides, bearing his white teeth in a huge grin. "But just for one trip."

Alec agrees. It's never just one trip.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Heroes/Merlin, Mohinder/Merlin, I don't believe in magic

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Heroes/SPN, Adam/John, education

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Buffy/Merlin, Giles/Uther, just like me

Just like me, BtVS/Merlin, Giles/Uther

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

In a different world, they probably would have been friends. Each with their past tragedies (Ethan, Igraine), each with the one person they've sworn to protect (Buffy, Arthur) above all others even if sometimes they're not very good at it.

Yes, they could have been friends. Sat and drank wine and compared stories and old war wounds and commented on 'the youth of today' and the trials of trying to be a decent father figure, of when to push and when to coddle.

It's a pity they live millennia apart and, in a chamber in a castle and in a condo in California, two men look into two separate mirrors and see someone like-them-but-not-them and both experience a split second where they think, I'm not alone and I know youmeweus...

And then the moment passes and they both turn away from their mirrors and get on with living life the best they know how.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Being Human/Buffy, George/Mitchell/Angelus, pet

Pet, Being Human/BtVS, George/Mitchell/Angelus

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Kinda contains dark!George and Mitchell...I hope that's okay?


"So why do we have to deal with him again?"

"Herrick."

"Bloody hell."

They look at the vampire - a bit too feral and ever so slightly mad with hunger - and both of them grimace.

"We're going to have to buy some stronger chains and manacles...if you want to play with him."

George tips his head to one side and ponders. "We could keep him. No telling what the Americans did to him, but he should clean up nice enough...eventually."

"Annie's not going to be best pleased."

"Oh, Annie'll like someone else to dote on. And she can add to her drinks-making repertoire - coffee, tea, hot chocolate and pigs blood."

Mitchell grins, his eyes washing over with black, and he reaches out and wraps his fingers around George's wrist. "Come on," he says. "We can play with our new pet later."

He pulls George out of the room and locks the door behind them. Inside, trapped in his cage, Angelus lets out a howl of anger and his eyes flash gold.

[elebridith]

Torchwood/Leverage, Captain Jack Harkness/Eliot Spencer, "immortality"

[nephir.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure I am happy with this.... hope you like it.

Torchwood/Leverage, Captain Jack Harkness/Eliot Spencer, "immortality"

“Immortality is vastly overrated” Jack said as he circled shark like around Eliot. “Or at least that is what the popular press likes to claim. But I think you would really have to ask someone who is immortal to know for sure.”

Jack leered as he finished his circuit of Eliot. “Me now…I could care less about it. I prefer to live in the here and now. What about you?”

Eliot shrugged. “I haven’t died yet so I really can’t say.”

He reached out and grasped Jack’s arm to pull him tight against his chest. “Life’s too short to worry about tomorrow.”

Jack grinned in delight…another hedonist to play with. This had a lot of possibilities. Wrapping his longer arms around Eliot he nuzzled under his ear and then nipped sharply at the skin there. “Why don’t we see what today has in store for us?”

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Torchwood/Primeval, Ianto/Stephen, the cunning use of weapons

I'm afraid this can't be allowed.

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"That was intensely smart of you. Using the dart gun as a bar between the rocks and swinging so you could land on his back," Ianto told the man who had stopped the T-Rex single-handedly.

"Who are you?" he demanded sounding less than pleased to see Ianto there.

"Ianto Jones. I work for Torchwood," he said putting on his best serious face, which was very good.

"Well, that doesn't mean you should know about this," Stephan snapped and turned his gun on him.

"Who are you really?"

"I-a-n-to J-o-n-e-s," he spelled it out making Stephen's glare intensify. "I work for Torchwood. We deal with these sort of things. You'll want to take your gun away from my face right now."

"I don't know what this Torchwood is or what you deal with, but I can't let you away seeing what you've seen," Stephen said not moving his gun.

"I know who you work for and I thank you for dealing with the sudden outbreak of Dinosaurs so we don't have to, but I'm afraid I can't let you walk away from this," Ianto said picking up his own gun and aiming it.

"You'd better put that down," Stephan warned.

"You wont shoot me Stephan. You're not that type of man. You've seen my face though and you've heard the word Torchwood. In the profession you're in I'm afraid neither of those things can be allowed. I have no choice but to do this." Ianto said calm as pie as he aimed the gun carefully.

"But," Stephan started than was stopped as the gunshot went off. Barely moving fast enough a small pill of Retcon flew into his mouth and hit the back of his throat making a small gash before sliding down his throat. Stephan grabbed at his throat, choking and fighting off the suddenly forceful need to sleep.

The Retcon worked and Stephen was unconscious within seconds. Ianto swatted down and opened his mouth. Seeing the small gas he snapped his fingers.

"Too much power. Have to tinker with it a bit more," Ianto said walking off and putting the specialized gun back into his pocket.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

SGA/Leverage, John Sheppard/Eliot Spencer, unexpected job benefits

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

SPN/Leverage, Dean/Eliot/Nate, here we go again

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Chuck/Doctor Who, Casey/Donna, terrifying

[liviapenn.livejournal.com]

Angel/Supernatural, Charles Gunn/Dean Winchester, sleeping rough

Charles Gunn/Dean Winchester, sleeping rough

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

"Shit, you really live like this?"

It sounds even ruder when Dean says it aloud than it did inside his head - and he receives a dark glare from the young man walking beside him. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything at all, but when Gunn had offered to take him back to 'his place' Dean had expected something a little more permanent than a damn warehouse.

"Better than on the streets." Gunn shrugs like it doesn't matter and he throws the long, wooden weapon he'd saved Dean's life with into a large crate stuffed full with others.

"That's what hotels are for, dude."

"No one ever said fighting evil was glamorous."

Dean doesn't want to call the feeling that surges through him pity as he looks around and as Gunn tells him to grab a blanket and find a spot to sleep. Yeah, this definitely isn't how he'd envisioned his evening would go. He'd been thinking something more along the lines of him, Gunn, a bed, and trading war stories, comparing scars.

But this, man, this is poverty. Gunn's street gang is the ultimate fucking sacrifice in the fight. It makes Dean damn appreciative of what his father had been able to offer him and Sam when they were growing up. Maybe a glance around this place would stop Sam from getting his panties in a twist when he talks about their childhood.

He spends the night on a cold floor beneath a dirty blanket, looking forward to finding something better tomorrow - and he promises himself that one of these days he's going to show Gunn the slightly more glamorous side of hunting.

[liviapenn.livejournal.com]

SG1/Due South, Daniel Jackson/Ray Kowalski, fuck you too

[liviapenn.livejournal.com]

Who-verse/SG1, Jack Harkness/Vala Mal Doran, fancy meeting you here

Let's blow this joint, Who-verse/SG1, Jack Harkness/Vala Mal Doran, fancy meeting you here

[beautybecks.livejournal.com]

Jack was forced into the dungeon with a kick to the ribs for good measure. As the thick metal door was closed, locking him in, he screamed,

"Hey, I asked for a hotel!" Jack smiled, wincing as it re-opened the cut on his lip. He looked around, it was cold, dark and damp. The typical dungeon. He'd gotten out of worse scrapes before.

"Jack? Captain Jack, is that you?" The female voice sounded almost annoyed and Jack grinned at the effect he had on women. He strolled over to the voice, not surprised to see Vala in rusty handcuffs, a gag resting on her neck. She'd obviously been more trouble than him, but then again, she always had been.

"Vala Mal Doran, fancy meeting you here." He smirked.

"Never mind that, undo my handcuffs." He obliged, pulling a lock-pick from one of his many hiding places upon his person. "I suggest we get out of here, I'm scheduled to be put to death at sun-rise."

"Okay, what have you got?" Jack asked. "What resources?"

"What, so you can steal them and leave me here to rot?" Vala accused, which Jack couldn't deny.

"Fine, I have a ship waiting for me, if we can just get to it."

"That's not much use is it?" Vala snarked as she stole his hidden gun. "A x-156 class, not bad but it won't do anything in here." She used it to blow a hole in the roof, a little crack of light shining through. "I strongly suggest we blow this joint."

"What's the plan?" Jack doesn't mind taking orders from a woman.

"To blow it. I have some c-4, I just couldn't get to it with the handcuffs on." She set the C-4, which blew the door clean away. "See you later, Captain." She kissed him, deep and possesive and then she was gone.

With Jack's gun and the co-ordinates of his ship.

[liviapenn.livejournal.com]

Firefly/VM, River Tam/Veronica Mars, if I were a weapon

[daria234.livejournal.com]

It seems like I'm attracted to damaged goods, thought Veronica. First Lily, then Duncan, then Logan. Now River.

River giggled as if she could hear Veronica's thoughts.

"You're silly, V."

"Yeah, I am silly. For letting you talk me into this." River had dumped several trunk-fuls of red and pink blossoms all over Veronica's bed. It looked gorgeous but made it slippery and awkward to move around.

But River of course had already changed moods and modes again, jumping to the next topic as she lightly straddled Veronica's waist. "Don't think of it as flowers, Veronica. Think of the pink ones as happiness," she said as she lifted a few and let them float down onto her face, "and think of the red ones as justice."

I wish, thought Veronica, thinking of all the shitty things that she hadn't been able to prevent, and all the people who got away with them.

"Pay attention Veronica," River said with a giggle, "Now, if I were a weapons," and here River smiled mysteriously in a way that Veronica found unsettling, "I would let you borrow me. I would be your weapon of vengeance. I would cut through your enemies like a flaming sword through a gingersnap."

"You're insane, Riv," Veronica said with a smile.

"That's what they tell me."

"You know what, let's clean up these flowers and bake some cookies. All your gingersnap talk has made me hungry."

River responded by laughing and bounding away into the kitchen. Veronica followed, smiling, as if it were just another episode, just another non-lucid moment that River's loved ones needed to overlook. But the conversation stayed with Veronica for a long time, making it harder and harder to refrain from doing some investigating into the lovely girl she enjoyed so much.

[magnavox-23.livejournal.com]

MacGyver/Stargate SG-1, MacGyver/Vala Mal Doran, "I bet you say that to all the girls"

[strg8g33k.livejournal.com]

Bones/Torchwood, Booth/John, handcuffs

Bones/Torchwood, Booth/John, handcuffs

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

"Seeley Booth," the prisoner said as Booth entered. "If you'd wanted me in handcuffs all you had to do was ask."

"Jack Harkness." Booth sighed. "Of course. How'd you get killed this time?"

"The Corrigan brothers. I thought they were supposed to be in jail?"

Booth shrugged, sitting down across from Jack. "Not enough evidence."

"Lucky for you there should be this time. Eyewitness account and some lovingly collected forensics. I like your new partner by the way."

"Jack," Booth warned. "I don't have to have you released."

"Why, Seeley," Jack said innocently, "Just what are you proposing?"

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Dead Like Me/Lost, Charlie/Mason, the newest reaper

Dead Like Me/Lost, Charlie/Mason, the newest reaper

[trillianastra.livejournal.com]

(Okay... I'm very new to Dead Like Me, and this is my first attempt at writing it. But hopefully this is OK.)


Mason unfolded the now extremely crumpled post-it note, which read ‘C. Pace, 4:27’, followed by a set of GPS coordinates. “Well, here we are.”

George did not look impressed. “And where is ‘here’, exactly?”
“Uh… about eighty kilometres off the coast of Fiji, give or take a few.”
“Was it really necessary for us to come all the way out here?”
He looked at her. “You don’t question this stuff, you know that.”
“I know, I know…” George looked over the side of the small motorboat they were sitting in, peering down into the water. “Hey, I see something.” She squinted. “It looks person-shaped…”
Mason checked his watch – it read 4:26. “Nearly time.”

George reached down, over the side of the boat, and whoever-it-was grabbed her hand. With some effort, she and Mason got the person inside the boat, where he lay limply on the bottom. Mason checked his pulse, and found that it was very weak. Knowing that there wasn’t much time, he took the young man’s soul and the faint pulse slowed and stopped.

“So, who are you two, then?”

Mason and George both turned to see the man’s soul sitting behind them. George shrugged. “George. That’s Mason.”
“And what exactly are you doing in a small boat in the middle of nowhere, George and Mason?”
The reapers looked at each other. Mason answered. “Well… sorry, but you’re dead. We’re here for you.”
“For me?”
“Yeah. What’s your name?”
“Charlie.”
“You don’t seem too upset about being dead.”
Charlie shrugged. “I knew I was going to die.”

George stared. “You did? Didn’t you try to stop it?”
“Yeah. I did, at first. But I found out that it was pointless, that I was going to die anyway. So what’s next? Pearly gates or something?”
“Not exactly… first we need to get back to civilisation. Which in our case would be the fishing boat anchored in… that direction,” Mason pointed, “…and then there’s someone you need to meet.”
“Who?”
“Our boss.”

Thirty minutes later, Mason, George and Charlie were climbing out of the motorboat onto the deck of a small fishing boat, and Charlie found himself being introduced to an older man called Rube. Mason and George conveniently disappeared at that point, while Rube explained what was happening and used words like ‘destiny’ a lot. Once Charlie knew that he was a reaper, Rube left him to think things over. Charlie was leaning on a railing looking out at the water when George came up to him.

“Rube told you, huh?”
“About this reaper thing? Yeah.”
“It’s not so bad, really. You’ll be okay… we’ll look after you.”
“Uh, thanks, I suppose.”