crossovers 100

fic (Shiny Happy People) SG-1/Dark Angel#3 #24 family

Fri, 05 Sep 2008 19:30:00 GMT

Title: Shiny Happy People
Author: karrenia
Fandoms: Stargate SG-1 and Dark Angel
Rating: PG
Summary: The SG-1 team meet up with Max and the X'5 once more,
when Teal'C goes missing and winds up in Seattle.
Prompt: #24 family
Notes: The story picks up, with some interval taken into consideration, after
where the previous story, "Petals in a Windstorm" left off.

26/100

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 belongs to MGM Productions, Gekko Film Corp. Glasner/Wright Productions, as do all of the characters; they are not mine. Dark Angel is the creation of James Cameron and UPN television network. Note: The title was inspired by the song of the same name.

"Shiny Happy People" by Karen

The flag, flapping the early morning breeze above their small compound, is a welcoming sign for it meant that there is still hope for her people. And they have been her people, in more ways than one. It was now, after everything that went before, that they have a renewed of shared need and belonging.

Max Guevara knew the value of a symbol when she saw one.

‘It's been a long road but when has anything worth doing ever been easy?‘ Max mused as she stepped around the cracks in the uneven ground.

The rain predicted for this area by as yet not shown any signs of making an appearance, and this early in the morning. She knew that most of the small community’s inhabitants would not stir from their beds until at least another half hour. As far as Max was
concerned it's an ideal time to go for a quick run around the neighborhood/

She needed to get a feel for the place, and this way she could avoid a confrontation with Alec.

As she began running, settling into a comfortable rhythm and stride, she allowed her
thoughts to wander, wondering, if she could really afford to allow herself to relax
almost a lifetime's worth of caution and paranoia, go so easily.

They now had their little enclave complete with all of the former X-5 operatives and Manticore refugees that she Alec, and Logan Cale had managed to find and rescue over time; but were they really safe?

Alec might think otherwise and Asha might agree with him. "Now there's an image
I don't want to be carrying around in my head all day," Max muttered under her breath as her tennis shoes making a wet splashing sound on the concrete sidewalks.

Under ordinary circumstances she would have taken her concerns and observations
to Logan, but given the fact that she still harbored the virus, that was not an
option.

***
That same evening, Colonel Jack O'Neill, or to be more accurate his younger incarnation
wandered the streets of down-town Seattle with some idea of trying to talk his way
into getting the owners of the local watering holes and night-clubs into giving him
free drinks.

This was made more difficult by the fact that he currently looked to be under the legal drinking age. It really would do his case much good to try and explain that he was in reality the younger cloned version of an Air Force Colonel in his forties or fifties that had been clone and de-aged by a race of gray-skinned aliens known as the Asgard; yet still retained all of the accumulated knowledge, skills and wherewithal of the original Jack O'Neill.

While he had come to accept that, on a genetic level, the two of them were bascially
the same, there were distinct and subtle differences.

A clone was a clone, was a clone. Jack cursed under his breath and tried to forcibly excise any thoughts of the lyrics to send in the clowns from his memory.

Doctor Daniel Jackson had put that idea in his head shortly before it was agreed that it would better in the long term, for all considered to let him live his own life, apart from the SGC; and it was in the interests of fostering that he was here in Seattle, checking out the town, while his new school was in summer recess, and now, looking for a place to hang out.

The wind picked up from the west, blowing in off the nearby Pacific Ocean, causing the teenager to draw his leather jacket tighter around his slender frame, it also blow dirt, grit, and accumulated trash swirling down the street while he had been considering all of this.

A piece of loose leaf paper came unstuck from the a telephone pole where it had been pasted, among others, advertising and or promoting everything from a used-car sale, poetry readings, student protests, including what caught his attention the most, a drinks special at a bar called the Jam Pony. It was a very near thing, Mini-Jack almost lost his grip on the paper to the insistent tug of the wind.

Encounter

The interior of the Jam Pony was crowded, but at least the patrons were not packed into the establishment so one could barely breathe; instead it was busy, but not too busy, and they did not have a bouncer at the door, asking for identification, or checking to see if he was of legal drinking age. In the back of his mind mini-Jack, heaving a sigh or relief,: ‘One crisis at a time, I’ll think of something; I always do.”

He selected a table near the back of the room and sat down, perusing the list of drinks available. He was absorbed in doing, raising his head every now and then, to do a little people watching, when a young man dressed in earth-colored slacks and shirts sat down at his table.

“”Hey!” Mini-Jack exclaimed. “What do you think you’re doing?”

The man had dark hair, intent, pale, handsome features, and air of studied arrogance about him that he thought pretty well of himself. “Hey, yourself,” replied the stranger.

“You know the password?” he suddenly asked with a wry grin curving the corners of his mouth.

“Look, I don’t know who you are, or what you want, “ replied Jack, pulling back in his chair and nearly upsetting in the process. “So, just get the hell out of my face!”

“Wrong. Try again. I can be a patient man,” he cocked his head to one side as if thinking something through. Despite his irritation and impatience with the man and the situation in general, Jack could not help but draw comparison between that small gesture and the Jaffa Teal’c’s habit of doing the same thing, minus the raising of one dark eyebrow.

“Oh, relax,” the man finally said, smiling. “I’m not here to hurt you. In fact, if that was my intent I could have done so before you could even blink or have time to scream.”

“Why am I not reassured by that?” Jack muttered under his breath. “What the hell do you want?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” the older man shrugged. “A few brew skies, some good food, a little conversation. It couldn’t hurt, you know? And who knows you might learn something.”

“I’m game for the beers and the food,” Jack replied, “As for learning anything, what could I possibly learn from you, pretty boy? How to be a jerk?”

“Tough words, coming from a scrawny kid, like you. By the way, the names, Alec. Alec McDowell.” He held out his outstretched offering his hand to Jack, who hesitated before clasping and shaking it.

“Aren’t you worried about buying beer for a minor?” Jack asked as if didn’t really bother him.

“Nah,” Alec shrugged again. “Believe me, around here, no one will care, at least not the regulars. And if I’m right about you, neither will you. We good?”

“Yeah, we’re good.” Jack sighed and slumped back in his chair, causing it to make a scrapping sound on the polished wood floor of the bar.

“You got a name?” asked Alec as he turned his head and shouted out an order for two Pabst Blue Ribbons beer in a pitcher along with two glasses to the bartender, who shouted back that they were on tap and coming up. He turned back to face Jack once more obviously expecting an reply of some sort.

“Jack O’Neill,” he replied, “and thanks for the beer. I’ve been a long time dry.”

“I do hope that just means you’re thirsty,” Alec replied, “And not that you’re a recovering alcoholic.”

“As if,” Jack replied.

“Good.” Alec replied and then he took the two glasses as the waiter brought them over to their table and poured the foamy amber-colored brew into the glasses and shoved one of them over to Jack’s side of the table.

While he was doing that, the sleeve of his shiny white shirt rolled up exposing for a few seconds his strong, pale wrist, and more disturbing to Jack’s way of thinking, the puckered skin that meant either were a tattoo had been removed, or scars. Alec, at first, did not seem to notice or care, but after finished pouring and reaching for his own glass and taking his first sip, gave Jack a penetrating stare.

Jack, intently curious, but wise enough not to seem to interested in the scars, said nothing about it, but suddenly, since his arrival in Seattle, wondered what in the hell he gotten himself mixed up in; it would not be the first time.

If there was anyone who could managed to land in a heap of trouble without actively searching it out, or doing anything to encourage, it was his namesake, and by extension, himself. It was as if Trouble, with a capital T, just a found a way to follow him around.

****
Max, on one her nightly patrols brought her motorcycle to a halt, all of her honed instincts telling her to either fight or flee.

The dark hairs on the back of her neck were standing on end. Yet, the troubling thinking about it, was she could neither hear, see, smell, or otherwise detect any sign of danger.

Max’s instincts and training had very rarely let her down and this time was no exception.

She gunned the motor and took off in the direction where the impression of danger was the strongest. In the tenement projects near the eastern docks. Max realized that it was getting late, and she should have either called or radioed in with Logan or Alec, if the other was not available. But this she was a big girl, and this was a hunch that she wanted to follow up on her own.

Meanwhile Teal’c, staggered out of yet another dank and foul-smelling alley in a city he did not recognize or recall the means by which he had arrived there. His head pounded and skin burned as if with a fever, yet his body shook from head to foot. It was an very strange, the sicker and the weaker he felt, the stronger the instinct to doggedly search for something, anything that would take away the pain.

He did not recognize his surroundings but he was not so far gone that he did not realize that he was on Earth and not off-world; he had just enough wits about him to cover up the distinguishing mark of his time as on the Jaffa to Goua’ld Ra, before stumbling into a few of the locals of this unfamiliar city. Even when was not feeling sick, nauseous and disoriented he knew that the sigil etched onto his forehead would occasion more than a few passing remarks and draw unwanted and undue attention to his presence.

The city was gritty and grey and sometimes as he staggered from shelter to open spaces and back to shelter again, he often growled and swatted at the splattering of raindrops that fell upon his fevered skin.

It alternately cooled and angered him, but at this point Teal’c was not all certain which he preferred. The symbiote in his belly was making its insistent demands upon his body and he could only ignore the needs of his own body and those of the symbiote at his own risk.

Nearby, unobserved by the lost Teal’c another pair of dark eyes watched his staggering, looping progress with a great deal of curiosity and even a little bit of sympathy. Jousha, one of the survivors from the project known as Manticore, crouched down in the shadows by the docks, where it appeared that big black man with the golden tattoo seemed to be heading, and wondered whether or not to make his presence known.

He had already seen with his own eyes just how strong the stranger was, and while he was not afraid, Joshua preferred not to fight; fighting was for the likes of Max, Alec, and Zack, and the other members of their rather strange family. However a part of him, felt a sort of kinship to this lost stranger, and he wanted to help. Jousha cocked his head to one side and thought over exactly what he could do to help, and after a few seconds of agonized indecision, fumbling around in the pocket of his worn jeans came up with a crumbling but still edible chocolate and granola bar.

Teal’C staggered into the empty, square and quite dusty building that he only dimly registered as a abandoned warehouse by the docks. His skin felt hot to the touch and he very badly wanted, no, needed to latch out and hit something. He snarled and tried to punch the floor that unaccountably seemed to try to rise up and defy his efforts when his body decided that it had had more than enough and he collapsed, unconscious to the hard floor, blackness descending over his vision.

**
Joshua, decision made, crept to the entrance of the abandoned warehouse careful not to make any noise that wake the sleeping big man, who even unconscious moaned and groaned. Joshua kept moving, wondering if he should just leave the granola bar and then come back with water and rags, for even from where he crouched a few feet away he could tell that the big man was burning up with a high fever. “I don’t you who are, or even what your story is,’ Joshua smiled and rocked back on his heels, “Tell you what, it does not matter. No one should be alone to suffer through whatever it is you are suffering from. I’m here to help.”

***
Meanwhile, on the opposite of the warehouse district just outside of the docks a similar but quite different conversation was taking place. Seattle was the last place that the SG-1 team had expected to locate Teal’c after he had disappeared from the Cheyenne mountain base weeks ago, but nothing daunted they would find him, no matter what it took.

“Friends of yours?” Alec asked, beating Max to the punch as usual, which, she did not seem to mind and Alec almost demanded to know outright what was going on with her, but decided that it did not really matter at this point.

“We’ve been through this once already, if memory serves,” the blond woman addressed as Major Samantha Carter remarked, her tone sharply reproving.

“”Yeah, Max,” replied, “Back when those creepy government guys tried to nab me and Original Cindy.”

“Why do you call her that?” Jack asked.

“It’s a long story,” Max sighed, turning to regard the teenager with wistful fondness, while at the same time resisting the urge to reach down and ruffled his curly blondish brown hair. “However, to answer your question, if you Cindy and her rather, forceful personality, and everything we’ve been through.”

“There’s only like her,” Alec interrupted.

“We have a pretty good idea of what you’ve been through. And I think I speak for all concerned,” Doctor Daniel Jackson chimed in, “That we’re relieved that Manticore is no longer a going concern.”

“For crying out loud,’ Colonel Jack O’Neill, the adult incarnation interrupted. “If we’re going to do our friends any good at all, we’d best get a move on. You guys, want to help, fine, just don’t get in my way.”

“Charming, isn’t he?” Max remarked wryly. I still can’t over the fact that it’s you, Jack, as an adult.

“It’s not really like that,” Mini-Jack flushed in the wake of Max’s intent brown stare, he’s the original; I’m just the clone.”

“I guess we had something in common,” Alec added. “I refrain from saying ‘I told you so,’ Max.”

“You can take your ‘I told you so, Alec,” Max replied with a toss of her head. “And stick it where the sun don’t shine.”

“Whoa,’ Jackson muttered.

“Like whoa,” Mini-Jack grinned. He was really beginning to take a shine to very attractive and resourceful Max Guevara. And suddenly, he wanted very much, to be a little bit older, because in ways he had yet determined he knew that Max liked him, but in the way an older sister cares for a younger brother. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath.

“Let’s just keep searching for Teal’C and Joshua,” Max said,

***
The small group of had agreed to split up, figuring they would be able to cover more ground in less amount of time that way. Max, Daniel, and mini-Jack went west toward the center of town; meanwhile, Jack, Alec, and Sam went east toward the harbor.

Continued in chapter 4: “Children of the Revolution”

The First Time It Was Already the End; Heroes/Supernatural; Elle/Dean; PG-13

Wed, 03 Sep 2008 23:24:21 GMT

Title: The First Time It Was Already the End
Fandom: Heroes/Supernatural
Ships: Elle/Dean, Bob
Summary : The first time (or maybe it was at birth, I once heard a rumor that I came out spiting blue sparks) it come, at an age with pig tails and being 'daddies' little girl, it was like a burst of blue across grandmothers oh so sweet house.
Notes: Its about time I did another one of these!
Disclaimer: Not Mine
For: crossover100
Prompt: 15 Blue.

The first time (or maybe it was at birth, I once heard a rumor that I came out spiting blue sparks) it come, at an age with pig tails and being 'daddies' little girl, it was like a burst of blue across grandmothers oh so sweet house.

The moment that it hit the ground of the snug little cottage (with pictures covering every inch of the story-book home with sugar cookies calling me) went up like a box of matches.

There were flames that smelled like one of daddies cigars surrounding me and still climbing higher but all my childish baby-blues could see was the fairy blue sparks spreading to each of my finger tips, 'Does this mean I'm a fairy princess, grandma?'

-

“Whats got you all blue around the gills? I didn't leave you, you should be jumping for joy or at lest being miss crazy or should I say yourself. I hope that you still want me to stay, Elle.”

I wanted to rip up the reminder and push away the memories that came flooding like a broken dam and started drowning me with the pain of it all ('when can it stop daddy?' 'soon princess just stay still for me').

“Oh shut up you big fool, this has nothing to do with you. And if you use this as a reason to leave again you'll be packing with one arm.”

The charm of this man didn't come from his words (just ask all his exes, which is a really long list. Almost as long as mine), or his manners but the fact that he seems like the same old same old then he goes and saves your life like a freaking terminator (minus the metal).

He's the 'no chick flick moments' kind of guy but still when the time calls for it he's a better shoulder to cry on then Peter and that's saying something.

But the one true reason that I found him (besides the whole 'your a demon' 'no I'm not' thing) was the fact the he sees me and not just the damaged parts because he's not so unbroken himself.

“What did I say about biting head's off?”

“Only demons and Sammy, well fine just tell me when he gets back, I really need to bite something, anything or anyone.”

“Okay just not me. Who's that?”

The flames came roaring back to life as he took the picture from my limp hands, the smiling face (too sweet, full of sugar cookies and warm hugs, too sweet to be the same blood as me) pulled on too many memories and most of all it marked the beginning of this horror-story, 'You know, my little El, your just like your father all the way down to the bone.'

“The reason I'm blue around the gills (isn't it green?). My grandmother, she died yesterday.”

Of all the things he could do, of all the things he could say he chooses to be everything I don't except him to be, my knight in armor with a crack in it (or was it a few hundred?).

“She reminds me of you, maybe in the end you'll be just like her.”

I can only dream, after all I have daddies blood running it's way in my veins (or do I?).

Drabble: Saving Souls (Will Turner/Barret Bonden)

Wed, 03 Sep 2008 09:24:55 GMT

The first drabble for my claim

Falling ACME Anvils (1/1) - SPN/SV crossover #90 Home

Tue, 02 Sep 2008 21:00:31 GMT

Title: Falling ACME Anvils
Author: clarksmuse
Beta: divas_lament
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Grace Winchester
Summary: When unearthing family secrets, use subterfuge. And potato chips.
Prompt: #90 – Home for crossovers100 Supernatural prompt. Table is HERE.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: While Sam and Dean don’t belong to me, the girl is mine.

( you want to handle the this is why we line your windows with salt speech while I turn the car around? )

Prompt #41: Shapes - The End of Innocence - Highlander/Supernatural

Tue, 02 Sep 2008 12:46:02 GMT

Title: The End of Innocence- Immortal!Uncle Dean
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: clarksmuse
Rated:G
Fandom: Highlander & Supernatural - Immortal!Dean ‘verse
Characters Dean Winchester, Richie Ryan, Duncan MacLeod and OC - JD Winchester
Prompt: Written for spawnfic_tues & Prompt #41 Shapes for crossovers100
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. JD is mine.

Summary: JD overhears a conversation between his uncles and wants to know the truth about what they do.

A/N: Other spawn adventures in the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here.

The End of Innocence

"The Darkness, It Wants," Dean Winchester, #41 Shapes

Mon, 01 Sep 2008 02:14:11 GMT

Title: The Darkness, It Wants 1-3
Author: sailorhathor
Claim: Dean Winchester of Supernatural (x-over w/ Miracles)
Prompt: #41 Shapes
Rating: Rated R for sexual situations between two men, discussion of sexual kink involving guns, bad language, and violence (including several graphic murder scenes)
Word Count: 15,380 total
Beta: Thanks to Harshini for the beta!
Summary: In early 2003, Chad Goodwell murdered five people because the voice of God told him to. Sam's visions finally reveal the truth of how the 19-year-old college student was manipulated into destroying so many lives, and who was really behind it all.
Warning: See the rating section. Spoilers for Miracles "Hand of God" and "The Ferguson Syndrome." Spoilers for Supernatural "All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1" and the pilot. Spoilers for the classic Star Trek episode "The Empath." One scene contains homophobic language.
Author's Notes: Five people Chad Goodwell killed and two he didn't, but not for lack of trying.
Feedback: See ya next week! Keep those cards and letters comin'!
Table

Followed - #25.Strangers - Heroes/High School Musical.

Mon, 01 Sep 2008 00:56:19 GMT

Title: Followed.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Elle Bishop, Sharpay Evans, & Ryan Evans.
Fandom: Heroes/High School Musical.
Rating: PG-13.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): Well this would have taken some place within season 1 & before the end of season 2 of Heroes.
Author Notes: Written for crossovers50: 29- Enemies; crossovers100: 25- Strangers; galorechallenge: Sharpay- ice, distrust, Elle- pain.

(Followed)

Prompt #39 Taste: You Must Remember This - HL/SV/SPN

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 21:10:24 GMT

Title: You Must Remember This
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: pen37
Rated: PG
Fandom: Supernatural, Smallville & Highlander: Immortal!Dean universe
Characters: JD Winchester, Richie Ryan. Mentions of Dean Winchester and Chloe Sullivan. Dean/Chloe
Prompt: Written for spawnfic_tues & Prompt #39 Taste for crossovers100
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. JD is mine.

A/N: Other spawn adventures in the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here.

A/N2: The story of why Chloe left is Nobody’s Girl but you don’t have to read that to read this.

Summary: JD finds some photos of a blonde woman with Uncle Dean. He convinces Richie to tell him all about her.

You Must Remember This

Prompt # 42 Triangle Chloe Sullivan. One John to Another.

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 18:03:57 GMT

Fic: One John to Another (1/1)
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary: The Grandparents have a talk.
Author: pen37
Beta: Divaslament
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: John Winchester, Johathan Kent
Rating: pg

A.N: After The End Of All Things, I wanted to write something light and fluffy. I think I may have read Good Omens one too many times.

( This was going to be trouble. )

Prompt #19 WHite - The Blaine Identity - HL/NCIS

Fri, 15 Aug 2008 14:35:39 GMT

Title: The Blaine Identity
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: idontlikegravy
Fandom: HL & NCIS: Part of the Watcher!Abby verse
Prompt:#19 White for crossovers100 my table is here

Rating: PG
Characters: HL: Richie Ryan NCIS: Gibbs, Tony, Abby, McGee
Summary: Gibbs’ gut tells him Richie isn’t who he says he is and Gibbs’ gut is never wrong.

A/N: Other Watcher!Abby Verse stories are here

The Blaine Identity

Shockingly Sweet - #23.Lovers - Heroes/Smallville.

Sun, 10 Aug 2008 03:37:11 GMT

Title: Shockingly Sweet.
Fandom: Heroes/Smallville Crossover.
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Elle Bishop/Oliver Queen.
Rating: PG-13.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): Innuendo.
Author Notes: Written for galorechallenge, prompt: Elle/Oliver- Kiss. Written for crossover100, prompt: Lovers. Again...I really hate titles.

(Lovers)

Prompt #15: Blue - Brother Knows Best - HL/SPN

Wed, 06 Aug 2008 12:55:53 GMT

Title: Brother Knows Best - Immortal!Uncle Dean Series
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: clarksmuse & pen37
Rated: PG-13 for violence
Fandom: Supernatural & Highlander
Characters: JD Winchester, Mule Winchester, Dean Winchester
Prompt: For spawnfic_tues & #15 Blue for crossovers100 my table is here
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. The Winchester rug rats and their mom belong to me.

A/N: Other spawn adventures in the Immortal!Uncle Dean Series can be found here

Summary: JD convinces Mule that they should go hunting - Alone.

Mule couldn’t believe he’d let JD talk him into this hunt

FIC: "The Laughing Professor" (DCU/HP), #36-Smell

Tue, 05 Aug 2008 21:55:15 GMT

Title: The Laughing Professor
Fandom: Hellblazer (DCU/Vertigo), HP

Pairings/Characters: Harry Potter, John Constantine
Rating: T, for language
Word Count: 1,643

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or DC/Vertigo. I’m just borrowing them for a bit. (Though I wouldn’t mind working out a short-term lease on John, if you’re offering.)

Summary: Is Hogwarts really ready for the cynical, foul-mouthed, chain-smoking Professor John Constantine? One-shot.

The Laughing Professor

FIC: "In Brightest Day", #7--Days; "Mercy", #89--She (DCU/HP)

Mon, 04 Aug 2008 02:18:16 GMT

Title: In Brightest Day
Fandom: DCU, HP

Pairings/Characters: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Prompt: 7, Days
Word Count: 100

Disclaimer: I do not own DC Comics or Harry Potter.

Summary: Dumbledore was wrong about the "power he knows not." One-shot.

In Brightest Day

Title: Mercy
Fandom: DCU, HP

Pairings/Characters: Harry Potter, Mercy Graves, Severus Snape
Rating: T
Prompt: 89, She
Word Count: 288

Disclaimer: I do not own DC Comics or Harry Potter.
Summary: A jobless Mercy finds unemployment with the unlikeliest of people.

Mercy

Sailor Gallifrey - Doctor Who/Sailor Moon

Sat, 02 Aug 2008 19:23:06 GMT

Title: Sailor Gallifrey
Claim: Doctor Who General Series
Fandom: Doctor Who/Sailor Moon
Characters: The Doctor & Luna
Word count: 200
Rating: G
Prompt: #001 - Beginnings
My crossovers100 table: Can be found here.
Disclaimer: The characters and locations portrayed here are not mine. Doctor Who belongs to the BBC and Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi, TOEI, and Kodansha. This is a fan authored work and no profit is being made. Please do not archive this story without my permission.
Author’s Notes: This is one of those “I can't believe I wrote this” fics (a double drabble, really) that sometimes make their way onto paper. I'd recently started watching Sailor Moon, and then one day when I didn't have anything to do I suddenly remembered this picture by jesidres. And, well... I couldn't help myself. ;~P

(Gallifrey Power Makeup!)

new fic (Multiple Birds with One Stone (SG-1/Highlander

Thu, 31 Jul 2008 21:04:14 GMT

Title: Multiple Birds with One Stone
Author: karrenia
Fandoms: Stargate SG-1/Highlander
Characters: Amanda, Vala Mal Doran, ensemble cast of SG-1
Rating: General Audiences
Notes: Follows up where the previous story :Birds of Prey" left off.
Prompt: #48 diamond

25/100

"Multiple Birds with One Stone" by Karen

Accepting Vala Mal Doran onto the team was one thing," Liutenant Cameron Mitchell thought and most of that had been done out of both necessity for Dr. Jackson's sake and out of the value of the information and resources that she possessed and offered in trade at the time.

Granted she was trouble, but at the same time also seemed to possess an almost uncanny
ability to get out the various scraps and still come out smelling like roses.

In the back of his mind, Cameron really had to wonder how she managed to do that,
for his uniform no matter how many times he washed, rinsed, and scrubbed, still retained
the indelible aroma of dust from the last planet the team had visited, while Vala smelt
of whatever shampoo that she showered with.

Eventually he decided it really might be a woman thing which begged the question, one which General Landry and the others seemed inordinately unwilling to press any farther than they already had, what to do with Vala newest gal pal, Amanda Devarieux.

While she had admitted to having been approached by the former NID agent Colonel Maybourne to infiltrate and steal government property out of the Chyenne Moutain base Amanda had also admitted to turning the offer down as well as not taking the money to complete the job.

This alone gave her some positive points in his book; yet she had still broken into the top-secret facility, and she knew Vala. Hell, they took to each other, seconds after the intiial confrontation, like two bees in a honeycomb. That worried him, more than it probably should, and now they were at this very moment, in Vala's quarters, with their heads together, laughing, giggling and catching up on old times as if there was no question of Amanda's ulterior motives.

***
Mitchell paused in front of the door to Vala's quarters with his fist poised in midair hesitating in the last few seconds before he sighed and knocked.

The door chime pinged and Vala laughed and asked him to come in.

Amanda looked up from where she sat straddle-legged in the chair in front of the
terminal of Vala's base computer a smile curving the lips of her mouth. To Mitchell's
way of thinking he could have sworn that it was the kind of smile that would not have been
out of place on the proverbial cat that ate the canary. It was as if she could read his min; and knew each and every thought that had been going through his mind only moments before; the worst part of it was, she didn't seem to mind.

"Ladies," Cameron Mitchell began, "I came to tell you, General Landry wants everyone to
to report to the ward room in ten minutes, that includes Amanda."

"We'll be there." Vala nodded and reached up to smooth back her plait of long hair.

"I still don't understand one thing," Mitchell began before trailing off and reaching up to rub at his scalp as if it itched. He wore his hair short and cut military-style since that way it fit better underneath a flight helmet, but the thought still would not go away. "if you really are Immortal, and I'm still not certain I believe that one. Then how the hell did you two meet?"

"I've been to Earth before, Mr. Mitchell," Vala replied, "I"m certain you remember the
circumstances of our previous meeting."

"Yeah, but that still doesn't answer my question."

"You two have met before," Amanda added with one arched dark eyebrow. "Interesting,
very interesting."

"Not now, Amanda," Vala added.

Mitchell sighed and squared his shoulders. "You know what, it just gives me a headache and suddenly I don't want to know. I'll see you two at the briefing." With that he turned on
his heels and went out the way he had come in. Sometimes not knowing was the better
part of valor, and whoever had come up with that old saying that ignorance was bliss was a
very wise man indeed.

**
Once everyone had gathered in the ward room, including Dr. Carloyn Lamb and the rest
of the SG-1 team General Landry launched into his briefing.

"As as I'm certain you are all aware," Landry began, "Circumstances have introduced a random element into our team structure," he continued as he managed to avoid making eye
contact with Amanda who returned the favor. "And while it still remains unclear exactly what her purpose is, we will continue to allow her to remain 'a guest' pending any further subversive actions."

"Let's clarify that right now," Amanda said. "I'm not a terrorist and I'm not your enemy, and I've admitted to being a thief; a very, very good thief. Otherwise we wouldn't be here right now so you can all stop worrying." She sniffed, and to think you're hanging out with these clods, Vala."

Vala exchanged significant glance with Doctor Daniel Jackson and then turned back to
face her.

"I didn't have much of a choice, besides it did give me an excellent opportunity to travel the galaxy, meet new and interesting people, all on someone else's dime."

"Well, I don't know about anyone else," Amanda chimed in, "But I'm convinced."

"I'm not," replied General Landry this time making a point of holding onto her level gaze with one of his own.

"Threads That Are Golden Don't Break Easily" ~ Torchwood/Narnia ~ 010. Years

Thu, 31 Jul 2008 09:54:16 GMT

Title: Threads That Are Golden Don’t Break Easily
Fandoms: Torchwood/Chronicles Of Narnia
Claim: Torchwood general fandom
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Susan Pevensie
Prompt: 010. Years
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 9735
Summary: Susan meets Captain Harkness at various points in her life.
Author’s Notes: Don’t worry, Susan is entirely legal by the time anything of a relationship-type nature happens. Spoilers for both Narnia films, and also mild ones for the books The Magician’s Nephew, The Voyage Of The Dawn Treader and The Last Battle. And details have been taken from the Torchwood book The Twilight Streets. I’ve taken some major liberties with the timeline, but it is an AU.

Harkness swears quietly. “Was it the wardrobe?” he demands. The professor remains silent. “Digory, was it the goddamn wardrobe?”

Not Going Home - HL/SPN - (2/2)

Wed, 30 Jul 2008 12:55:05 GMT

Title: Not Going Home(2/2)
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: clarksmuse & idontlikegravy
Rated: PG
Prompt: #32 Sunset for crossovers100 my table is here
Fandom: Highlander & Supernatural. Part of the Immortal!Dean Universe..
Characters: Richie Ryan, Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle. Richie/Jo
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.

Summary: When Bobby can’t track down the Winchesters, Richie agrees to help him out on a hunt. Richie doesn’t count on having to deal with Ellen’s wayward daughter Jo.

Part 1

Part 2

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Prompt #32 Sunset: Not Going Home - HL/SPN - (1/2)

Wed, 30 Jul 2008 04:32:15 GMT

Title: Not Going Home(1/2)
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: clarksmuse & idontlikegravy
Rated: PG
Prompt: #32 Sunset for crossovers100 my table is here
Fandom: Highlander & Supernatural. Part of the Immortal!Dean Universe..
Characters: Richie Ryan, Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle. Richie/Jo
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.

Summary: When Bobby can’t track down the Winchesters, Richie agrees to help him out on a hunt. Richie doesn’t count on having to deal with Ellen’s wayward daughter Jo.

Not Going Home

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Fic: "Strays" (DCU/HP), #37: Sound

Tue, 29 Jul 2008 04:15:42 GMT

Title: Strays
Fandom & Claim: DC Comics/Harry Potter

Pairings/Characters: Batman, Zatanna, Nightwing, Robin, Alfred. Pairing is a secret.
Rating: G
Prompt: #37, Sound
Word Count: 936

Disclaimer: I do not own DC Comics or Harry Potter.

Summary: Batman has car trouble, while everyone else is amused. And people wonder why he hates magic? One-shot.

Strays

Acquisitions (WB/HL) Prompt 48

Tue, 29 Jul 2008 03:45:59 GMT

Yes, I'm a posting fool, trying to make up for forgetting to post this here.

Title: Acquisitions
Author: raine_wynd
Word count: 1313
Prompt: Diamond (#48)
Fandoms: Highlander/Witchblade
Rating: PG
Summary: Gabriel has business with Amanda.
Link URL: http://raine-wynd.livejournal.com/290150.html or http://www.rainewynd.com/fiction/acquisitions.html

Arms Against the Darkness (WB/HL) Prompt 88

Tue, 29 Jul 2008 03:41:18 GMT

I have no idea how this managed to escape posting here, but in cleaning up my website I found it.

Title: Arms Against the Darkness
Fandom: Witchblade/Highlander
Claim: Witchblade & Highlander
Prompt: #88: He
Rating: Well, it's not anything that wouldn't have made either show.
Pairing: None.
Summary: Late one night, Sara decides not to be alone.
Link URL: http://raine-wynd.livejournal.com/353876.html or http://www.rainewynd.com/fiction/armsagainstthedarkness.html
Comments especially welcome!

FIC: The Dragon Murders (TS/WB) #35 Sixth Sense

Tue, 29 Jul 2008 03:25:22 GMT

Title: The Dragon Murders
Author: rainewynd
Fandom: Witchblade/The Sentinel
Claim: Witchblade
Prompt: #35: Sixth Sense
Rating: Adult for graphic violence and bad language
Pairing: None.
Summary: All Sara Pezzini wanted was a place to start over, but Cascade's no ordinary city. Can she and Jim Ellison solve a series of murders before it's too late?
Link URL: http://raine-wynd.livejournal.com/387432.html for the story in 6 linked parts) or http://www.rainewynd.com/fiction/dragonmurders.html for it in one 215kB chunk.
Comments especially welcome!

"Unspoken," Dean Winchester of SPN, #50 Spade

Sun, 27 Jul 2008 03:54:04 GMT

Title: Unspoken 1-4
Author: sailorhathor
Fandom: Supernatural/Miracles
Claim: Dean Winchester of SPN
Prompt: #50 Spade (for digging in the past)
Universe: Brokeback Mothman
Rating: NC-17 for graphic m/m sex and bad language
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Paul Callan. Discussion of Teen!Dean/Billy Loomis from Scream.
Word Count: 19,273 total
Beta: Thanks to Harshini the Impatient Vegemite for poking me until I wrote this story. She also served as its beta.
Summary: Dean and Sam return to Boston, and Dean tells Paul a secret that might end their relationship.
Warning: Contains spoilers for all of Miracles and Supernatural up to "The Benders." Spoilers for the movie Scream.
Author's Notes: I haven't written for my OTP for quite some time; I was too busy conning others into doing it. ;) But I always intended to take up this storyline again.
Feedback: Don't forget! To write! We love to 'ear! From you! ;D
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Fic: Celebrity Status

Thu, 24 Jul 2008 20:17:21 GMT

Title: Celebrity Status
Fandoms: CSI: NY/Harry Potter
Characters: Don/Harry/Danny
Claim: Harry Potter
Prompt: # 11 Red
Word Count: 655
Rating: PG
Summary: Danny should have believed Harry's claims of fame.

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