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thisfishfliesSo, I did a few crossover drabbles a few days ago. And they are ones I could probably expand a bit, if people prodded me a bit. Here they are, bitches!
SGA/SPN
Dean Winchester and John Sheppard meet, spill the secrets of their jobs, then drink.
“So, ghosts.”
“Aliens.”
“Vampires?”
“Aliens.”
“Werewolves?”
“Motherfucking aliens in spaceships, dude!”
“It's just- voodoo and magic.”
“Your spaceship turns invisible.”
“I guess I can see what you are getting at. Maybe. But still- zombies?”
“Let's just start drinking. Maybe this'll all make more sense in the morning.”
Psych/White Collar
Peter groaned when the flailing man he had seen in the corridor entered the conference room. His expression was mirrored on the grim man who followed. The first started to moan and mumble as soon as he was in earshot, but then abruptly stopped. He was staring at Neal.
“Dude- Neal! I haven't seen you in years. How's it going, with the forgeries?” He asked, before he seemed to remember where he was. “Wait, was I not supposed to say that? Are you going to be arrested?” He asked with wide eyes.
Neal seemed to freeze when the man first addressed him, but it was a split-second reaction before his face smoothed back into it's normal nonchalance. Peter would not have noticed it if he did not know Neal so well.
“Shawn. I didn't expect to see you. Ever again, really,” Neal started, when the other man-Shawn- interrupted.
“Wow, you were already arrested? Dude, that sucks.”
“How did you know he was arrested?” Peter asked suspiciously. He really didn't put trust in anyone who knew, or was friends with Neal.
Shawn's eyes flitted from Neal to Peter to the man who came in after him. He smiled. “Don't you know? I'm psychic.”
SPN/Bones
“So not only do we have to break into the Smithsonian, but we have to dodge the FBI while we do it?” Dean asked Sam, trying to distract him from his fries.
Sam just slapped his hand away. “That's where the bones went. And my source tells me that the FBI works heavily with the lab where they are being stored.”
“Your 'source'?” Dean muttered between bites. “Who could you be talking to for information on the Smithsonian?”
“I have friends Dean! And one of them happens to work there.”
“It's one of your geek buddies, isn't it? Is he like a tour guide at the museum or something?”
“No Dean. He actually works in the forensic anthropology lab- the one we need to get into. It's how I learned about the bones and the hauntings.”
“Fine, whatever. Let's just get going. D.C. is a long drive from here.” Dean managed to swipe the last of Sam's fries and he moved towards the door of the diner.
“Don't you think we should plan this out?” Sam asked as he followed him out.
“Nah, I'm sure I'll come up with something.”
Four days later, when Booth's gun was pointed at them Dean flashed a rueful smile.
“I guess we should have planned this better, huh, Sammy?”
So if you want to see more of one of these, tell me. I don;t know what one to do next.
SGA/SPN
Dean Winchester and John Sheppard meet, spill the secrets of their jobs, then drink.
“So, ghosts.”
“Aliens.”
“Vampires?”
“Aliens.”
“Werewolves?”
“Motherfucking aliens in spaceships, dude!”
“It's just- voodoo and magic.”
“Your spaceship turns invisible.”
“I guess I can see what you are getting at. Maybe. But still- zombies?”
“Let's just start drinking. Maybe this'll all make more sense in the morning.”
Psych/White Collar
Peter groaned when the flailing man he had seen in the corridor entered the conference room. His expression was mirrored on the grim man who followed. The first started to moan and mumble as soon as he was in earshot, but then abruptly stopped. He was staring at Neal.
“Dude- Neal! I haven't seen you in years. How's it going, with the forgeries?” He asked, before he seemed to remember where he was. “Wait, was I not supposed to say that? Are you going to be arrested?” He asked with wide eyes.
Neal seemed to freeze when the man first addressed him, but it was a split-second reaction before his face smoothed back into it's normal nonchalance. Peter would not have noticed it if he did not know Neal so well.
“Shawn. I didn't expect to see you. Ever again, really,” Neal started, when the other man-Shawn- interrupted.
“Wow, you were already arrested? Dude, that sucks.”
“How did you know he was arrested?” Peter asked suspiciously. He really didn't put trust in anyone who knew, or was friends with Neal.
Shawn's eyes flitted from Neal to Peter to the man who came in after him. He smiled. “Don't you know? I'm psychic.”
SPN/Bones
“So not only do we have to break into the Smithsonian, but we have to dodge the FBI while we do it?” Dean asked Sam, trying to distract him from his fries.
Sam just slapped his hand away. “That's where the bones went. And my source tells me that the FBI works heavily with the lab where they are being stored.”
“Your 'source'?” Dean muttered between bites. “Who could you be talking to for information on the Smithsonian?”
“I have friends Dean! And one of them happens to work there.”
“It's one of your geek buddies, isn't it? Is he like a tour guide at the museum or something?”
“No Dean. He actually works in the forensic anthropology lab- the one we need to get into. It's how I learned about the bones and the hauntings.”
“Fine, whatever. Let's just get going. D.C. is a long drive from here.” Dean managed to swipe the last of Sam's fries and he moved towards the door of the diner.
“Don't you think we should plan this out?” Sam asked as he followed him out.
“Nah, I'm sure I'll come up with something.”
Four days later, when Booth's gun was pointed at them Dean flashed a rueful smile.
“I guess we should have planned this better, huh, Sammy?”
So if you want to see more of one of these, tell me. I don;t know what one to do next.
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Date: 2010-01-29 01:33 pm (UTC)I WANT TO SEE MORE OF THE MIDDLE ONE PLEASE. THAT WOULD MAKE ME AND A FRIEND VERY HAPPY.
jus' sayin.
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Date: 2010-01-29 07:29 pm (UTC)It's fun~
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