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tthdrabblesChallenge: #078 - Six Degrees of Crossing Over
Disclaimer: I did not create nor do I own these characters.
Fandom: BtVS/ST:TNG/Sherlock Holmes/Pride&Prejudice/PotC/HP/BtVS
Author's Note I know it said the challenge ran through the month of August. But no one has announced it's over, and I find it a little sad that there's nothing going on here, so... Six drabbles in which characters encounter someone they haven't seen in a while.
Title: Maybe It Wasn't Luck
Word Count: 200
Fandom: BtVS/ST:TNG
Dawn still couldn’t believe she had made it out of there. It had been a bloody close call, even for a girl who had once watched from a shaky platform as the fabric of reality had been ripped open by her own blood. But something evidently still watched out for the Key. Or someone. Last she’d heard, Angel had been pretty high up in Starfleet command. Maybe it wasn’t just luck that the fleet flagship happened by just when she desperately needed a hand. Next time she saw him, she’d ask.
She smiled at the android who had been assigned to show her around the ship- and, no doubt, keep a discrete watch on her. It- he?- was rather sweet, with a personality she hadn’t expected. Nothing like the Buffy-bot, or any other attempts at human animatronics she’d seen.
“This is Ten Foreward, the ship’s main lounge. It serves a wide range of food and beverages, although the beverages are limited to non-alcoholic and synthehol options.”
Shame, I could do with a real drink.
As they walked up to the bar, the hostess came over.
“Miss Summers. It’s been a while.”
Dawn frowned in confusion.
“Have we met before?”
Title: Birds Of A Feather
Word Count: 200
Fandom: ST:TNG/Sherlock Holmes
Data knew his friends found his holodeck adventures amusing. But they had only seen the surface. After the time Geordi had inadvertently almost destroyed the Enterprise by creating a Moriarty who could defeat him, Data had decided to try something different. Instead of being Sherlock Holmes, he wanted to meet him.
It turned out that he and the great detective got along famously. Sometimes Data wondered if it was odd that a fictional character who existed only in the confines of the holodeck was closer to being a real friend to him than many of the people he lived and worked with. It was definitely strange that he had gained more insight into the human condition from a man who had never lived than he did from many humans he had encountered over the years.
Sometimes he wondered if he should stop. He’d tried a time or two. But eventually he would give in and call the program up again. And when he pulled the bell of 221B, he’d wonder why he had stayed away.
Especially when Holmes threw open the door at the top of the stairs with a gleeful,
“Mr. Data! It has been too long! Come in!”
Title: A Delicate and Perplexing Matter
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes/ Pride&Prejudice
Holmes frowned, crumpling the paper in his hand before tossing it into the fire.
“Watson? I hesitate to invite you on what may be a protracted errand, but I have just had a note informing me of a delicate problem in Derbyshire. Lady Darcy has need of a person of my abilities known to be possessed of discretion.”
“Derbyshire, Holmes? Surely not the Lady Darcy?”
“Indeed, the widow of the late Lord Fitzwilliam Darcy. The good lady is nearly ninety, but as hale as ever and quite anxious to have the matter resolved without scandal attaching itself to the family name. She is sensitive where her relatives are concerned.”
“You sound as if you’ve met her. I would even go so far as to say that you might be fond of her.”
“It has been some years since I had the pleasure, Watson, but Elizabeth Darcy is a fine woman. Intelligence, wit, and sound judgment.”
“But however did you meet her, Holmes? You aren’t a society type.”
“This is not the first occasion I have been of service to the Pemberley family, Watson. I helped her grandson in a somewhat less weighty matter of honor while we were at university.”
Title: Fury Like Which Hell Hath No
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Pride&Prejudice/PotC
Elizabeth was fuming. Just wait until she got her hands on that wretched man. Even that supposedly magic compass of his wouldn’t point him to a safe hiding place.
Dumping the orphaned Turner girl with Jane and Bingley had been one thing- Bess was a sweet child who everyone adored. And the Bingleys were certainly better guardians than a pirate. But haring off to the Caribbean with Kitty in tow was another thing entirely. The whole family was in an uproar. Under the circumstances, Elizabeth wasn’t sure if she should be furious or grateful that dueling was actually being prosecuted these days.
And here she was, stomping around some of the seediest docks of Rotherhithe in search of whatever ship he was captaining this time.
“Jack! Jack Sparrow!”
The object of her wrath turned with a guilty start, before backing hastily out of arm’s reach. Immortality or no, he wasn’t fool enough to trifle with Elizabeth Darcy in a rare bad temper. Especially as he did deserve it.
“Elizabeth! Excuse me, I meant Mrs. Darcy! I would say it has been too long, but the fiery look in your lovely eyes makes me think perhaps it hasn’t been long enough…”
Title: Pirate. Wizard.
Word Count: 200
Fandom: PotC/HP
Teague had been right. The trick was living with yourself forever. You had to- for the most part, no one else was around very long. Oh, he had the occasional run-in with the whelp and his missus. That always livened things up. But he got bored with increasing frequency. And when he got bored, Jack usually went looking for mischief.
Not that what he was currently doing would be called mischief by more than a handful of people. Unfortunately, that handful were bureaucrats who took a dim view of a ‘muggle’ turning up in Diagon Alley. Luckily for Jack, the average wizard had no idea who he was, so it was a simple matter of turning up at the Leaky Cauldron around the time everyone was going to buy school supplies. Follow one group or another through that brick arch, and Bob’s your uncle.
He was surprised to see a wizard come straight for him as soon as he set foot in the Alley. Wasn’t that…?
“Mr. Sparrow…”
“Captain Sparrow, if you please, sir.”
“Captain Sparrow. I was hoping we might continue the conversation the Ministry rudely interrupted last year. Do you care for ice cream?”
“Love the stuff, Albus.”
Title: Careful What You Wish For...
Word Count: 200
Fandom: HP/BtVS
Of all the people to turn up, she was the one he had least expected. Albus Dumbledore knew a great many things, but he hadn’t known that vengeance demons could die. None had ever arrived before. She looked almost as surprised to be there as he was to see her.
“Anyanka?” he enquired hesitantly.
She sniffled.
“Have we met?” she asked. “I don’t remember you, and I like to think I would remember a fabulous wizard with a beard long enough to tuck into his belt. But it’s just Anya now. I gave up the vengeance demon thing and became human. Twice.”
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. It sounded as if her story would be even more interesting than he suspected.
“Yes, you once granted a wish of mine. It was many years ago, I was much younger.”
Anya looked at him.
“You’re that wizard! I remember you now! Hallie persuaded me that I was being too closeminded limiting myself to scorned women, and you were wishing for vengeance on a man, so I gave it a try! It was such a simple wish that it was a real challenge.”
Dumbledore’s eyes dimmed a bit.
“Yes, it was,” he agreed softly.
Disclaimer: I did not create nor do I own these characters.
Fandom: BtVS/ST:TNG/Sherlock Holmes/Pride&Prejudice/PotC/HP/BtVS
Author's Note I know it said the challenge ran through the month of August. But no one has announced it's over, and I find it a little sad that there's nothing going on here, so... Six drabbles in which characters encounter someone they haven't seen in a while.
Title: Maybe It Wasn't Luck
Word Count: 200
Fandom: BtVS/ST:TNG
Dawn still couldn’t believe she had made it out of there. It had been a bloody close call, even for a girl who had once watched from a shaky platform as the fabric of reality had been ripped open by her own blood. But something evidently still watched out for the Key. Or someone. Last she’d heard, Angel had been pretty high up in Starfleet command. Maybe it wasn’t just luck that the fleet flagship happened by just when she desperately needed a hand. Next time she saw him, she’d ask.
She smiled at the android who had been assigned to show her around the ship- and, no doubt, keep a discrete watch on her. It- he?- was rather sweet, with a personality she hadn’t expected. Nothing like the Buffy-bot, or any other attempts at human animatronics she’d seen.
“This is Ten Foreward, the ship’s main lounge. It serves a wide range of food and beverages, although the beverages are limited to non-alcoholic and synthehol options.”
Shame, I could do with a real drink.
As they walked up to the bar, the hostess came over.
“Miss Summers. It’s been a while.”
Dawn frowned in confusion.
“Have we met before?”
Title: Birds Of A Feather
Word Count: 200
Fandom: ST:TNG/Sherlock Holmes
Data knew his friends found his holodeck adventures amusing. But they had only seen the surface. After the time Geordi had inadvertently almost destroyed the Enterprise by creating a Moriarty who could defeat him, Data had decided to try something different. Instead of being Sherlock Holmes, he wanted to meet him.
It turned out that he and the great detective got along famously. Sometimes Data wondered if it was odd that a fictional character who existed only in the confines of the holodeck was closer to being a real friend to him than many of the people he lived and worked with. It was definitely strange that he had gained more insight into the human condition from a man who had never lived than he did from many humans he had encountered over the years.
Sometimes he wondered if he should stop. He’d tried a time or two. But eventually he would give in and call the program up again. And when he pulled the bell of 221B, he’d wonder why he had stayed away.
Especially when Holmes threw open the door at the top of the stairs with a gleeful,
“Mr. Data! It has been too long! Come in!”
Title: A Delicate and Perplexing Matter
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes/ Pride&Prejudice
Holmes frowned, crumpling the paper in his hand before tossing it into the fire.
“Watson? I hesitate to invite you on what may be a protracted errand, but I have just had a note informing me of a delicate problem in Derbyshire. Lady Darcy has need of a person of my abilities known to be possessed of discretion.”
“Derbyshire, Holmes? Surely not the Lady Darcy?”
“Indeed, the widow of the late Lord Fitzwilliam Darcy. The good lady is nearly ninety, but as hale as ever and quite anxious to have the matter resolved without scandal attaching itself to the family name. She is sensitive where her relatives are concerned.”
“You sound as if you’ve met her. I would even go so far as to say that you might be fond of her.”
“It has been some years since I had the pleasure, Watson, but Elizabeth Darcy is a fine woman. Intelligence, wit, and sound judgment.”
“But however did you meet her, Holmes? You aren’t a society type.”
“This is not the first occasion I have been of service to the Pemberley family, Watson. I helped her grandson in a somewhat less weighty matter of honor while we were at university.”
Title: Fury Like Which Hell Hath No
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Pride&Prejudice/PotC
Elizabeth was fuming. Just wait until she got her hands on that wretched man. Even that supposedly magic compass of his wouldn’t point him to a safe hiding place.
Dumping the orphaned Turner girl with Jane and Bingley had been one thing- Bess was a sweet child who everyone adored. And the Bingleys were certainly better guardians than a pirate. But haring off to the Caribbean with Kitty in tow was another thing entirely. The whole family was in an uproar. Under the circumstances, Elizabeth wasn’t sure if she should be furious or grateful that dueling was actually being prosecuted these days.
And here she was, stomping around some of the seediest docks of Rotherhithe in search of whatever ship he was captaining this time.
“Jack! Jack Sparrow!”
The object of her wrath turned with a guilty start, before backing hastily out of arm’s reach. Immortality or no, he wasn’t fool enough to trifle with Elizabeth Darcy in a rare bad temper. Especially as he did deserve it.
“Elizabeth! Excuse me, I meant Mrs. Darcy! I would say it has been too long, but the fiery look in your lovely eyes makes me think perhaps it hasn’t been long enough…”
Title: Pirate. Wizard.
Word Count: 200
Fandom: PotC/HP
Teague had been right. The trick was living with yourself forever. You had to- for the most part, no one else was around very long. Oh, he had the occasional run-in with the whelp and his missus. That always livened things up. But he got bored with increasing frequency. And when he got bored, Jack usually went looking for mischief.
Not that what he was currently doing would be called mischief by more than a handful of people. Unfortunately, that handful were bureaucrats who took a dim view of a ‘muggle’ turning up in Diagon Alley. Luckily for Jack, the average wizard had no idea who he was, so it was a simple matter of turning up at the Leaky Cauldron around the time everyone was going to buy school supplies. Follow one group or another through that brick arch, and Bob’s your uncle.
He was surprised to see a wizard come straight for him as soon as he set foot in the Alley. Wasn’t that…?
“Mr. Sparrow…”
“Captain Sparrow, if you please, sir.”
“Captain Sparrow. I was hoping we might continue the conversation the Ministry rudely interrupted last year. Do you care for ice cream?”
“Love the stuff, Albus.”
Title: Careful What You Wish For...
Word Count: 200
Fandom: HP/BtVS
Of all the people to turn up, she was the one he had least expected. Albus Dumbledore knew a great many things, but he hadn’t known that vengeance demons could die. None had ever arrived before. She looked almost as surprised to be there as he was to see her.
“Anyanka?” he enquired hesitantly.
She sniffled.
“Have we met?” she asked. “I don’t remember you, and I like to think I would remember a fabulous wizard with a beard long enough to tuck into his belt. But it’s just Anya now. I gave up the vengeance demon thing and became human. Twice.”
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. It sounded as if her story would be even more interesting than he suspected.
“Yes, you once granted a wish of mine. It was many years ago, I was much younger.”
Anya looked at him.
“You’re that wizard! I remember you now! Hallie persuaded me that I was being too closeminded limiting myself to scorned women, and you were wishing for vengeance on a man, so I gave it a try! It was such a simple wish that it was a real challenge.”
Dumbledore’s eyes dimmed a bit.
“Yes, it was,” he agreed softly.
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Date: 2008-11-09 09:01 pm (UTC)My favorite, though, I've got to say-- that last one, with Anya and Dumbledore. Ow. Well done.
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Date: 2008-11-09 11:51 pm (UTC)