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Thursday's Theme: Crossovers

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.


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.


Jan. 29th, 2009 05:09 pm (UTC)
Firefly/Doctor Who, Mal/9, war stories
Apr. 11th, 2009 10:24 am (UTC)
It had taken a while for the man to convince Mal not to shoot him, and even longer for Mal to convince Jayne not to either. But that was fair enough, the man having landed the most fucking unlikely spacecraft Mal had ever heard of, let alone seen, in his cargo bay.

He'd fallen out of it, long black coat whipping around him and appeared confused, tired and worn. He was exactly the kind of man Mal would shoot given half the chance, but something made him stop. There was something familiar in the way he moved and stood that made Mal pause.

Mal, propped his feet up on the table, having banished the rest of the crew from the dining room in favour of interrogating their visitor.

"Who are you?"

"The doctor." The man's eyes were dark and hard, but somehow not threatening.

"Already got one of those, what else are you?"

"Alone." His voice was bleak and Mal finally placed his recognition.

"You've fought a war."

He closed his eyes, sighed and then opened them again.

"I destroyed worlds, suns and created destruction that burned through the skies like endless fire. I ended lives and people and removed whole civilisations from time itself. So I suppose you could say I fought a war."

Mal stared at him, at the utter certainly in his eyes and did not move as The Doctor stood up from the table and walked back to the cargo bay. Then suddenly he stood and followed, standing in the doorway as the ship disappeared in a cloud of ethereal noise and blue light.
Apr. 11th, 2009 03:27 pm (UTC)
Wow, such an old prompt! Thank you!

Poor Doctor, so much trauma...
Apr. 11th, 2009 03:41 pm (UTC)
I know, he was so painful as 9. It's beautiful but painful.


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