Crazy Crossover Conversations Meme

[rheasilvia]

Seen at ignipes' LJ:

Give me two characters from different fandoms you know I'm familiar with, and I'll give you a dialogue happening between the two of them. Without justifying how the crossover would work, how their worlds clashed, or how they could even meet each other. Just a silly crossover conversation with no backstory, for fun.

I'm changing this slightly to include only fandoms I like, so as to minimize potential problem sources in writing these. :-) If you don't know what fandoms I know and like: My LJ interests are far from being a complete list, but they're a place to start. Also, anything I've ever talked or written about in a positive way is fair game.

There are some characters that refuse to talk to me, but I will do my best. *g*

Comments

[without-me.livejournal.com]

Krycek and Dean. (YUM.) Or, y'know, Mulder and Sam.

[rheasilvia.livejournal.com]

This is unexpectedly difficult! I will definitely write this, but I must ask you for patience. :-)

[without-me.livejournal.com]

No worries! It will be a delightful surprise whenever it happens.

[rheasilvia.livejournal.com]

"Henricksen wasn't just my first partner, you know," says earnest FBI guy. "He was my friend."

Dean doesn't know what to say to that, so he just nods and takes another drink. He's nowhere near drunk enough for this. Rationally, he knows what happened to Henricksen and the others wasn't his fault – but it's hard to get the guilt in his gut to shut up about it, all the same.

It's been even harder since Agent Alexander turned up, all spit and polish and whatnot, still so new to the idea of the things going bump in the night actually being *real* that he lowers his voice every time he speaks about them, as if ashamed to actually give voice to something so ridiculous.

Never mind that he knows enough to believe in them.

"I thought Vic had lost his mind when he called me that night – but then, with what happened afterwards… there were so many things that made no sense, just didn't add up. And so I started doing some digging, and there are a lot of strange things happening that nobody seems to know about. A *lot*."

"Tell me about it," Dean says. "The bastards are like those thingies with the heads. Where you cut one off and then they grow a dozen more and shit. Only the new heads are all different and even worse than the old ones, like wendigos and vampires and fucking demons and stuff you've never even heard of before."

"Yeah – here I am telling you about it when you're the one who's been out there fighting all along."

"But so have you, right?" That gets Dean an oddly sharp look, and Dean tries a grin. "You know, fighting for truth and justice and all that sh – uh. And all. That. Which includes fighting the creepy crawlies, except that if you don't know what you're fighting you can't really do too good a job of it."

Alexander laughs a little and knocks back his own drink, shaking his head. "Yeah. I guess so. The truth will set you free, huh?"

That sounds like a bible quote – Dean's not religious, but the various scriptures are kind of like a bag of salt and a shotgun with some of these things, so he knows his way around holy texts. He hopes Alexander isn't religious; Dean has never met a religious hunter who didn't turn into a complete nutbar sooner or later.

"So. If there's ever anything I can help you with." Alexander leans forward to catch Dean's gaze, and his eyes are very clear and very steady. "Not because of Vic – because someone needs to go after these things. I want to help."

"Yeah, okay," Dean says. They can definitely use some help from inside the law enforcement community, that's for sure.

Alexander smiles. "Call me anytime."

[without-me.livejournal.com]

Oh, Dean. You just don't even know what you're getting into, do you?

::flails::

[rheasilvia.livejournal.com]

It just goes to show: Trust no-one! No matter how authentic their FBI badges. :-)

Yeah, Dean should definitely lose that number and never even think about calling... although chances are that wouldn't actually make a difference at this point. *g*