Summaries for Dummaries IV: Round one
Results Round I of Round IV of Summaries for Dummaries! There are still some other prompts I'm working on, so fret not.
This time is a bit different because I expanded on some of these, into scenes from a story I'm not going to write, as well as a few ficlettes. There's also one other one where I ended up writing over 3,000 words of SG1/Glee Kurt fic and have hit a wall, but hopefully I can rescue that one (I believe in me).
Without more rambling on my part, the crossover fic!
(results of Round I, Round II, Round III)
The Forgotten Heir (Bones/Harry Potter; Booth-centered) (summary) for averzierlia
Booth has a good life: an awesome partner, a great job, and he may finally be starting to make sense of the squints at the Jeffersonian.
But that may all come crashing down when FBI psychologist Lance Sweets comes to Booth as the only person who can save his life. For what Sweets never told them is that his parents were part of a British terrorist cell in the 1980s, hell-bent on the destruction of Scotland! and now, years later, the last remaining members of that cell are coming for Sweets!
(And there may have been something about magic in that explanation, but Booth didn't quite catch it all. There's no such thing as magicl.)
(yes. I wrote a summary about Lancelot Lestrange.)
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The Diary of Helga Hufflepuff (Highlander/Harry Potter) (snippet) for tygermama
"Dear diary--"
"It does not say that!"
"Shut up, Ron! The translation spell takes the meaning of what was written down and translates it into something we'll understand!"
"Sounds barmy to me."
"Shh! Ahem. Dear diary: The potions master died again today--"
"Died again? Okay, now I know that this spell is rubbish!"
"Ron!"
"Shut it, Ron, or else we'll never get our homework done! Go on, Hermione."
"Thank you, Harry. The potions master died again today. That's the third time this term. Godric is quite upset that this keeps happening, but as Rowena points out, far better it happen to Elijah than to the apprentices. It's unlikely that any of them would bounce back as quickly. Okay, that's the end of that entry. Harry, are you getting all this down?"
"Of course I am. What's next?"
"Dear Diary: Well, that's done it. Salazar and Elijah had a bit of a set-to, and once Elijah picked himself of the tiles, he left the school. Terribly inconvenient for us; no doubt Godric will be forced with the apprentices for potions this term. That man can't even make soup!"
"Got it. Next?"
"Dear Diary: I found out why Rowena was crying. It seems that she and Elijah were meeting out behind the dueling pitch, and him away without so much as a farewell! That cad! If he were still here, I'd have Godric turn him into a slug!"
"Ha! Finally, something interesting!"
"Oh, do be quiet Ron. Dear Diary: This is awkward. Elijah's portrait was delivered to the school today. That set Rowena off again. I had Godric hang the portrait in the lower hallway where Rowena won't see it. It's not the best solution, but, well, we already paid the artist."
"Is that the last entry?"
"Yes. But that can't be all there is to the assignment."
"It's all we had to write."
"But...."
"What are you doing, Hermione?"
"Indicare Elijah the potion master's portrait! See, it's still here! Let's go!"
"Come on, Harry, otherwise we'll never get outside to Quidditch practice."
"Keep up!"
"Oof, watch my foot!"
"Look, here it is!"
"It's hard to see."
"Lumos!"
"Oi! Isn't that..."
"Professor Pierson, the fencing instructor!"
"It must just be someone who looks like him, that was a thousand years ago!"
"Look at that glare the portrait’s giving you, it's totally the same glare!"
"That’s creepy.
"But how can the same person have taught at Hogwarts a thousand years ago and also right now?"
"More on, why would someone want to?"
"Ron!"
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Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Browncoat (Firefly/NCIS) (Summary) for tygermama
A well-crafted AU in which Serenity comes across Mal and Zoe's old comrade from the Independence wars, LJ Gibbs, and Gibbs' new crew: A former outer colony lawman (DiNozzo), a retired Companion-trained assassin (Ziva), their safecracker and code breaker (McGee), their explosives expert (Abby) and a retired doctor (Ducky). Together, they will go up against the biggest threat the universe has seen: An Alliance plot designed to crush all rebellion in the outer colonies - forever!
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A Walk Under the Arch (Anita Blake/Criminal Minds) (Snippet) for firefox1490
"We leave for St. Louis at first light. Garcia, you're coming with us. See everyone at the airfield in an hour."
The BAU team dispersed, leaving Penelope Garcia sitting open-mouthed at the round table. After a few moments, she gathered her laptop and bolted after Hotch.
"Um, sir, I really think it would be best if I were to stay in Quantico--"
Hotch never looked up from putting papers into his briefcase. "Garcia, this case looks like it will have a significant technological element and I need you with us in St. Louis."
Garcia twisted her fingers together, eyes wide."Yes, I understand that, sir, but I can't go to St. Louis."
This got Hotch's attention. "Why not?"
"Well, um, a while ago there was this thing, and stepping foot inside St. Louis would be a bad idea. Like, really bad."
"In what way?" Hotch asked, seating himself behind his desk.
Garcia looked over her shoulder, went to close the office door, then came back over to the guest chair. "You know that I'm a..."
"A werewolf," Hotch filled in. "Yes, I do. I also know that you've been a lycanthrope since you were a child and that you have never had any trouble when we were called into any other locations."
"St. Louis is different."
"Can't you call up the local pack and arrange an exemption?"
"Yes, I could, but that's not the problem."
Hotch lifted his eyebrows a fraction of an inch. "Then what is the problem?"
Garcia squirmed in her seat. "Well, um, the vampire Master of the City can control werewolves."
This time, Hotch sat fully upright. "Are you suggesting that the Master of the City would interfere in a federal investigation by influencing an FBI Analyst?"
"No!" Garcia yelped. "Not that, it's just that the last time I was in St. Louis I wasn't with the FBI and I may have, theoretically, hacked into his databases to prove that one of his businesses was employing underage lycanthropes. Which he wasn't, but if I had done something like that, he might have been a little... annoyed."
"Annoyed?"
"Well, more like a little angry. Furious. Incensed." Garcia made herself close her mouth before she let out any more synonyms.
Hotch was silent for a long moment. "Is there anything else preventing you from accompanying us?"
Garcia curled in on herself, trying to make herself small as Hotch looked at her. "No?"
"I'll make some calls. You'll be with us on that plane in an hour."
"Yes, my captain." Garcia nearly tripped over her feet on the way out of the room.
"And Garcia?"
"Yes?"
Hotch's voice was all business. "When we get back from St. Louis, you and I will need to review your pre-FBI activities to prevent something from this from happening again."
Garcia nodded, then fled.
Jean-Claude, Master Vampire of St. Louis, might scare the living daylights of Penelope even after all these years, but frankly, Aaron Hotchner was scarier any day of the week.
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Second Son (White Collar/Gilmore Girls) (ficlette) for firefox1490
What if Neal's home town was Stars Hollow?
I tweaked that so it's more "What if Neal's home town was Hartford?" and "What if Caffrey wasn't Neal's real last name?"
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If Lorelai was a disappointment to her parents, Neal was a disaster.
Born when Lorelai was a particularly troublesome grade-schooler, Neal was handed to nannies and cooks, kept out of the way as his parents were always just a little too busy for the littlest Gilmore.
Lorelai rebelled by getting pregnant.
Neal turned his back on academia and fell into artwork.
Both disappointed their parents.
When she was 17, Lorelai left home with baby Rory. When he was 16, Neal got thrown out of school for forging a teacher's signature on a report card (not technically his own).
Lorelai moved to Stars Hollow and took up a job as a maid. Neal stayed out late, coming home covered in ink and paint splatters, when he bothered to come home at all.
With Lorelai gone, Emily tried to hold tighter to Neal, but when he hit seventeen he couldn't take it any more.
Neal ran, just like his sister before him.
They got postcards from all over the world (how, only God knew - Neal left his passport in his dresser when he left). He'd write that he was well, and that was all.
Eventually, the postcards came in a steady stream from New York City.
Then they stopped coming at all.
(If Richard saw a picture of his only son in a news story of one Neal Caffrey being tried for bond forgery, one might understand if he did not mention it to Emily.)
After four years of silence, Emily opened an envelope in the mail to find a beautifully drawn ink talisman on a sheet of FBI letterhead.
I'm okay, was all the note said.
There was no return address.
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2,790 Miles Of Road (White Collar/Angel) (Drabble) for shoebox_rhymes
tweaked slightly
"Elizabeth."
Elizabeth Burke frowned. It couldn’t be. But that voice...
Slowly, she turned around.
There, in the middle of a busy New York street, streetlamps gleaming around them, stood someone Elizabeth hadn't thought she'd ever see again, not after that disaster in Los Angeles when the world crumbling around them.
"Hey."
Elizabeth dropped her shopping bag on the ground, heedless of the crowds around them, and held out her arms.
In a second, she was swept up into a familiar hug; in arms that had been helping her up and protecting her for her entire life.
"Hey, Uncle Angel," she said in a whisper.
"Hey, kid," Angel whispered back. "I missed you."
"Same here."
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Just Another Quirky Neighbor (Gilmore Girls/Doctor Who) (Ficlette) for robin_nibor
"Come on, River, we have to go!"
The rustle of paper, the tink of a spoon against a china cup. "I'm reading the newspaper, sweetie."
A hand pushes the newspaper down, into her plate of eggs. "That's old news! Been there, done that! We've got to find the thingamajig to fix the doodad!"
Deliberately, River leans back in her chair and looks over the bow-tied man's head to the diner's front counter. "Luke," she calls. "More coffee?"
"Only if you tell that lunatic to get his feet off the chair!"
River kicks the chair underneath the man's legs, and he nearly topples to the ground. "Manners, luv."
"But--" He blusters for a moment, then his shoulders slump in defeat. "At this rate, we're never going to get out of this forsaken time zone."
Luke ducks over to the table, tops up River's coffee, then hurries off.
"This is all your fault," the man grumbles. "If I hadn't come to rescue you, the TARDIS would never have broken a temporal zipline and we'd be out of here and back in future."
"My fault?" River snaps, sitting bolt upright. "I didn't need you to rescue anything! I've been conducting research--"
"But why here?"
"It seemed about as far away as I could get from you!" River leaps to her feet. "I've had it up to here! You can just go and bloody well fix the TARDIS yourself!"
With a toss of the head, River sails out of the diner.
The man lets his head fall to the table with a thump, then hauls himself up and dashes after River.
Across the diner, Rory Gilmore leans against her mother’s arm and says, "So those are your new neighbors?"
"Yup," Lorelai drawls. "They fit right in."
"Hmm." Rory watches the odd pair head across the town square. Then, "Hey, didn't she used to be in ER?"
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This time is a bit different because I expanded on some of these, into scenes from a story I'm not going to write, as well as a few ficlettes. There's also one other one where I ended up writing over 3,000 words of SG1/Glee Kurt fic and have hit a wall, but hopefully I can rescue that one (I believe in me).
Without more rambling on my part, the crossover fic!
(results of Round I, Round II, Round III)
The Forgotten Heir (Bones/Harry Potter; Booth-centered) (summary) for averzierlia
Booth has a good life: an awesome partner, a great job, and he may finally be starting to make sense of the squints at the Jeffersonian.
But that may all come crashing down when FBI psychologist Lance Sweets comes to Booth as the only person who can save his life. For what Sweets never told them is that his parents were part of a British terrorist cell in the 1980s, hell-bent on the destruction of Scotland! and now, years later, the last remaining members of that cell are coming for Sweets!
(And there may have been something about magic in that explanation, but Booth didn't quite catch it all. There's no such thing as magicl.)
(yes. I wrote a summary about Lancelot Lestrange.)
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The Diary of Helga Hufflepuff (Highlander/Harry Potter) (snippet) for tygermama
"Dear diary--"
"It does not say that!"
"Shut up, Ron! The translation spell takes the meaning of what was written down and translates it into something we'll understand!"
"Sounds barmy to me."
"Shh! Ahem. Dear diary: The potions master died again today--"
"Died again? Okay, now I know that this spell is rubbish!"
"Ron!"
"Shut it, Ron, or else we'll never get our homework done! Go on, Hermione."
"Thank you, Harry. The potions master died again today. That's the third time this term. Godric is quite upset that this keeps happening, but as Rowena points out, far better it happen to Elijah than to the apprentices. It's unlikely that any of them would bounce back as quickly. Okay, that's the end of that entry. Harry, are you getting all this down?"
"Of course I am. What's next?"
"Dear Diary: Well, that's done it. Salazar and Elijah had a bit of a set-to, and once Elijah picked himself of the tiles, he left the school. Terribly inconvenient for us; no doubt Godric will be forced with the apprentices for potions this term. That man can't even make soup!"
"Got it. Next?"
"Dear Diary: I found out why Rowena was crying. It seems that she and Elijah were meeting out behind the dueling pitch, and him away without so much as a farewell! That cad! If he were still here, I'd have Godric turn him into a slug!"
"Ha! Finally, something interesting!"
"Oh, do be quiet Ron. Dear Diary: This is awkward. Elijah's portrait was delivered to the school today. That set Rowena off again. I had Godric hang the portrait in the lower hallway where Rowena won't see it. It's not the best solution, but, well, we already paid the artist."
"Is that the last entry?"
"Yes. But that can't be all there is to the assignment."
"It's all we had to write."
"But...."
"What are you doing, Hermione?"
"Indicare Elijah the potion master's portrait! See, it's still here! Let's go!"
"Come on, Harry, otherwise we'll never get outside to Quidditch practice."
"Keep up!"
"Oof, watch my foot!"
"Look, here it is!"
"It's hard to see."
"Lumos!"
"Oi! Isn't that..."
"Professor Pierson, the fencing instructor!"
"It must just be someone who looks like him, that was a thousand years ago!"
"Look at that glare the portrait’s giving you, it's totally the same glare!"
"That’s creepy.
"But how can the same person have taught at Hogwarts a thousand years ago and also right now?"
"More on, why would someone want to?"
"Ron!"
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Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Browncoat (Firefly/NCIS) (Summary) for tygermama
A well-crafted AU in which Serenity comes across Mal and Zoe's old comrade from the Independence wars, LJ Gibbs, and Gibbs' new crew: A former outer colony lawman (DiNozzo), a retired Companion-trained assassin (Ziva), their safecracker and code breaker (McGee), their explosives expert (Abby) and a retired doctor (Ducky). Together, they will go up against the biggest threat the universe has seen: An Alliance plot designed to crush all rebellion in the outer colonies - forever!
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A Walk Under the Arch (Anita Blake/Criminal Minds) (Snippet) for firefox1490
"We leave for St. Louis at first light. Garcia, you're coming with us. See everyone at the airfield in an hour."
The BAU team dispersed, leaving Penelope Garcia sitting open-mouthed at the round table. After a few moments, she gathered her laptop and bolted after Hotch.
"Um, sir, I really think it would be best if I were to stay in Quantico--"
Hotch never looked up from putting papers into his briefcase. "Garcia, this case looks like it will have a significant technological element and I need you with us in St. Louis."
Garcia twisted her fingers together, eyes wide."Yes, I understand that, sir, but I can't go to St. Louis."
This got Hotch's attention. "Why not?"
"Well, um, a while ago there was this thing, and stepping foot inside St. Louis would be a bad idea. Like, really bad."
"In what way?" Hotch asked, seating himself behind his desk.
Garcia looked over her shoulder, went to close the office door, then came back over to the guest chair. "You know that I'm a..."
"A werewolf," Hotch filled in. "Yes, I do. I also know that you've been a lycanthrope since you were a child and that you have never had any trouble when we were called into any other locations."
"St. Louis is different."
"Can't you call up the local pack and arrange an exemption?"
"Yes, I could, but that's not the problem."
Hotch lifted his eyebrows a fraction of an inch. "Then what is the problem?"
Garcia squirmed in her seat. "Well, um, the vampire Master of the City can control werewolves."
This time, Hotch sat fully upright. "Are you suggesting that the Master of the City would interfere in a federal investigation by influencing an FBI Analyst?"
"No!" Garcia yelped. "Not that, it's just that the last time I was in St. Louis I wasn't with the FBI and I may have, theoretically, hacked into his databases to prove that one of his businesses was employing underage lycanthropes. Which he wasn't, but if I had done something like that, he might have been a little... annoyed."
"Annoyed?"
"Well, more like a little angry. Furious. Incensed." Garcia made herself close her mouth before she let out any more synonyms.
Hotch was silent for a long moment. "Is there anything else preventing you from accompanying us?"
Garcia curled in on herself, trying to make herself small as Hotch looked at her. "No?"
"I'll make some calls. You'll be with us on that plane in an hour."
"Yes, my captain." Garcia nearly tripped over her feet on the way out of the room.
"And Garcia?"
"Yes?"
Hotch's voice was all business. "When we get back from St. Louis, you and I will need to review your pre-FBI activities to prevent something from this from happening again."
Garcia nodded, then fled.
Jean-Claude, Master Vampire of St. Louis, might scare the living daylights of Penelope even after all these years, but frankly, Aaron Hotchner was scarier any day of the week.
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Second Son (White Collar/Gilmore Girls) (ficlette) for firefox1490
What if Neal's home town was Stars Hollow?
I tweaked that so it's more "What if Neal's home town was Hartford?" and "What if Caffrey wasn't Neal's real last name?"
~~~
If Lorelai was a disappointment to her parents, Neal was a disaster.
Born when Lorelai was a particularly troublesome grade-schooler, Neal was handed to nannies and cooks, kept out of the way as his parents were always just a little too busy for the littlest Gilmore.
Lorelai rebelled by getting pregnant.
Neal turned his back on academia and fell into artwork.
Both disappointed their parents.
When she was 17, Lorelai left home with baby Rory. When he was 16, Neal got thrown out of school for forging a teacher's signature on a report card (not technically his own).
Lorelai moved to Stars Hollow and took up a job as a maid. Neal stayed out late, coming home covered in ink and paint splatters, when he bothered to come home at all.
With Lorelai gone, Emily tried to hold tighter to Neal, but when he hit seventeen he couldn't take it any more.
Neal ran, just like his sister before him.
They got postcards from all over the world (how, only God knew - Neal left his passport in his dresser when he left). He'd write that he was well, and that was all.
Eventually, the postcards came in a steady stream from New York City.
Then they stopped coming at all.
(If Richard saw a picture of his only son in a news story of one Neal Caffrey being tried for bond forgery, one might understand if he did not mention it to Emily.)
After four years of silence, Emily opened an envelope in the mail to find a beautifully drawn ink talisman on a sheet of FBI letterhead.
I'm okay, was all the note said.
There was no return address.
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2,790 Miles Of Road (White Collar/Angel) (Drabble) for shoebox_rhymes
tweaked slightly
"Elizabeth."
Elizabeth Burke frowned. It couldn’t be. But that voice...
Slowly, she turned around.
There, in the middle of a busy New York street, streetlamps gleaming around them, stood someone Elizabeth hadn't thought she'd ever see again, not after that disaster in Los Angeles when the world crumbling around them.
"Hey."
Elizabeth dropped her shopping bag on the ground, heedless of the crowds around them, and held out her arms.
In a second, she was swept up into a familiar hug; in arms that had been helping her up and protecting her for her entire life.
"Hey, Uncle Angel," she said in a whisper.
"Hey, kid," Angel whispered back. "I missed you."
"Same here."
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Just Another Quirky Neighbor (Gilmore Girls/Doctor Who) (Ficlette) for robin_nibor
"Come on, River, we have to go!"
The rustle of paper, the tink of a spoon against a china cup. "I'm reading the newspaper, sweetie."
A hand pushes the newspaper down, into her plate of eggs. "That's old news! Been there, done that! We've got to find the thingamajig to fix the doodad!"
Deliberately, River leans back in her chair and looks over the bow-tied man's head to the diner's front counter. "Luke," she calls. "More coffee?"
"Only if you tell that lunatic to get his feet off the chair!"
River kicks the chair underneath the man's legs, and he nearly topples to the ground. "Manners, luv."
"But--" He blusters for a moment, then his shoulders slump in defeat. "At this rate, we're never going to get out of this forsaken time zone."
Luke ducks over to the table, tops up River's coffee, then hurries off.
"This is all your fault," the man grumbles. "If I hadn't come to rescue you, the TARDIS would never have broken a temporal zipline and we'd be out of here and back in future."
"My fault?" River snaps, sitting bolt upright. "I didn't need you to rescue anything! I've been conducting research--"
"But why here?"
"It seemed about as far away as I could get from you!" River leaps to her feet. "I've had it up to here! You can just go and bloody well fix the TARDIS yourself!"
With a toss of the head, River sails out of the diner.
The man lets his head fall to the table with a thump, then hauls himself up and dashes after River.
Across the diner, Rory Gilmore leans against her mother’s arm and says, "So those are your new neighbors?"
"Yup," Lorelai drawls. "They fit right in."
"Hmm." Rory watches the odd pair head across the town square. Then, "Hey, didn't she used to be in ER?"
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