Theme: Blood
Challenge: #078 - Six Degrees of Crossing Over
Word Count: 100 each
Fandom Chain: B:tVS/Dark Angel/SG-1/Doctor Who/Firefly/Hellsing/B:tVS
Summary: It's usually about Slayer blood but not always. Without exception, it's about power.
The Manticore Initiative
Dr. Maggie Walsh answered her secure line with a civil greeting. “Hello, Elizabeth. How is your project progressing?”
“Quite well, Margaret. How goes your assignment?”
“I’m pushing the subjects to their limits, that data I’ve composed will serve us well.”
“Well, we’ve modified our first aquatic subject, but it didn’t do so well outside of tropical waters so we scrapped it.”
“Hmm…have you gotten the latest samples?”
“They’ve just arrived. Sandeman is in raptures over them. What’s so special about these, Margaret?”
“This will be the foundation of your latest and best X-Series, Elizabeth.”
Maggie Walsh silently thanked Buffy Summers.
Project Materials and Personnel
Donald Lydecker greeted his contact with a nod of acknowledgement. “Is that it?”
Harry Maybourne nodded but didn’t hand over the innocuous looking case.
“You realize that we can’t guarantee viable results.”
Maybourne smirked. “We’re funding you, providing you with the materials you need to make this work, and we expect results.”
Lydecker took the case and opened it to verify the contents. A half-dozen neat, little, labeled vials.
Jack, Sam, Daniel, Rodney, Charles, Janet.
Lydecker continued to receive them years later, though no longer from Maybourne.
Jonas, Jennifer, Carson, John, Cam, Evan, Dex, Emma--…
They’d made the best kids.
For Queen and Country
“I suppose I can feel better about the Americans poaching Beckett out from under us as long as we can still make use of his results. A 48% success rate, how marvelous. Do you think it would work on me? Oh, don’t pout. I have the information you wanted and the SGC is so concerned with fighting on multiple fronts abroad and at home that they’re not going to be bothered to try and ferret us out. Finally, we’ll be able to put the tech we found to Britain’s defense. As always, it’s Torchwood’s pleasure to work with the NID.”
The Human Condition
“You shouldn’t be here.”
The Doctor simply looked at their savior, ignoring the clamoring of River’s crew in the adjacent cell. “Neither should you,” you countered with wistful melancholy.
“No,” she agreed releasing them moments before the authorities arrived to subdue them.
“She’s not entirely human, is she?” Martha asked with trepidation and awe as she watched the young girl’s dance of graceful, efficient, and brutal violence.
The Doctor shook his head. “Humans. Playing at being Gods. Twisting and bending, tinkering with DNA and brains and things you have no concept of. It’s the same everywhere, everywhen. You never learn.”
Taste and Sight
“You’re old,” says the young thing with large, dark eyes.
“I am,” he answers, feeling the briefest twinge of interest.
“And tired,” she adds. “So very bored. All but forgotten in your box. Eating your wings gets tiring, you want to fly.”
Much more than interest now. “And how do you know that, little one?”
“You smell of blood, you’re bound by it tighttighttight, you want it dripping through your fingers, pooling in your mouth, Hellsing blood to set you free.”
“Interesting little Seer,” Alucard murmurs.
“River,” she corrects. “Want to see what I see?” She offers herself, her blood.
Slayer~Regenerator
Nothing bewildered Buffy much these days. But this was weird. Why did he feel like a Slayer?
“What the hell are you? And what are you wearing? I have to tell you--the look? Way creepy.”
“I am Paladin Alexander Anderson, a weapon of The Lord, here to purify the city from the horde of tainted witches you’ve brought with you.”
She was getting sick of psycho religious priests. Especially when they threatened her people. Her sword batted away his defenses with ease and suck into his heart to the hilt.
He started to laugh.
Great. She should have decapitated him.