Crossover drabbles repost
Morgan stormed into Harry's office like...like...like a really pissed off Warden who was hunting him some fried wizard. Harry glanced around the front room quickly to make sure nothing incriminating was lying around.
"DRESDEN!" Morgan bellowed. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
"Could you be a little more specific?" Harry asked, wracking his brain for anything he had done lately that someone might have squealed to Morgan about. Bob walked out of the wall at Harry's back.
"Good grief, Harry, are you butchering a cow in the living ro-ah. Hello, Warden. Before you rain fire down on my current, non-megalomaniacal owner may I remind you that while he is occasionally too stupid to live, he is also known to make himself useful?"
Morgan looked like his head was about to explode right there in Harry's office, which would be unfortunate for the state of his furniture. "Then make yourself useful and GO OUTSIDE AND FIX YOUR MESS!"
Bob snorted. "Harry does not make messes right in front of the doorstep. I taught him better than that." Harry decided that whatever was outside was undoubtedly safer than an enraged Morgan and a pissy Bob. He hit the door running.
Then he skidded to a stop, turned right back around and went back inside. "Ah, Bob, just to check..."
"Yes, Harry?"
"I haven't been hit with any spells that might cause hallucinations lately, have I?"
"No, but-"
"Thanks." Harry ducked back outside and faced the five giant robots waiting for him there. If this wasn't a hallucination, then it was either the worst or the absolute coolest thing that had ever happened to him. Either way, no point putting it off. The big red and blue one stepped forward.
"Greetings," it intoned gravely. "I am Optimus Prime."
"Um, hi," Harry said, grinning and waving like an idiot but unable to stop himself. "Name's Harry Dresden. Welcome to Chicago."
Title: Where no Wizard has Gone Before
Word Count: 474
Rating: G
Summary: cheysulinight also prompted for TF2007/Dresden Files: "So...aliens now?" with a request that Prowl land in Chicago and become Harry's car. And that...is probably a better summary than I could come up with right now.
Harry was not having a good day. He'd had about fifty magical something-or-others (Bob told him what they were called but he never could remember) invade his house trash everything. He was out of milk. His toast burned and nearly caught the kitchen on fire. Bob and his cat were fighting-don't ask him how-and he had the claw marks to prove it. Oh, and the cat scratched him, too. Now, to top it all off, there was something STANDING ON HIS JEEP. He looked tiredly up at the big metal man-thing. "And you are...?"
"I am an autonomous robotic lifeform from the planet Cybertron. Autobot, for short. My proper name is unpronounceable by your species-"
Harry snorted. He'd heard that one before. Probably just embarrassed to admit he was the Lennie of the alien robot set.
"-but you may call me Prowl," the self-proclaimed Autobot continued without missing a beat.
Okay. Harry had to admit when he was beat. Prowl was a pretty cool name. Prowl himself, however, seemed to be the alien robot version of Bob: all stiff and proper. He was even holding himself in a position that looked a hell of a lot like parade rest. Oh, goody. If he started snarking...well, actually that would be kinda cool. He could just throw Bob at Prowl and watch the two of them go to town on each other. It'd probably be the funniest thing he'd seen all week. Harry shook himself out of his reverie and reminded himself firmly of why he had come out here. Murphy wanted him on a case. There was a paycheck calling him, dammit, and he intended to answer.
"Nice to meet you, Prowl, but I'm late meeting up with someone I really don't want to piss off and you just pancaked my ride, so if you'll excuse me, I need to--"
"I believe I can assist you, if you would not mind remaining here a bit longer." A light came out of his chest and played over the remains of Harry's jeep. Then he came all apart and clicked, clacked and transformed back together in a way that made Harry want to wince and cross his legs for no reason he could really pin down. When it was over, a perfect replica of Harry's jeep sat next to the destroyed one. "Go ahead," Prowl urged. "Get in. I can take you to where you need to go, in return for damaging your 'ride.'"
Harry gingerly got in. Nothing blew up. Apparently alien tech liked magic a little better than earthly tech. He put a hand on the steering wheel and his feet on the pedals. "So..." he said, "aliens now?"
"Apparently so," Prowl agreed solemnly.
Harry shrugged, put his new alien robot car in drive and headed out to meet Murphy.
Title: Trickster
Word Count: 194
Rating: G
Summary: shizukashadow prompted for Bleach/Saiyuki: Kisuke, Hakkai--trickster. In this, the Sanzo gang come across Kisuke in the forest.
"No, no, I'm not a demon at all," said the cheerfully grinning man in the...unique hat. "Really, I was just out for a stroll."
"We've been walking this path since noon," Sanzo snarled. His gun didn't waver in the slightest. "You weren't 'out for a stroll' five minutes ago."
"Is that so...? Well, then I guess I wasn't."
Hakkai decided to cut in before things got irretrievably bloody. He pulled out his own obfuscating smile and faced their mysterious guest. "I apologize in advance, but I must ask. Are you an assassin? Were you sent to kill us?"
The man's eyes-what Hakkai could see of them from the shadow of his hat--narrowed and focused more intently on his questioner. "Now isn't that an interesting question to ask a stranger in the forest," he murmured. "But in answer, no, I am not an assassin."
"Ah. Once again, my apologies. Would you mind telling us who you are, then?"
Impossibly, the man's expression became even more opaque as he tightened his grip on the cane in his hand. "Oh," he said breezily, "I'm just an old trickster looking for a new place to play."
Title: Personnel Crisis
Word Count: 299
Rating: G
Summary: dytabytes prompted for Bleach/TF2007: Yachiru meets Prowl. In this, Soul Society and the Autobots each have a problem on their hands when Yachiru and Prowl go missing.
Note: This fits into my Bleach/TF2007 series. It's kind of a tag to Introductions and Explosions.
The entire Eleventh Division was in a blind panic. Yachiru had been missing for almost a full twenty-four hours. She was not plaguing any of the other divisions. She was not in Rukongai. She was not in Karakura. And there had been no reports of sudden, unexplained massacres. The Eleventh was at their wits end and their captain was two steps away from going on a killing spree. In desperation, they contacted the shinigami contingent at the Autobot base.
Said Autobot base, meanwhile, was having its own "personnel crisis." Prowl had been out of contact for nearly an entire day. He'd simply gone on a mission and then--nothing. He disappeared. Ironhide and Lennox were sent to retrace his steps. To save Will from having to deal with both Ironhide and Ikkaku, his new best friend, Hitsugaya went with them.
Hitsugaya started having his suspicions after the first three demolished Decepticons they passed along Prowl's path. When they started to see broken remnants of hollows' masks, those suspicions were just confirmed. As a result, when they caught up with Prowl, Hitsugaya was the only one who wasn't surprised.
They found one very stressed Prowl surrounded by the remains of several Decepticons and an indeterminate number of half-dead hollows. At first, he appeared to be alone, but a flash of pink and a cheerful shout coming from the vicinity of his right shoulder proved otherwise.
"Yay, Prowlie! Hollow-bots go BOOM! Do it again!"
Hitsugaya shook his head. "Vice-Captain Kusajishi. I should have known."
"Is she Ikkaku's vice-captain by any chance?" Lennox asked dryly.
"How did you possibly guess?" Hitsugaya handed his communicator to Lennox. "Here. I'll go finish off the hollows and rescue Prowl. You call Matsumoto and tell her to let Soul Society know we've found their missing vice-captain."
Title: Drunken Accord
Word Count: 171
Rating: PG
Summary: gissia prompted for Bleach/Saiyuki: Sanzo, Renji--drinking. So, I obliged and got the boys drunk. That's really all there is to this.
Sanzo really didn't know what all the fuss was about. So they'd lost Gojyo. So what. Okay, so they'd lost him through a giant hole in the sky, but shouldn't they be used to this sort of weird shit by now?
"Sounds like it," Renji said easily. "Who's this Gojyo anyway?"
The front runner for all-time biggest pain in Sanzo's ass. And why was this guy answering his thoughts, anyway?
"'Cause you're thinkin' out loud, dumbass."
"Oh. Well. Didn't realize that."
"Yeah. I figured."
Sanzo suppressed a completely uncharacteristic urge to laugh. "You're a real mellow drunk, aren't you Renji?"
Renji had to think about that. Was he? "Nooo, don't think so. You are, for sure."
Sanzo snorted. "I'm a mean drunk. I'm a mean everything."
"So why are we bein' so nice right now?"
Now it was Sanzo's turn to indulge in weighty contemplation. "I think...Hakkai must have put somethin' in th' booze."
"Huh."
"Yeah. I'll shoot him for it later."
"'Kay. That'll do."
"Damn right. Let's drink some more."
One more to come, it's just not done yet. Change of plans. The last prompt will get its own entry.
"DRESDEN!" Morgan bellowed. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
"Could you be a little more specific?" Harry asked, wracking his brain for anything he had done lately that someone might have squealed to Morgan about. Bob walked out of the wall at Harry's back.
"Good grief, Harry, are you butchering a cow in the living ro-ah. Hello, Warden. Before you rain fire down on my current, non-megalomaniacal owner may I remind you that while he is occasionally too stupid to live, he is also known to make himself useful?"
Morgan looked like his head was about to explode right there in Harry's office, which would be unfortunate for the state of his furniture. "Then make yourself useful and GO OUTSIDE AND FIX YOUR MESS!"
Bob snorted. "Harry does not make messes right in front of the doorstep. I taught him better than that." Harry decided that whatever was outside was undoubtedly safer than an enraged Morgan and a pissy Bob. He hit the door running.
Then he skidded to a stop, turned right back around and went back inside. "Ah, Bob, just to check..."
"Yes, Harry?"
"I haven't been hit with any spells that might cause hallucinations lately, have I?"
"No, but-"
"Thanks." Harry ducked back outside and faced the five giant robots waiting for him there. If this wasn't a hallucination, then it was either the worst or the absolute coolest thing that had ever happened to him. Either way, no point putting it off. The big red and blue one stepped forward.
"Greetings," it intoned gravely. "I am Optimus Prime."
"Um, hi," Harry said, grinning and waving like an idiot but unable to stop himself. "Name's Harry Dresden. Welcome to Chicago."
Title: Where no Wizard has Gone Before
Word Count: 474
Rating: G
Summary: cheysulinight also prompted for TF2007/Dresden Files: "So...aliens now?" with a request that Prowl land in Chicago and become Harry's car. And that...is probably a better summary than I could come up with right now.
Harry was not having a good day. He'd had about fifty magical something-or-others (Bob told him what they were called but he never could remember) invade his house trash everything. He was out of milk. His toast burned and nearly caught the kitchen on fire. Bob and his cat were fighting-don't ask him how-and he had the claw marks to prove it. Oh, and the cat scratched him, too. Now, to top it all off, there was something STANDING ON HIS JEEP. He looked tiredly up at the big metal man-thing. "And you are...?"
"I am an autonomous robotic lifeform from the planet Cybertron. Autobot, for short. My proper name is unpronounceable by your species-"
Harry snorted. He'd heard that one before. Probably just embarrassed to admit he was the Lennie of the alien robot set.
"-but you may call me Prowl," the self-proclaimed Autobot continued without missing a beat.
Okay. Harry had to admit when he was beat. Prowl was a pretty cool name. Prowl himself, however, seemed to be the alien robot version of Bob: all stiff and proper. He was even holding himself in a position that looked a hell of a lot like parade rest. Oh, goody. If he started snarking...well, actually that would be kinda cool. He could just throw Bob at Prowl and watch the two of them go to town on each other. It'd probably be the funniest thing he'd seen all week. Harry shook himself out of his reverie and reminded himself firmly of why he had come out here. Murphy wanted him on a case. There was a paycheck calling him, dammit, and he intended to answer.
"Nice to meet you, Prowl, but I'm late meeting up with someone I really don't want to piss off and you just pancaked my ride, so if you'll excuse me, I need to--"
"I believe I can assist you, if you would not mind remaining here a bit longer." A light came out of his chest and played over the remains of Harry's jeep. Then he came all apart and clicked, clacked and transformed back together in a way that made Harry want to wince and cross his legs for no reason he could really pin down. When it was over, a perfect replica of Harry's jeep sat next to the destroyed one. "Go ahead," Prowl urged. "Get in. I can take you to where you need to go, in return for damaging your 'ride.'"
Harry gingerly got in. Nothing blew up. Apparently alien tech liked magic a little better than earthly tech. He put a hand on the steering wheel and his feet on the pedals. "So..." he said, "aliens now?"
"Apparently so," Prowl agreed solemnly.
Harry shrugged, put his new alien robot car in drive and headed out to meet Murphy.
Title: Trickster
Word Count: 194
Rating: G
Summary: shizukashadow prompted for Bleach/Saiyuki: Kisuke, Hakkai--trickster. In this, the Sanzo gang come across Kisuke in the forest.
"No, no, I'm not a demon at all," said the cheerfully grinning man in the...unique hat. "Really, I was just out for a stroll."
"We've been walking this path since noon," Sanzo snarled. His gun didn't waver in the slightest. "You weren't 'out for a stroll' five minutes ago."
"Is that so...? Well, then I guess I wasn't."
Hakkai decided to cut in before things got irretrievably bloody. He pulled out his own obfuscating smile and faced their mysterious guest. "I apologize in advance, but I must ask. Are you an assassin? Were you sent to kill us?"
The man's eyes-what Hakkai could see of them from the shadow of his hat--narrowed and focused more intently on his questioner. "Now isn't that an interesting question to ask a stranger in the forest," he murmured. "But in answer, no, I am not an assassin."
"Ah. Once again, my apologies. Would you mind telling us who you are, then?"
Impossibly, the man's expression became even more opaque as he tightened his grip on the cane in his hand. "Oh," he said breezily, "I'm just an old trickster looking for a new place to play."
Title: Personnel Crisis
Word Count: 299
Rating: G
Summary: dytabytes prompted for Bleach/TF2007: Yachiru meets Prowl. In this, Soul Society and the Autobots each have a problem on their hands when Yachiru and Prowl go missing.
Note: This fits into my Bleach/TF2007 series. It's kind of a tag to Introductions and Explosions.
The entire Eleventh Division was in a blind panic. Yachiru had been missing for almost a full twenty-four hours. She was not plaguing any of the other divisions. She was not in Rukongai. She was not in Karakura. And there had been no reports of sudden, unexplained massacres. The Eleventh was at their wits end and their captain was two steps away from going on a killing spree. In desperation, they contacted the shinigami contingent at the Autobot base.
Said Autobot base, meanwhile, was having its own "personnel crisis." Prowl had been out of contact for nearly an entire day. He'd simply gone on a mission and then--nothing. He disappeared. Ironhide and Lennox were sent to retrace his steps. To save Will from having to deal with both Ironhide and Ikkaku, his new best friend, Hitsugaya went with them.
Hitsugaya started having his suspicions after the first three demolished Decepticons they passed along Prowl's path. When they started to see broken remnants of hollows' masks, those suspicions were just confirmed. As a result, when they caught up with Prowl, Hitsugaya was the only one who wasn't surprised.
They found one very stressed Prowl surrounded by the remains of several Decepticons and an indeterminate number of half-dead hollows. At first, he appeared to be alone, but a flash of pink and a cheerful shout coming from the vicinity of his right shoulder proved otherwise.
"Yay, Prowlie! Hollow-bots go BOOM! Do it again!"
Hitsugaya shook his head. "Vice-Captain Kusajishi. I should have known."
"Is she Ikkaku's vice-captain by any chance?" Lennox asked dryly.
"How did you possibly guess?" Hitsugaya handed his communicator to Lennox. "Here. I'll go finish off the hollows and rescue Prowl. You call Matsumoto and tell her to let Soul Society know we've found their missing vice-captain."
Title: Drunken Accord
Word Count: 171
Rating: PG
Summary: gissia prompted for Bleach/Saiyuki: Sanzo, Renji--drinking. So, I obliged and got the boys drunk. That's really all there is to this.
Sanzo really didn't know what all the fuss was about. So they'd lost Gojyo. So what. Okay, so they'd lost him through a giant hole in the sky, but shouldn't they be used to this sort of weird shit by now?
"Sounds like it," Renji said easily. "Who's this Gojyo anyway?"
The front runner for all-time biggest pain in Sanzo's ass. And why was this guy answering his thoughts, anyway?
"'Cause you're thinkin' out loud, dumbass."
"Oh. Well. Didn't realize that."
"Yeah. I figured."
Sanzo suppressed a completely uncharacteristic urge to laugh. "You're a real mellow drunk, aren't you Renji?"
Renji had to think about that. Was he? "Nooo, don't think so. You are, for sure."
Sanzo snorted. "I'm a mean drunk. I'm a mean everything."
"So why are we bein' so nice right now?"
Now it was Sanzo's turn to indulge in weighty contemplation. "I think...Hakkai must have put somethin' in th' booze."
"Huh."
"Yeah. I'll shoot him for it later."
"'Kay. That'll do."
"Damn right. Let's drink some more."
One more to come, it's just not done yet. Change of plans. The last prompt will get its own entry.