Two SGU Crossover Crack!Fics
TEAMWORK and HAUNTED HALLWAY
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Title: Teamwork
Author: Shenandoah Risu
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Word Count: around 600
Summary: It's Crack. A summary would make it worse.
Characters: Young, Lisa, Koz
Author's Notes: Written for the challenge "Cockamamie Crossovers"at stargateland.
Disclaimer: I don't own SGU. I wouldn't know what to do with it. Now, Young... Young I'd know what to do with. ;-)
Thanks for reading! Feedback = Love. ;-)
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Teamwork
Prompts:
Time Traveler
music
Fandoms:
The West Wing
Babylon 5
Leverage
CSI:NY
Criminal Minds
The music is blaring in the small ship.
“Dr. Park? How’s the shuttle data download going?”
Lisa swivels her chair around. “Pretty well, thank you, Colonel,” she yells back. Then she frowns.
“What’s he doing here? I don’t feel comfortable with Criminal Minds around me.”
Young gestures at Koz. “It’s his turn to dust today. Don’t worry, I’ll stick around.”
“I like this music,” Koz bellows over the din. “What is it?”
Lisa turns it down.
“It’s the ‘Time Traveler’ box set by The Moody Blues.”
And right then there’s a bright flash of light.
The three of them blink and when their vision returns they look around in utter surprise.
“What the…” Young begins.
Lisa waves both hands. “Oh! I know this place!”
“The Babylon 5 station,” Koz jumps in and high-fives Lisa who then looks slightly disturbed, surreptitiously wiping her hand on her cardigan.
“You know B5?” Young muses.
“Sure,” Koz nods. “It took some 12 years for y’all’s broadcast signals to reach my home planet, but we all watched it then. Man, I loved that show.”
“Wait a sec,” Lisa raises her finger. “That show’s been off the air, well, 12 years. So what is this?”
“Welcome to the West Wing of the new Sci-Fi Classics museum, my name is Timothy, and this is my exhibit today,” comes a booming voice from the door, and they all stare as a man with a name tag that says “Nathan Ford” beckons them to come closer. Koz stuffs his dust rag into his pocket and Young waves.
“Hi.”
“Not my show, I know, but hey - great outfits,” Not-Nathan compliments them. “I usually do the ‘Leverage’ exhibit, but the guy in the Kosh suit is sick today. What show are you supposed to be from? CSI: NY, right?”
“Um, no, we’re actually…” Lisa begins but Not-Nathan cuts her off.
“No, it’s Stargate, right? Ha, that black Air Force uniform gave you away.” He leans in conspiratorially. “The producer of my favorite show did the original Stargate movie. Man, he hates the TV series - not a day goes by without him ragging on it.”
Koz blinks in confusion.
“But hey, we’re all friends here, right? What do you think of our B5 exhibit? Pretty cool, huh?”
Lisa nods.
“Well, anyway, the bathrooms are down this way, and the food court is over there, and the gift shop - you guys have got to hit the gift shop - is right over there.”
“Thanks,” Young says. “Come on, kids.” And he ushers them towards the bathrooms where they all crowd into the handicapped stall.
“What do we do now?” Lisa whispers.
“It must have been the music,” Young muses. “You turned it down, and there we were.”
“And you asked what it was, and Lisa said-“
“It’s the ‘Time Traveler’ box set by The Moody Blues,” they shout in unison.
And again there’s a bright flash of light.
The three of them blink - again - and when their vision returns they look around in utter surprise - again.
“What the…” Young repeats.
Lisa throws up both hands.
“It worked!”
They slap their hands together and yell “Teamwork!”
And they laugh and hug and crank up the music, and while the data downloads they dust the shuttle, singing and dancing.
oOo
On the Bridge Rush shakes his head. “That was cheap, Destiny, even for you,” he mutters and lightly slaps the console next to him.
But he turns up the intercom, and taps his foot to the music as he continues exploring the ship’s data bank.
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Title: Haunted Hallway
Author: Shenandoah Risu
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Word Count: around 400
Summary: It's Crack. A summary would make it worse.
Characters: Riley, Franklin, Spencer
Author's Notes: Written for the challenge "Cockamamie Crossovers"at stargateland.
Disclaimer: I don't own SGU. I wouldn't know what to do with it. Now, Young... Young I'd know what to do with. ;-)
Thanks for reading! Feedback = Love. ;-)
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Haunted Hallway
Prompts:
Alien Invasion
padlock
Fandoms:
Harry Potter
X-Files
Angel
Legend of the Seeker
Roswell
Riley, Franklin and Spencer are playing hallway hockey in one of the uninhabitable sections of Destiny. Since they’re all dead already the distinct lack of breathable air doesn’t really bother them.
“Score,” Riley yells and Spencer hits the wall with his fist.
Franklin throws the puck - a padlock they found in a storage room - back to Spencer and shrugs.
“Your turn.”
The familiar blur-shift of Destiny dropping out of FTL makes them all double over - ghosts don’t do so well with speed changes.
The corridor looks different somehow, with linoleum tiles and FBI stickers on the doors, and then the most amazing stampede of weird creatures rushes by as the three of them flatten themselves paper-thin against the walls.
There is a wizard on a broom stick, pointing at Riley in passing and saying “This is night, Diddykins. That’s what we call it when it goes all dark like this.”
“Thanks, Harry, I wouldn’t have been able to figure that out,” Riley waves after him. “Sheesh.”
Next comes a gaggle of angels - “Watch out, they’re really vampires,” Franklin shivers - and a few naked grey little aliens with matching baseball caps that say “Invasion” on the front.
“Asgard?” Spencer mouths at Riley.
Riley shakes his head. “Roswell aliens. Fake ones. Plastic, probably.”
Next comes a horde of screaming fangirls with “Legend of the Seeker” t-shirts.
As they turn the corner at the end the three guys pop back into 3-D.
“What the heck was THAT all about?” Spencer grouses. Riley elbows him as another man comes slouching down the hallway.
“Hello,” Franklin says.
The man looks up, frowns and mumbles something.
Riley cocks his head. “What?”
More mumbling. Riley shrugs and Spencer grabs the man by the shoulders and hauls him against the wall. A red-haired woman comes running down the hall.
“Mulder,” she screeches.
Spencer ducks and lets go.
She fusses over him.
“Mulder - you okay? What is it this time? Wizards? Aliens? Angels? Squealing fangirls wanting to jump your bones?”
“Actually, all of the above,” Franklin tries to be helpful.
The woman gives him a dirty look. “And who are you?”
“We’re ghosts,” Riley says, twirling a finger between the three of them.
The woman rolls her eyes.
“Let’s go, Mulder. The truth is out there, remember?”
And they amble off.
“Waitaminnit - ghosts?” they hear the man slur, but just then the world blurs again and they’re back in one of Destiny’s corridors.
Spencer cranes his neck.
“Well, spank me rosy,” he growls. “One of them took the padlock.”
They sigh deeply and go off to haunt another one of Destiny’s hallways.