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08 December 2009 @ 12:30 am
Meme: 15-word fic (that isn't)  
15 word Fic meme:

1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write a fic of fifteen words or fewer for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1 (or if you have, then determine character order randomly)

I picked
1. Dean (Supernatural)
2. Tony Stark (Iron Man)
3. Lincoln Burrows (Prison Break)
4. John McClane (Die Hard)
5. Sam Winchester (Supernatural)
6. Sam Axe (Burn Notice)
7. Fin Tutuola (Law & Order: SVU)
8. Gregory House (House, M.D.)
9. Cameron (Terminator: SCC)
10. Walter Bishop (Fringe)

And then as soon as I saw the prompts, the whole 15-word thing went out the window. Because—crossovers! Improbably pairings and circumstances! I need way more than 15 words to set that kind of thing up. Took me a week to finish them all, but some of them worked out far better than I would have expected. Writing Walter Bishop's POV alone was worth doing the meme. Here we go:


First time, 3 and 7 (Lincoln Burrows/Fin Tutuola, PG)
The prisoner named Burrows was big and handsome with the kind of raw sex-appeal that made Fin forget he wasn't even into men and that this was an interrogation, damnit, and he was the one in charge.

"Batelli says you know him, says you did time together." He leaned on the table, looming in Burrows' space.

"Couple months, about five years back. We weren't close."

Burrows' voice was deep and soft like a river washing over stones, and the sound of it curled around inside Fin's stomach. Burrows was a man of few words, just like Fin, and ordinarily that would be ideal, but with a voice like that and the package it came in…

Fin sat down and made himself comfortable. "Keep talking," he said.


Angst, 2 (Tony Stark)
There weren't many people Tony trusted, beyond the fact of those he paid to do what they were told and that it usually worked out.

But Obadiah Stane had been like a father to him, supporting his ideas all those years and being honestly interested in him in a way his real father had never managed.

The cold glimmer in Obi's eyes as he took the arc reactor from Tony's chest was like the star-broken blackness of night above the cloud-layer, pitiless and frozen.

Tony lay there paralyzed and helpless while the pain rose inside him, signaling the movement of deadly metal as it tore toward his heart.

Obi watched, unconcerned, as the damage increased until Tony gasped with fear and anguish. Then he smiled—the bastard smiled—and turned his back on Tony and the entire history they'd built over the years.

The arc reactor gleamed in his hands as he walked away, leaving Tony to the cruel inevitability of his fate.


AU, 1 and 9 (Dean, Cameron, PG)
"They're coming," she said, and Dean pumped the shotgun, knowing she always heard them long before he could.

"Now."

He dodged around the corner of the concrete pillar long enough to fire—laser sights first, leg-hinges second—then spun back to safety while Cameron finished her salvo from the other side.

"Wait here."

Sixty seconds or until one of the robots revived was all he had. After that, he was supposed to leave her and run for his own survival—humans before robots, or the future was already lost.

But Dean could see that Cameron was no ordinary robot: she was John Connor's right hand and she was the most powerful weapon the Resistance had.

He hadn't been forced to leave her behind yet, and he hoped he wasn't about to face that decision now.

If it came to that, he wasn't at all sure he'd be able to make it.


Threesome (-ish, barely), 8, 4 and 10 (Gregory House/John McClane/Walter Bishop, PG)
This bar was really rather nice, Walter thought—well-lit, decent paintings. Not the sort of thing one expected to find in New Jersey. He admired his drink, a lovely blue concoction he'd ordered because someone else had one, and the color was irresistible. Rather like the transference liquid he'd made in the lab a few weeks ago, although (he chuckled to himself) far less toxic, of course!

A man with a cane sat down next to him and ordered a Scotch. "No ice," he barked, hooking the cane over the edge of the counter between them.

On Walter's other side, a bald man in a leather jacket and white t-shirt leaned in to catch the bartender's attention. "Could I get a couple of Heinekens?"

"Sure thing." The bartender set down the Scotch and went down to the other end of the bar to get them.

Walter couldn't take his eyes off the bald man—the muscles, the machismo—and realized too late that he was probably staring. Peter would have chided him for it, of course. "Hello. I'm Walter," he said belatedly.

"John McClane. Good to meet you." The man's grip was remarkably firm, like tensile steel.

"John…" Walter said, rolling the name over his tongue. So marvelously old-fashioned, such a pity it was falling out of favor. He wondered briefly how the man came by that impressive physique. Athletic hobby, perhaps, or something related to his work? "And what is it you do?"

"I'm a police officer—NYPD, though I'm working on something cross-jurisdictional here in Jersey. What about you?"

The man on Walter's left spoke up suddenly, as if the question had included him. "I'm a genius doctor with a troubled psyche and a bum leg. I solve the unsolvable with my team of medical minions. Though they're not as useful as you might think," he added.

The police officer blinked. "And you?"

Walter laughed at the absurdity of it. "I’m a bit of a mad scientist, I suppose. Alien experiments, thought-wave machines, that sort of thing."

"Good, good," the officer said vaguely. "Well, I've got a friend I'm meeting. Nice talking to you," he said quickly, gathering up the beers and hurrying away.

There was a brief silence. "What kind of experiments?" the doctor finally asked. "Human experiments?"

"On occasion. Though the subjects are usually dead, of course." Walter sipped his drink again. It had a bitter fruitiness followed by a delightful zing. "Quite a virile specimen, that one," he said, referring to the now-absent cop. "The quintessential alpha male."

The doctor leaned his head on his fist, nodding congenially. "I could be an alpha male," he suggested.

Walter laughed. "My dear fellow, one cannot achieve alpha status based on wishful thinking. That man was born to it."

"Yeah," the doctor admitted, looking down at his cane. "And he's got it in spades. Hell, I'd hit that, and he doesn't even have a great rack."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Jugs. Wondermelons. Boobies. Tatas."

"Ah," Walter nodded sagely. "Though in a sense, he does."

The doctor squinted across the room. "You're right. The guy has pecs like Adonis. I'd definitely hit that."

"Mm, yes," Walter said absently, thinking of how disappointingly rare such opportunities always were for him.

He toasted the man's sentiment a little sadly. "So would I…"


Hurt/Comfort, 3 and 6 (Lincoln and Sam Axe, PG)
"Easy there buddy, easy," Sam said. He pressed down on the gunshot wound in the man's thigh, slowing the bleeding. "You okay there?"

"Hurts," the man whispered.

"I'll bet—I've had one of these myself. Looks like it missed the bone, though, and the artery's in the clear." Sam put the sack he was carrying between the man's head and the concrete wall behind them. "What the hell happened?"

"Drive-by," the man gritted out. "Can't believe it. After everyone who's tried to kill me, I get taken out in a drive-by."

"Whoa, whoa there," Sam cautioned, "it's not that bad, trust me—you're gonna make it. We just have to get the ambulance here, that's all." He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, thumbing in 911 while maintaining the pressure on the man's wound. "I'm Sam, by the way."

"Lincoln," the man gasped. "Lincoln Burrows."

"Oh yeah, I know that name. Boy, you've been through the wringer, haven't you? Makes a CIA conspiracy look like a Saturday morning cartoon. Hold on—" Sam fed the 911 operator details and location, then closed the phone. "On their way. How're you doing? You warm enough?" Miami was a furnace, just like any other day, but Lincoln seemed a little pale.

"Cold," he answered faintly.

"No problem, we'll take care of that." Sam moved in closer, angling a knee behind Lincoln's back to support himself. It gave him enough leverage to lean in and share some warmth without letting up on Lincoln's leg. "Better?"

"Yeah." Lincoln almost smiled, before turning serious again. "If something happens—"

"It won't, seriously they'll be here any minute."

"—my brother needs to know it wasn't his fault. Will you tell him? Promise," Lincoln added sternly.

"I promise," Sam said. He squeezed Lincoln's shoulder to show he meant it.

Damned if he wasn't as glad as he'd ever been when he finally heard the sirens approaching just moments later.


Crack, 2 (Tony Stark)
"Jarvis!" Tony hollered, water dripping into his eyes as he tore the bathroom apart looking for a towel. "I know there was a towel here when I got into the shower—not to mention my clothes!"

"Sir?"

Tony tried the bathroom door, which was locked, and heard the telltale whirr of Butterfingers' wheels as it scooted out of the bedroom—probably clutching the goods in its sneaky, mechanical hands. Which meant the robots were in league together, conspiring against him, though he couldn't imagine their larger goal. Maybe Jarvis was just a pervert.

"Jarvis!" he yelled again, rattling the doorknob as uselessly as before. God only knew what else the robots were doing out there—probably TP-ing the inside of the house.

He scrubbed his hands over his face, thought about rolling himself dry on the carpet. It was his own damn fault the robots had gotten loose. He should have never run that elevator all the way down to the basement.


Horror, 5 (Sam Winchester)
It was dark, always night-black shifting-shadow dark. Sam remembered from the last time, though he had no reason to think he'd been here before.

No reason for being scared either—though logic didn't enter into it—but something was wrong and he couldn't tell what.

"Dean," he called softly, wondering if they'd split up so they could look around separately. Why couldn't he remember? Was this a case or something else?

He moved ahead, feet verifying the floor and hands out front to check for obstacles or clues. "Dean!"

The faintest answer found him, as his own name echoed weakly from up ahead. "Sam…"

"Dean!"

Sam moved faster, scrambling and shuffling toward the sound of that voice.

"Sam!"

His hands struck something solid, just as a faint light seeped in through cracks that formed the shape of a door. He felt across the surface, looking for a latch or a doorknob until—

"Dean!"

Heaving the door open, he brought himself up short, fighting for balance. There was nothing outside but empty space, the vastness of it yawning out below him.

"Sam!"

There, twenty feet down—now thirty, forty—Sam could only watch in utter helplessness as Dean kept falling farther away from him. "Dean!" he begged, desperately hoping that someone was listening, or even something. Sam would have bargained just about anything then to save his brother. All he needed was the chance.

He woke from a sweat-drenched sleep, heart pounding enough to fill the silence of the motel room.

Two months, one week, and three days since the Hellhounds came for Dean.

Sam was alone.


Baby fic, 1 and 2 (Dean and Tony Stark, PG)
For the first time in months, Dean felt like he had a situation well under control. He clutched a demon by the neck with one hand while pouring holy water with the other and reciting the exorcism rite. Things were smoking—or mostly the demon—when all of a sudden the wall blew down.

"What the hell?"

The dust settled and a robot in a red and yellow suit stepped over the rubble. Dean finished the exorcism at record speed and everything vanished except for him, the robot, and the mess. It was two more things than he'd expected.

Now what?

"Who the hell are you?" he found himself asking, before wisdom had a chance to assert itself.

"Iron Man," the robot answered. He said something soft and inaudible, and light filled the suit helmet, revealing a human face. "I help save people."

"Really. And you're finally showing up now? My brother and I have been fighting the Apocalypse with our bare hands for months, and today was when you decided it was time to throw your hat in the ring?"

"It wasn't just today," the man protested. "But I can't kill the monsters the way you do. Sometimes I can fly them up into space until their heads explode, but not always. And it's messy."

"They're demons, not monsters," Dean said. "And how to kill them depends on the demon."

"If you say so." The guy turned his head suddenly, listening. "There's someone downstairs."

"You stay here, I'll take care of it," Dean said automatically.

"Don't be ridiculous. It's not a demon—it sounds like a baby."

"Baby."

"Tiny human, original packaging. Where are the parents?"

Dean frowned. "The demon got them. Though I didn't know there was a baby. What on earth am I supposed to do with that?"

"Police station, fire station, hospital. Lots of drop-off places in California."

"So why don't you take it, then?"

The guy shifted uncomfortably. "Flying would scare it, and on foot… that's like asking people to chase you with torches and pitchforks."

"How do you know so much about this?" Dean asked suspiciously.

"Tried it once—first the flying, then the not-flying. It was a disaster." The guy straightened up. "So, you've got this covered? Because I have other emergencies to attend to."

"Sure," Dean waved him on. "Do your thing, try to leave a few walls standing."

The guy flew off, and Dean pulled out his gun to head downstairs, ready for trouble in case the baby wasn't the only thing there.

He followed its cries to a corner bedroom, where the howling stopped as soon as he peered over the edge of the crib.

It was a baby all right—footy jammies, a fuzzy blanket, and a mountain of stuffed toys.

He hoped to God the police stations were easy to find in this town, or Sam was going to be in for a terrible surprise.


Dark, 8 and 3 (House and Lincoln, PG)
"I can't save your brother," House said, "so you might as well start picking out headstones."

Lincoln growled. "Can't, or won't?"

"Don't care, doesn't matter. Not my problem."

Lincoln drew a gun from his jacket and pointed it at House's head, fingering the trigger. His voice was steel and ice: "Think again."


Romance Partners, 5 and 8 (Sam Winchester and House, PG)
"Who did you say you were you again?" House asked the tall young man at the door. He didn't actually care, but he'd found people got annoyed at having to repeat themselves. He figured he was good to ask that question again in about ten minutes.

"Sam Winchester," the guy answered.

"From the phone. You're the ghostbuster."

"No," Sam sighed impatiently, then reconsidered. "Kind of," he amended. "You told the police your neighbor was killed by a ghost."

"Or boredom. That'll definitely do it."

Sam gritted his teeth, thinking Dean would've punched this guy by now. "Did you or did you not—"

House lurched across the room, waving at Sam to follow him. "Playing the piano usually brings him out of the woodwork," he said, starting something with a freeform, jazzy sound. He shifted into a new tempo: "But he hates ragtime like you wouldn't believe," he yelled over the music.

There was a loud banging from the floor.

"You see?" House shouted.

"That's just your downstairs neighbor, complaining about the noise!" Sam protested.

"Well how about this?" House raised his head toward the ceiling and began howling an accompaniment.

A painting suddenly flew across the room, where House ducked it expertly and kept on playing. "Well?"

Sam grinned in spite of himself, knowing he would probably regret it later. "Yeah," he nodded. "I think I can work with that..."


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Cass E. Pantscass404 on December 8th, 2009 09:03 am (UTC)
Tiny human, original packaging.

*hearts*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: IronManhalfshellvenus on December 8th, 2009 08:39 pm (UTC)
Spoken like a guy with no facility or interest in babies. And far too much of a background in science. ;)

Thanks for reading!
cindy: spn - dean's :D face (by dev_earl)tsuki_no_bara on December 8th, 2009 03:03 pm (UTC)
i love the crack one - tony pranked by his own robots! heee. i like all the tony ones, actually. "tiny human, original packaging", very cute. also dean realizing he and sam might have to cart the baby around for a while until they find somewhere to leave it. also i really like your sam(axe)voice, and i can totally see dean in the terminator 'verse.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: IronManhalfshellvenus on December 8th, 2009 08:42 pm (UTC)
Can't you just imagine Jarvis working the robots up to something, and convincing them to do it? He's already so sarcastic that you know Tony put a little too much of himself into that AI. ;)

I'm glad you liked the Sam Axe one-- I love that character, and it seemed like him to me. Casual on the outside, entirely capable underneath, and a good guy all around.

The Dean&Cameron one was a surprise, because he really fit into that world very well. It's almost "more of the same," with different rules for how to fight the enemy.

But did you brave the Walter one? The "threesome" aspect doesn't get very far (Walter himself, whom I adore, was kind of the "squick" factor in preventing that), but writing his POV was so much fun. He's so oblivious to his surroundings, and to what constitutes appropriate and inappropriate information. :D
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blackcat333_99blackcat333_99 on December 9th, 2009 01:36 am (UTC)
Dean/Cameron -- Oh hell it's scary how well he fits into that world. I think he'd glom onto Cameron VERY well. It's not like he doesn't already have a best girl made of steel, ya know?

Dean/Tony Stark -- Hee! Those two would be a freaking riot together. And would drive Sam Stark Raving Bonkers, no pun intended.

Sam/horror -- *sniffle*

Sam/House -- oh yeah, that's just awesome. And if things were go cross over further I think Sam would bond quite well with Wilson, and Dean w/ House, for the obvious reasons. I think... prank war. Maybe someday? *puppy eyes*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on December 9th, 2009 04:11 am (UTC)
Oh hell it's scary how well he fits into that world.
Isn't it, though? I picked the characters, and then saw the prompts and about died-- crossovers are my nemesis! But the Dean& Cameron one really fell into place, because he would understand the mission and be utterly capable as a soldier in that setting.

Sam/House -- oh yeah, that's just awesome.
Glad you liked that one! I really enjoyed writing it, though I felt bad for poor Sam (like he doesn't get jerked around enough when Dean's in one of his moods).

I think Sam would bond quite well with Wilson, and Dean w/ House, for the obvious reasons. I think... prank war. Maybe someday?
Hee! Oh boy, if only I had the inclination to write that. Sam and Wilson would go down in flames at first, and then their deviousness would escalate. As we have seen. :D
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Are we back to hos over bros?lissa_bear on December 9th, 2009 04:48 pm (UTC)
I love the House and Sam. Great House voice.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Random Fandomhalfshellvenus on December 9th, 2009 05:48 pm (UTC)
Hee! Thanks, Elissa.

Poor Sam has no way of knowing that House's goal is to drive everyone crazy, and he's just the latest victim passing through.

And it seems SO like House to demonstrate the ghost for Sam by antagonizing it until it makes itself known. The idea of the ghost killing him never seems to occur-- House always thinks he can get away with anything, on an infiniate basis no less. :0
CaffieneKitty: reading/researchcaffienekitty on December 10th, 2009 01:30 am (UTC)
The Sam horror is really cool, and Sam and House is cute. I can see why you were glad of the gen options. o.O

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Laugh SPNhalfshellvenus on December 10th, 2009 01:40 am (UTC)
and Sam and House is cute. I can see why you were glad of the gen options. o.O

Exactly! I'd already written the Walter/House/McClane one by then, which never got very slashy because of the choice of characters involved. Plus, I hate threesomes.

But scrolling down to my remaining prompts, with Romance for Sam and House?!? *brainlock* Has this meme MET Gregory House? I couldn't fathom a way to make them even be attracted to each other, let alone create romance.

However, coming together in a mutual project where House tries to make Sam completely nuts? Why yes, THAT I can see. ;)
Killa: buffy - this doesn't suckkillabeez on December 10th, 2009 02:14 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you mentioned having posted this! I missed it in my dentist trauma/recovery/life craziness today.

(Gregory House/John McClane/Walter Bishop, PG)

LMAO! Oh, man. You were so much braver than I in choosing your characters, and just the thought of this trio made me giggle (painfully).

This bar was really rather nice, Walter thought—well-lit, decent paintings. Not the sort of thing one expected to find in New Jersey. He admired his drink, a lovely blue concoction he'd ordered because someone else had one, and the color was irresistible. Rather like the transference liquid he'd made in the lab a few weeks ago, although (he chuckled to himself) far less toxic, of course!

That paragraph, and all of this interlude, is so perfectly Walter's POV and so dead-on in terms of his inner voice. I'm impressed! It's also hilarious, and scarily, even plausible. You're absolutely right that people are missing out not reading that, because, wow. You kind of rule at life. I don't watch House, but I've seen enough promos for it that I think you nailed him, too. And the idea of the two of them leering after McClane in a bar in NJ is just one of the funniest things ever.

ETA: Aw, I love the ones with Dean and Tony Stark, and with Sam and House, too! It's so cool how the unlikely juxtaposition of characters and fandoms can generate such creative solutions. Nice work!

Edited at 2009-12-10 02:36 am (UTC)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Laugh SPNhalfshellvenus on December 10th, 2009 03:37 am (UTC)
LMAO! Oh, man. You were so much braver than I in choosing your characters, and just the thought of this trio made me giggle (painfully).
That's partly because I had no idea what was coming. And then I was horrified. But! Great writing exercise, I have to say-- writing the things you thought you never could really stretches you.

Thank god this approach came to me, though, because when I saw that lineup I nearly died. And the last one-- Gah! I can't see House romancing anyone but Stacy, in the far preseries past when he was a vastly different person, let alone poor Sam. ;)

That paragraph, and all of this interlude, is so perfectly Walter's POV and so dead-on in terms of his inner voice. I'm impressed! It's also hilarious, and scarily, even plausible. You're absolutely right that people are missing out not reading that, because, wow. You kind of rule at life.
Whoo-hoo! Your comments totally made my week! I'd never written Walter before, but his voice is so distinctive (along with his thinking, and how it flip-flops between logical and crazy so easily and unpredictably). And I can so see him in that bar, working up to the point where he's chuckling out loud and not even noticing how socially inappropriate that is when you're by yourself.

ETA: Aw, I love the ones with Dean and Tony Stark, and with Sam and House, too! It's so cool how the unlikely juxtaposition of characters and fandoms can generate such creative solutions. Nice work!
It's surprising, isn't it? When I saw "Baby fic" I nearly died-- especially with those two characters! But going for humor and uneasiness worked very well for them. "Baby fic" immediately makes me think of something cloying and awful, and I can't really see either character doing that.

The House&Sam one was tons of fun to write. Finally, Sam meets someone who can yank his chain even better than Dean, never realizing that it's business as usual for House because that's what he does. It's his favorite form of entertainment!

Thanks so much for reading and commenting on these! Hope your mouth is feeling better soon-- between that and your Dad's surgery, that is not where birthdays are supposed to lead!
Kimberley: Walterlampshade_days on December 10th, 2009 02:48 am (UTC)
It had a bitter fruitiness followed by a delightful zing.
Hee. I just wanted to comment to say that your Walter is spot on! ♥ *goes off to read the others*

Edited at 2009-12-10 02:49 am (UTC)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Random Fandomhalfshellvenus on December 10th, 2009 03:39 am (UTC)
Yay! \o/

Oh, he was fun to write! Particularly the way he so often fails at self-editing because he is just so impervious to the concept of "appropriate/inappropriate" behavior and information. :D
mercurybard on December 11th, 2009 06:16 am (UTC)
Oh, Walter. I hope Peter or Astrid finds you quickly because you do not need to spend any more time with House than necessary for the contrivances of a fic meme.

Also, Sam, House, and the ghost that hates House's singing are hilarious.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Random Fandomhalfshellvenus on December 11th, 2009 06:52 am (UTC)
I actually like the idea of Walter vs. House, because I wonder if Walter might actually prove too weird for House-- and wouldn't House just deserve that? Though Wlater doesn't, of course. ;)

Can't you just see House taunting the ghost in that last one? Two birds with one stone here, or maybe three: he's aggravating the ghost, Sam, and the neighbors all at the same time. House version of win!
sassy, classy, and a bit smart-assy: Linc in courtbadboy_fangirl on January 20th, 2010 11:20 pm (UTC)
OMG, a PB/BN crossover would BE SO AWESOME! They were totally in Miami during the last season too, and Michael Westen could definitely have helped them out.

I read the Fin/Linc one too...that was nice. I'd like to listen to Lincoln talk all day, myself *g*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: DominicSexyhalfshellvenus on January 20th, 2010 11:27 pm (UTC)
I wondered if PB had made it to Miami-- it seemed likely. Though I admit, my brain glitches when I hear "Michael and Sam" in the same sentence, because my first thought is PB/SPN Xover and not Burn Notice. Two Michaels at once! Writing the Reaper/SPN crossover with two Sams was hard enough!

I really enjoyed writing Sam Axe for this meme, though, and I could so easily see him behaving exactly that way. He can be very kind if he doesn't think you're about to cross him.

The Fin one, boy... I only got to write him once, and that was the setup I got? Though I still had fun with it, both because of 1) Lincoln's voice and appearance! Rendering people stupid since puberty! and 2) Fin's dialogue is so combative, and he's utterly unlike anyone else I've ever written. :D
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sassy, classy, and a bit smart-assy: Leather Pantsbadboy_fangirl on January 20th, 2010 11:22 pm (UTC)
Also, I noticed all the characters you chose were men. Are there no female characters on any shows that you like? I know you are a slash fan, but no lady love at all, even in a general way?
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Random Fandomhalfshellvenus on January 20th, 2010 11:33 pm (UTC)
You missed Cameron-- she's the robot from Terminator:SCC.

All the characters I picked were men because it asked for my favorites (I didn't realize where the meme was headed!), and I watch so many shows/movies that I wound up sacrificing Cuddy and Olivia (Fringe) and Olivia (SVU) for other characters on the same shows.

When you think about it, my favorites weren't necessarily the main characters, either. I picked Sam Axe over Michael Weston, and Walter over Olivia for Fringe, Fin over Olivia or Elliott, and Cameron over John Connor or Sarah.

My broad tastes really came back to bite me when it turned out that a number of the prompts were for romantic pairings, which means slashing sometimes wholly improbably characters (you should read the Fringe/House/Die Hard one) and Crossover Hell! I fear writing Crossovers with a passion, and look at how none of the paired characters wound up being from the same show. :0

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Olympiaolympia_m on January 21st, 2010 08:20 am (UTC)
oh!! Dean is just so Dean in the one with Cameron andthe other is comedy gold!!! :):):)
fantastic!!!!!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on January 22nd, 2010 08:05 am (UTC)
Isn't it funny how perfectly Dean slides into the Terminator future? He's a soldier, and it's another war to save humanity, and that's all second nature to him. The Resistance could use Dean Winchester!

The Iron Man xover was lots of fun to write. On a better day, I'm sure Dean would geek out over the metal suit and all its powers. But in the impending-Apocalypse world it's all business-business-business, and all Dean can focus on is the guy being way oversold on how much he's helping to "save the world."

And can't you just see Dean and Tony Stark there, both of them secretly afraid of that baby but just knowing that they have to do something about it anyway?