How can I resist this meme? I can't.

[selenak]

From vaznetti:

Give me two characters from two different fandoms with which I am familiar, and I will invent a relationship for them.

Alias, Angel, Buffy, American Gothic, Babylon 5, Blake's 7, new BSG, Farscape, Firefly, Highlander, Star Wars, Star Trek (any incarnation save Enterprise), X-Men movieverse and within limits (am still catching up) comicverse: bring it on.

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[likeadeuce.livejournal.com]

Charles Xavier and Londo Mollari.

Just 'cause.

[selenak.livejournal.com]

During one of Charles' times in space which apparantly he has in the comicverse when dating Lilandra, he ended up falling through a crack in time and ending up in the B5 era, a bit before "Soul Mates" in s3.

There was some rescue expedition which Magneto joined up on, not bothering to explain his reasons. He's being written by Chris Claremont and thus we can assume subtext. Anyway, he is the only one who manages to track down that crack in time (a sense of magnentism helps) and ends up going through it as well. Arriving somewhat later on B5 than Charles does, he ends up getting invited to Londo's big ascension day party as well; all the new arrivals are. At the party, Erik and G'Kar quickly get into an argument about effective methods of resistance fighting. Charles makes a move as if to interrupt, Londo tells him not to spoil the fun, and lo and behold, Charles thinks about it, looks at the two arguing parties - and doesn't interfere. He does end up playing cards with Londo in the meantime, though. (No one else would by then; they know Londo cheats, after all. But that's okay, because Charles does now and then, too. (Not in games with Erik, but with aliens? That's different.)

Londo, beaten despite cheating, goes on to open his presents, and events proceed as we know them to. Later, once he's left medlab and said goodybe to the wives, he tracks down Charles Xavier again and invites him for a return match. Charles is a bit embarassed, despite knowing Londo cheated as well.

"Never mind," Londo says cheerfully, "we married man must stick together."

Charles is about to protest he's not married, but by that time Erik has figured out how to reopen the crack in time so they can return to the present and does so without asking, dragging Charles along. What did you expect him to do?

[yahtzee63.livejournal.com]

Julian Sark and Julian Bashir, please.

[selenak.livejournal.com]

Julian Bashir, when researching authentic 20th and early 21st century English spies for his holoprogramms, had a hard time deciding between Bond and Sark, but Bond never was in prison as long as Sark, so he went with James. He still thought Sark sounded very cool.

Later, when he visited the early 21st century during the Bell riots with Sisko and got stuck in a sanctuary, he thought he recognised someone, photographic memory and all, but it seemed so very unlikely.

After all, would Julian Sark allow himself to be trapped among the homeless and unshaven? Besides, Bashir as the only doctor around had other worries.

Shortly before they left, though, he saw one of the police guards take a look at the fellow and shout: "Julian Sark!" at him. Whereupon there was some chase and run, the end of which Bashir never got to see because they were beamed back on the Defiant.

Damm, he thought. He could have asked Sark for his autograph.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_medley_/]

Han Solo and Mal Reynolds.

[selenak.livejournal.com]

They hate each other. Well, can't stand each other is perhaps the better expression, since Mal is pretty sure Han never fought for the Alliance. But still, put them in a room together, or their ships in the same space, and you have the all time big pissing contest going on. Kaylee thinks it's funny and cute and IM's Chewie about it, who agrees. Zoe thinks it's because they're too similar and isn't amused, especially since Mal dragged her husband into contributing to said pissing contest. Something about Serenity being able to beat the Millennium Falcon, and Wash was on Mal's side for once.

Nobody ever mentions that incident where they both got so drunk that Luke and Simon had to revive them from a complete stupor, because back in their minds they're pretty sure there was hugging and exclamations of "brother!" involved.

[buffyannotater.livejournal.com]

Ok, I cannot resist...Rygel and Six (the one in Baltar's mind). :-)

[buffyannotater.livejournal.com]

Actually, whichever Six you'd like!

Because I'm sure your not mentioning Doctor Who was an oversight...

[shezan.livejournal.com]

Rose and Nog

or

Garak and Reinette.

Re: Because I'm sure your not mentioning Doctor Who was an oversight...

[selenak.livejournal.com]

I didn't mention it because I have several Old School fans in my list, and if they ask about the Second or Fifth Doctor's companions, I'm screwed. However, pleased to serve here:

Given the time the good Doctor (no, the other one) spent in the holosuite, and the rather entertaining adventure they had the last time, Garak invited himself along into a further adventure. This one didn't star Julian Bashir, Secret Agent, it starred Julian Bashir as Giacomo Casanova, visiting Paris. Garak refrained to comment on the obvious.

At any rate, instead of scamming the French court via a lottery, Bashir got into an argument with someone named D'Alembert who was there to petition someone about a dictionary and its publication. Or something like that; Garak didn't pay too much attention, because he made an acquaintance of his own. (Naturally, Garak deduced who the most intelligent member of the court was at once.) They had a delightful conversation about doctor, part of whose charm was that they talked to much and were just that bit out of reach for a permanent relationship, so one could always wonder. And about gardening.

(Garak was always annoyed nobody took his claims about having been a gardener on Romulus seriously; he had spent two years in that function there, and cover or not, had actually enjoyed it more than he had tailoring at first. He missed it.)

Afterwards, as he and Julian Bashir grew more and more distant and the war grew worse and worse, as he had to work against his own people and get hundreds of them killed in order to end the Dominion's rule, he found himself returning to that holosuite program on his own. Just for an hour of conversation over chocolate or coffee in exquisite porcellain cups made of photon particles. Aside from her wit, there was a wistfulness in her at odd moments, and he blamed his susceptibility for this for the fact that one day, he found himself saying:

"I used to look at the stars like an appalling adolescent, trying to find Cardassia. These days, I try not to see it."

"I picked a star once," she replied. "It is still waiting for me, and I try not to look for it too often. Until I can claim it, the candles of Versailles will have to do... and we have such flattering candle light here, Monsieur."

Clearly, someone had messed up with Bashir's programm, Garak thought, and then decided she was talking metaphorically.

"It is made for hiding," he agreed.

"For a while," she said, and her smile was altogether far too aware for a hologramm.

[owl]

Anakin and Kara. That's probably going to detroy the galaxy. Hmm. Padmé and Roslin are a little alike, aren't they?

[selenak.livejournal.com]

Lords of Kobol! The two blond issue kids. *g* Hm, let's see.

They were rivals, naturally. Nobody quite knew where Kara Thrace came from, but her pilot qualifications were immediately apparant, and after the Clone Wars started, the Republic was in dire need of them. Early on, Anakin said something about Kara's lack of discipline, arrogance and temper; Obi-Wan gave him a pointed look and grinned, seemingly thinking this was funny, and after a while, Anakin had to admit his point. For her part, Kara was a real competitor for the "best pilot in the fleet" title, and made no bones about her opinion he only held it because the Force gave him an advantage; she was known to call him an overgrown spoiled brat.

But one day, somewhere on some planet where communications had broken down yet again and half their ships were wrecked, Anakin tried to distract himself from the fact he had been unable to get a message through to Padmé for more than a month by doing his best to repair the most hopelessy wrecked of their fighters. Which happened to be Kara's. Somehow, the fact he was good with mechanics and repair work impressed her where his pilot skills didn't. She didn't say anything, she just started to look for additional tools. They ended up working in silence together for almost four hours. After which her ship was repaired. None too much later, Kara socked someone who badmouthed Anakin. Calling the kid names, she said, was her privilege.

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Willow and Jean Grey.

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Willow's mother Sheila used to drag her to pro-mutant demonstrations as a child, so Willow did not show an interest until her college days as her own kind of rebellion. During her first year in college, she thought they could be witches and wizards, and contacted Dr. Jean Grey who had spoken on the mutants' behalf before the senat. Jean thought there was clearly superstition and anti-mutant prejudice involved, a poor brainwashed girl believing her powers to be magical in nature instead of genetic in origin, and visited Sunnydale together with Scott.

After various mutual misunderstandings had been cleared up, Willow decided to volunteer as a temp at Xavier's for summer school, both because it sounded interesting and because she figured maybe she was right after all and the entire mutant business was magical in origin, only she was too polite to tell Jean that. (Tara, for her part, though the difference between witches and mutants was quite obvious but was too shy to tell Willow that.)

Jean took Willow under her wing that summer, and they bonded about several issues, from a shared fondness for "Moulin Rouge" to the dilemma of being attracted to two people. And about mentors who were really great except that they seemed to think "you're not ready yet" was a kind of mantra. Though Giles hadn't said it that often recently.

When she returned to Sunnydale, Willow had ever intention of coming back the next summer. But then Buffy died, and she couldn't. During the year of hell that followed, she did wonder whether maybe Jean could help her, but then came a short note from Xavier's about Jean having died at Alkali Lake. One more injustice in a world that seemed to Willow worse by the second.

After Tara's death, she didn't think about much of anything beyond revenge anymore, except once, when she cast out her mind to track down Warren. There was something, something that felt vaguely familiar, hidden somewhere, disguised, sleeping. Something that longed for the same things she did: burn out the pain by fire. Without a second thought, Willow sent an impulse to wake it up, then continued her search for Warren. She never tried to find out what it had been.

If she couldn't bring back Tara, then the world might as well burn.

[redstarrobot.livejournal.com]

Travis and Delenn. Or Cally and Obi-Wan Kenobi.

[selenak.livejournal.com]

The Force was strong in her, Obi-Wan could sense that at once. She obviously had no Jedi training, or Sith training, for that matter, yet knew how to handle her powers. If the way she had just taken out several Trade Federation droids was anything to go by, she was a skilled shooter as well.

Obi-Wan offered her to join the army of the Republic, secretetely intending to make a petition to the Council so he could apprentice her as a Jedi as well. Of course she was much older than even Anakin had been, but these were desperate times, and it was obvious the Sith had no age rules, so the Council might be swayed. To his surprise, the woman just looked at him and said: "No."

"Why not?" Obi-Wan asked, surprised.

"I am a clone," the woman said, "and I do not fight for people who use clones as their slave soldiers."

With that, she spoke to the thing she wore on her wrist, and said: "Teleport".

Obi-Wan Kenobi never saw her again.

[bethos.livejournal.com]

D'Argo and Tyrol!

[selenak.livejournal.com]

D'Argo went to all sorts of places to find a doctor to fix Chiana's eyes, and that was how he ended up on some dreary planet called New Caprica where people said "frack" instead of "frell" and otherwise looked like Sebaceans, only without Peacekeepers. He got pointed towards a doctor named Cottle who listened but said he had no way of curing blindness. Afterwards, D'Argo was depressed enough to look for some booze before taking off again to the next planet, which was how he ended up drinking with the local union leader, one Galen Tyrol.

Tyrol was angry about the incompetent goverment by some guy named Baltar, but that was just one of his issues. He was married, and his wife was pregnant.

"So why aren't you happy?" D'Argo asked, trying not to think of his dead wife and living son, or said living son and Chiana.

"I am," Tyrol said none too convincingly.

"Dren," said D'Argo.

"I'm grateful," Tyrol said, which sounded more convincing. "For a new start. I mean, I'm lucky. Nobody will ever try to make Cally have an abortion or take our kid away from us, that's for sure. That's something, isn't it? Isn't it?"

"Yes," D'Argo said, not thinking about Jossi again, and those years of separation. "It is."

[neuralclone.livejournal.com]

Going to be a bit obvious here...

Harvey and Six (the one in Baltar's mind).
Londo and Rygel!
Kirk and Servalan
Servalan and Grayza
Spock and Scorpius

[selenak.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't dare to compete with leadensky's Harvey/Six story. So:

Braca once said about Grayza that she did not understand loyalty, duty, the dedication to a higher cause or the utter admiration one felt for an idol, simply because she could only see herself. Grayza did not hear about the remark until the humiliating period when she had been relieved of command on her own ship. When she did hear it, she could have told him how wrong he was. Not that she would have bothered to.

Grayza once had known absolute dedication and admiration. She had been a cadet then, and living in another part of space altogether. The Supreme Commander and later President had been her idol; Grayza had modelled herself after her in every respect, and when Servalan took power and saved the Federation from the Andromedans, she had made it her business to report those few fellow cadets who dared suggest that the terrorist Roj Blake had been involved in that heroic action as well.

A few months later, the President visited the academy. Grayza stood in a row with exemplary students, nearly trembling with excitement, but only nearly. She stood still, waiting, expectant. Surely, Servalan's eyes would be drawn to her at once. Surely, the President would recognize the extent of Grayza's devotion; why, Grayza looked exactly like her younger self.

But when Servalan did pass her, Graye didn't receive more than a nod. The cadet before her got a few encouraging words, two cadets after her did, but not Grayza. If anything, the President looked bored.

Years later, when Grayza had left the Federation behind, had allowed another species to operate on her which made sure nobody would ever be able to ignore her again if she did not wish it, she told herself she understood. She had reflected Servalan perfectly. And which woman wasn't bored with a perfect reflection?

[rozk.livejournal.com]

Cordelia and Chiana

[selenak.livejournal.com]

Being under constant (polite) goverment supervision during her present-day visit to Earth was a bit too much like home, so Chiana persuaded Crichton's sister to get her a wig and get her out, hidden in her car. Just for an unsupervised fun time, honest. Olivia couldn't resist. (And didn't know better anyway.)

Chiana was having fun in her second bar when some jerk who had seen more tv than was good for him did recognise her, despite the wig, and started to crow about Aliens and how they probably importet veneral diseases from space. This changed the mood of the crowd to hostile in no time flat, and things started to look ugly. Not that Chiana wasn't confident she could defend herself when attacked by the jerk and his friends, but it was totally not what she had come here for. Which was when a tall, gorgeous brunette flashed her teeth in a great smile and asked whether anyone here wanted to spend the night in jail, holding up some kind of ID. While the others thought about that, she grabbed Chiana and left the bar with her.

As it turned out, that ID had nothing to do with human police; the brunette, who introduced herself as Cordelia, had been bluffing. She was on vacation; her boss, it appeared, had gone to Tibet for some reason, and Cordelia had taken the opportunity to take a holiday as well before returning to a city named Los Angeles and whatever job she had there. Cordelia took Chiana's alienness in a stride but critisized the outfit, which led to some late night shopping with Crichton's credit card. Then they went dancing. Chiana was completely prepared to finish the evening with sex because she thought Cordelia looked as if she hadn't gotten any in a long time, but alas, by then the goverment agents had caught up with them.

Still, it was a fun night. Chiana kept the dress and promised to visit Los Angeles the next time Crichton got a fit of homesickness. As it turned out, Crichton made sure nobody from the Unchartered Territories would come to Earth again, so that was that, alas.

you knew this was coming...

[deborah-judge.livejournal.com]

Roslin/Winn

Sorry for the lateness!

[selenak.livejournal.com]

As it turned out, New Caprica was not entirely uninhabited. Or at least that was the explanation people came up with later for what happened. Laura had been taken her time to come down, because there were few things as galling as the bitterness of having done the right thing and being convinced it was the wrong one anyway, morals be dammed, but eventually, she decided she was not going to be of use to anyone as a guest in the rapidly emptying Battlestars.

There were children down there to teach, and she was, still, a teacher.

Thus it was on her first day on the surface that the group who had been scouting for good ground for buildings and started to dig came upon what appeared to be an old underground cave. When they opened it, everyone felt the sensation of an energy blast, a hot wind, striking out with angry force. Laura felt oddly reminded of the tomb of Athena on Kobol. But this was absurd. This was a planet without sanctity, humanity's doom, not its cradle.

She was curious enough to arm herself with some flashlights, to see whether there was anything in the cave, even before the men and women who had been working on the diggings were ready to do so. And so she was the first to see her standing down there.

A woman dressed in white, looking up at her. Lost power and that same bitterness of having done what was deemed right clang to her as she spoke; Laura recognized both instantly.

"Is this then to be my punishment," the woman said, not talking to Laura but presumably to whoever had entrapped her there, "is this your mercy, Prophets? Can you not let me die at last?"

There had been a saying on Caprica, something Laura had heard recited quite often but had not believed until humanity's children returned and brought fire and destruction and a life of miracles. Your future waits for you in a form you will recognize. Do not look too long, or you will be frozen in fear of it forever.

Laura Roslin looked at her future, in the cave. Her eyes met the ones of the woman, and she believed the other recognized her as well. Then Laura turned to the man next to her, who had been one of her security guards who had quit the presidential service in favour of becoming a settler on New Caprica but had kept his arms, and asked him for his gun.

She had never used one before. But then, there was a first time for everything. Especially when fulfilling the last request of your unbearable future.

[zandra-x.livejournal.com]

Vila and Captain Picard.

[selenak.livejournal.com]

Vila tried to steal his wallet when Picard was vacationing on Risa. Which was a problem, since Starfleet officers don't have money or a wallet. On the other hand, he ended up with Picard's communiciation device, which freaked him out a little since it looked so much like the Federation symbol, only turned in a 90° angle, and he had thought the Federation had not conquered this universe as well.

Picard didn't notice at first, but Vash did, and was amused. After tracking Vila down, Picard and Vila unexpectedly bonded over the virtue of real wine versus synthehol (Adrenaline and Soma, yes, but Vila disliked Synthehol), and parted amiably. Jean-Luc even gave him the address of his brother's vineyard in France. Vash insinuated this was because of some leftover issues with Robert, an accusation which Jean-Luc firmly denied.

[mylexie.livejournal.com]

Dawn and Deanna Troi
River Tam and Kai Winn
The Doctor (9th) and Kitty Pride

[selenak.livejournal.com]

"You meddle," River said when seeing the woman in her white and golden robes.

"Only if the Prophets want me too, child," Winn replied. She had heard about the new arrivals on the station after her monthly visit to the Emissary, but this girl was the only one of them who had gone to the temple and demanded a look at the orb, at which point the local vedek had asked the Kai for permission. There was something abou the girl, he said.

"No, you don't," said River. "And they don't. They don't want you."

Unexpectedly, this stung. For a second, Winn's smile wavered. Then she caught herself, preparing some gentle rebuke to what was obviously a mad Terran school girl, when River surprised her again by grabbing her ear, the way the Bajoran clergy did when feeling someone's pagh. Winn had performed the gesture a hundred times, but it hadn't been done to her since Opaka died, and so, stunned, she held still.

"Doesn't matter," River said cheerfully. "They're completely illogical. You don't need them. Tell them that, and you'll be free and won't have to meddle ever again."

With that, she let Winn go and danced away. Winn looked after her, and for a moment, she wondered what it would be like: to discard her robes and walk away from it all, ambitions, longings and frustrations alike. Then she shook her head.

The girl was mad, after all.

[anenko.livejournal.com]

I leave it up to you to decide between the following:

Leia and Mal (Star Wars/Firefly).
Zhaan and Erik (Farscape/X-Men).
Sloane and Roslin (Alias/BSG).
Giles and Charles (BtVS/X-Men).

[selenak.livejournal.com]

When the first scans of Earth showed it the planet to be a devastated mess, everyone assumed the Cylons had managed to arrive before the fleet. But there wasn't a single battlestar in sight, nor were there traceable residues. Adama ordered expeditions to the planet. No Centurions, nothing. Apparently the inhabitants of the Thirteenth colony had managed to wipe each other out without AI help.

Mostly to keep up morale, Laura asked for more scanning and search parties. After all, if people had survived on Caprica until Starbuck found them, there should be survivors on Earth as well. Not many, but some, surely. She refused to believe humanity itself was more efficient at genocide than the Cylons had ever been.

As it turned out, she was right. The very first expedition found traces of life, unmistakable human life, somewhere in a region they were later informed used to be called Mongolia. Unfortunately, the survivor in question was apparantly trapped below ground, which probably happened in the course of whatever catastrophe had hit the planet. Laura, knowing the importance of a gesture, was there when they finally dug him up.

He was a man between fifty and sixty years, not tall, thin, with deep-set, mournful eyes and pepper grey hair. His rescuers had said the idiom he spoke was close to their own language, and that they had told him he would be safe, so she skipped reassurances. She waited until she was sure his eyes had adjusted to the sunlight again, and then she greeted him in the name of the Twelve Colonies, expressing her regrets for whatever had befallen his planet, and promised they would help him and what other survivors there were to rebuild Earth.

Everyone was watching them. She could see the hope mingled with disappointment in the eyes of the rescue party. This was the first citizen of Earth they saw, another human being; what if he was the only one?

The man breathed in and out, deeply, which wasn't suprising if one considered he had been trapped below ground. Then he looked at her and said with a voice as soft and precise as her own:

"Thank you. I am Arvin Sloane. And I am sure we'll be able to help each other a great deal."

[honorh.livejournal.com]

You didn't name Doctor Who, but I'm gonna use it anyway: The Doctor and Guinan. Tell me about 'em.

[selenak.livejournal.com]

The Doctor first met Guinan when he was in his Third Incarnation. Which means he was, as a later companion would phrase it, pissed off about the Time Lords having exiled him and about being stuck on Earth. Not that he didn't like Earth, or even wanted to be on Gallifrey at that point, far from it, but, you know. It's irritating when you can't even use your TARDIS because your people have taken away the control unit. Bastards.

Still, he couldn't exactly show the extend of his irritation in front of his friends from UNIT, so he went to a bar somewhere in Dublin where he was reasonably sure nobody would know him in order to get drunk. Also in order to get into a bar fight, to tell the truth, because he wasn't about to fake an Irish accent and knew what his English one would do. Well, he always wanted to try out that Venusian karate on someone, and no other Time Lords were at hand.

Which is how he met Guinan, who was doing one of her tourist stints on earth. They recognized each other as what they were very soon, and he ended up telling her all about his current frustrations, ending up laughing at himself. They promised to meet at some future point.

Then her people got introduced to the Borg, courtesy of Q, and by the time he did catch up with her again, he was Five and had just been told by Tegan she couldn’t stand it anymore. He asked her for advice about whether or not it wouldn’t be better to travel solo for a while, given what being with him could do to humans. She called him a patronizing git, and of course she was right.

He was Seven when he introduced Ace to Guinan. Ace was more interested in Worf, though, and managed to persuade him to some sparring while the Doctor and Guinan chatted amiably.

He didn’t meet her at all when he was Nine. Her story was too close to home then, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to look at her without feeling the emptiness where the voices of the others used to be.

When he did meet her again, he was Ten, only just. During that long time on Earth after Christmas. He took the TARDIS one night without telling Rose, and brought some leftover punch bowl and ginger bread to the Enterprise-D.

“From the ghost of Christmas yet to come,” he said to Guinan when he handed them over, and she told him not to be pretentious.

[kernezelda]

Sheriff Lucas Buck, Methos

[selenak.livejournal.com]

Lucas Buck was no stranger to odd requests, but if they included someone's death, that person was usually someone other than the petitioner. Well, unless the petitioner had been involved with Lucas romantically, but he tried not to think about that one.

In any case, Trinity saw the arrival of several tattoed people looking for someone named Adam Pierson, about whom nothing whatsoever was known, and than Adam Pierson himself. The man showed up at school, no less, applying for a teaching job. Selina said he was interesting and practically purred. So Lucas showed up on the day of Pierson's job interview, and lo and behold, the guy asked him for a favour straight away.

"I want to die," he said with a smile.

"Trinity isn't that depressing," Lucas said while trying to figure out what the hell Pierson was up to. "Give our town a chance."

"I'm sure it's a charming place," Pierson said, "but I still would like to die. In public. Preferably with you shooting me."

At which point Lucas decided to follow his dawning suspicion. "Attendance of folk with tattos at their wrist optional?"

"Well, if you put it like that," said Adam Pierson. "It certainly would be preferable if they attended, Sheriff."

"Hm," said Lucas, pretending to mull it over. "Tell you what, Mr. Pierson: let's see what the hospitality of the South can do for you."

Guns weren't his thing. On the other hand, there were always a couple of citizens who just didn't understand their Sheriff was only concerned for their own good. Arranging for one of these to be angry and trigger happy and aiming for Lucas Buck while hitting the unfortunate Mr. Pierson wasn't much of an effort; it also had the useful side effect of removing the guilt-ridden shooter. Prison was such a better place for people disturbing the peace of Trinity; Lucas couldn't put them all in the asylum for the insane, after all.

The tattod guys, who called themselves Watchers but managed to miss what whas truly worth watching in Trinity utterly, duly left. So did the late Adam Pierson.

"You don't seem surprised," he said when Lucas was there in the morgue to see him wake up. Lucas gave him a "please" look. "Now, what can I do for you, Sheriff?"

Lucas had been doing some research, aided by Selina getting one of the "Watchers" drunk and spilling some beans.

"We've had bad luck with doctors so far in this town," he said. "But I've got a feeling that's about to change. Doctors and sheriffs really should get along for the sake of the community... would you agree, Mr. Adams?

[vilakins.livejournal.com]

Vila Restal and Vir Cotto.

Bwahaha! One of my Firefox plugins told me that my text looked more like Portuguese than English, and did I want to change my language setting?

[selenak.livejournal.com]

Ah, but it's hard to write about these two without thinking of you and Hobs. Well, let's see:


Vir had heard about the human custom of having "pen pals", especially with other species, and it seemed to him an attractive and eminently sensible custom, as well as a preparation for his diplomatic career. Not that he expected to have one; his family made it abundantly clear that neither did they. Still, Vir wanted to try.

His contact turned out to be a human, but one who was living in another part of the universe altogether, or so it seemed; at least the Federation he spoke of didn't much resemble what Vir had heard about humans. His name as Vila, and he lived on a ship called the Liberator, where, according to Vila, he either was in immediate danger of being blown to smithereens or ignored while new plans for danger were made, which left him much time to get bored. The ship's computer, Zen, and another computer named Orac had almost infinite range of communication, so he received Vir's messages quite clearly.

Vila was fun to talk to, and Vir could empathize about the being ignored business; he was treated as invisible or annyoing by most people he knew, and did not expect this to change once he actually managed to receive a post somewhere. On the other hand, Vila had so many adventures that he sounded like some of the heroes Vir heard about in childhood from his nurse, and sometimes Vir envied him. Vila was an example. Living proof that adventures weren't just for tall strong fighters but for people like Vir himself whom nobody thought much of.

One day, his uncle told him they had finally found something for Vir. "Not that I expect you to take it," Moran Cotto added. "It's nothing more than a joke, being the aide of that drunken fool Mollari, but they went already through four of these stations, and the fifth sure to explode or vanish any time soon. You're neither brave nor stupid enough for that."

Vir thought of Vila being chased by black-clad commanders and their blood drinking servants. He stood taller and looked his uncle in the eyes.

"I'll go," he said. "And the station will not explode. Because I will make sure it doesn't."

[adn-heming.livejournal.com]

Lee Adama and Erik Lenscherr, OR Lee and Scott. :)

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"What is your name?" the old man with the steely blue eyes asked. Several people on his ship had reported him as a Cylon; when asked for their reasons, they described strange occurences, all connected to metal and magnetism. "Sounds like a toaster to me, Sir," one of the guards who had come along with Lee had said.

Lee, on the other hand, wasn't so sure. For one thing, he assumed a Cylon would be more discreet. And certainly wouldn't wear a cape, of all things.

"Lee Adama," he said automatically. Months of post-apocalyptic life had not robbed him of manners yet.

"No," the old man said, and there was amusement in his eyes. "What is your real name, Captain?"

Lords of Kobol, Lee thought. Tom Zarek has a doppelganger.

[wemblee.livejournal.com]

Marshall (from Alisas) and Lorne (from Angel). *g*

[wemblee.livejournal.com]

Damn my spelling! That font showed up so tiny in the comment box.

[londonkds.livejournal.com]

I know you've seen some of him, so Delenn and the Seventh Doctor.

[selenak.livejournal.com]

To show up in the midst of a genocidal war against human kind wasn’t the wisest thing to do, which was why the Doctor did it alone, without Ace. As it was, he was barely able to admire the unquestionable beauty of Minbari design before he was discovered on the Grey Council’s ship, arrested, examined for devices which explained his presence and upon the discovery of his non-human anatomy brought before the youngest member of the Council, who usually dealt with the kind of phenomena which distracted the others from their war.

She asked him whether he was a spy. “Not really,” he said. “Though I could tell you about Earth. All about Earth, in fact, which you might want to know. Given that you’re about to destroy the planet. Rather a pity; they make excellent tea, and no one has ever rivalled their umbrellas, either.”

“You have two hearts,” she said, ignoring his words. “So you must be Centauri. Does this mean the Centauri chose to side with the humans at this late hour? Do you really want to see Centauri Prime come to ruin as well?”

“It will,” he said sadly. “Though certainly through no fault of mine, for a change. But you really should brush up on other species, my dear. No Centauri male would allow himself to lose his, hm, attributes. No, I am not Centauri. I do like the hair style, though. How about you?”

Her young face started to lose its stern determination and became bewildered, angry, with just a second of amusement lurking in her eyes before she became angry again.

“No, it wouldn’t look good on you, I agree,” the Doctor said. “Tell me, Delenn, what will you wear when your race has conquered Earth? Still grey? It won’t be necessary any more, you know. All that blood will be gone, along with the people. You could wear white and it wouldn’t get stained.”

Her face closed off again, though she did not ask how he knew her name. “Do not lecture me on bloodshed. The humans murdered Dukhat, and when we reached out our hands in peace, they murdered our legate as well.”

“Have you ever tried saying “exterminate” when you kill them?” he asked helpfully. “I know a species which uses it as a catchphrase. They are very honest, you see, if nothing else. They don’t hide behind vendettas. They want to wipe out the rest of the galaxy because they truly believe nobody but them deserves to exist.”

She was silent, and so was he. At last, she said: “Go, wherever you came from. I will not hinder you.”

“The advantage of being an individual of free will,” he replied, tipping his hat, “is that you can pick any point in the universe and make it the center of a new life. Any point at all.”

A few hours later, the Battle of the Line started, but her mind was still with the strange encounter she had had. When they called her to witness the final phase, she did. And then she chose a point. A single small dot, a starfury with a pilot whose interrogation she ordered.

Years were to pass, though, before she wore white.

[kangeiko]

Playing!!! *bounce bounce bounce*

Londo Mollari & Garak

Jack Bristow & Inara Serra

River Tam & Charles Xavier

Caleb & Connor

Dawn & Gaius Baltar

G'Kar & Emma Frost...

*dangles treats*

[selenak.livejournal.com]

Connor and Caleb met at college at Stanford, of course. As fate would have it, they are roommates. Caleb started out inherited-rage-surpressing and trying to be a quiet, nice guy, Connor started out being cheerful, mindwiped!Connor. Then two things happened:

a) Lucas came to visit.

b) Connor got his memories back.

This, after Lucas' return to South Carolina and Connor's return from Los Angele, made for both of them having essentially an argument about nothing in particular which somehow scaled up to shaking walls (Caleb) and display of supernatural strength (Connor). Which led to them taking a good hard look at each other and deciding to get drunk. In the course of the following conversation, attacks on pregnant cousins and sacrificed girls were brought up, fathers were cursed and blessed, and eternal friendship was sworn.

The next morning, they each requested a new room and new room mate in mutual agreement. Better to stay the hell away from each other. Because hell was sure to follow.

[grimorie.livejournal.com]

*cough* I know its very, very late in the game but I always wanted to know how Aeryn Sun and Buffy would get along...

[laws-of-fizzix.livejournal.com]

Haha! (Here 'cos of HonorH, via a DW/ST:TNG macro crossover time.) This is amusing, but not in a funny way - a "I know I'm not supposed to laugh at this, but... I am" way. But it's good, and my current review isn't, 'cos it doesn't make sense, 'cos that's what goodness does to me.