Discussion in 'Non Star Wars Fan Fiction' started by Admiral Drabblar, Jan 3, 2014.
How very Batman-like -- take them down and disappear into the night.
Thanks. I wrote this right after the challenge went up, but I've been too busy to post.
Title: Mommy Combat
Fandom: How I Met Your Mother
Lily slammed her hand down hard on the coffee table. "I can't understand why you would think such a thing!"
"Because I know you're wrong," Tracy said.
"I'm not wrong," insisted Lily. "You are! And until you admit that, I don't know that we have anything more to discuss."
"I guess we don't."
* * *
"And yet, kids, they kept right on arguing, for what seemed like hours."
* * *
"If I may interject," Robin tried.
"NO!" both combatants screamed. Robin retreated, joining the men and kids hiding in the kitchen.
Marshall asked, "Any idea what our wives are arguing about?"
"Not a clue."
That was an awesome snippet. And a great way to use the prompt.
I can totally see Lily having a mommy fight I love that she and Tracy are close enough to do that!
Title: The Teammate
Kramer burst into the apartment. "Jerry!" he shouted. "We're teaming up!"
Jerry looked at the heaping spoonful of cereal in his hand. He then ate it and chewed slowly before he replied, "You and me?"
"Ha, good one. No, I mean me and the greatest living hero in this city," Kramer said. "Who'd you think I meant?"
"Still no idea."
"Spider-Man! I'm talking Spider-Man, Jerry! Do you have any idea how many times Spider-Man has saved this city?" asked Kramer.
Jerry nodded. "Where did you meet this alleged Spider-Man?"
"Times Square," Kramer said. "He was talking to Cookie Monster, and-"
Fandom: Star Trek
After a long moment, the lights flickered back on. Captain Martel turned to his first officer... and paused. He'd been wrong, he realized; something had changed. Her head was completely hairless. Even her eyebrows had vanished without trace. He glanced around the bridge and discovered that all the women had suffered this fate, while the men's hair remained unaltered.
"What's the matter, captain?" she asked. Her scream seconds later told him she'd spotted the problem. "Juan?" she squeaked. "What is that weird, stringy stuff coming from the men's heads?"
Or maybe the issue was slightly more complicated than he'd thought.
Oooh, looks like the men didn't come off better after all.
This is one I wrote a couple weeks back for io9's Concept Art Writing Prompt. Usually my responses aren't fanfic, but this prompt - which can be boiled down to two words - really screamed out for something like this crossover.
Title: In the Shade of Evil
Fandom: Jurassic Park / [hl=black]Resident Evil[/hl]
Doctor Malcolm's hands never paused as he spoke. "Yes, under John Hammond, InGen was possessed of a shortsighted arrogance. But it was born of almost a naivete on Hammond's part. Certainly he wasn't an evil man, per se."
In the days since the Costa Rican government's latest blunder on Isla Sorna had come to light, Ian Malcolm once again found himself a favorite of the talk show and cable news circuit.
"It's like," he continued, "they asked themselves who would be the least appropriate company they could hire. 'How about Umbrella? What could go wrong?' Now we know: zombie dinosaurs."
Title: Taking Flight
Fandom: The Simpsons
Homer stared thoughtfully at the elevator and the "Out of Order" sign hanging in front of it. "Marge," he asked, "is Carl really that close a friend?"
"Yes! Now come on! We're taking the stairs!"
* * *
Sometime later, he was wheezing and gasping and clinging to the railing. While he had been using it to slowly pull himself up, now he was just trying not to fall back. He let out a grunt that vaguely resembled, "Marge?"
She knelt beside him. "Yes, Homie?"
Eventually, he got out the question, "What floor does Carl live on again?"
"The second," she answered.
Now that was an excellent use of the prompt!
I thank you.
Title: The Power of Will
Fandom: Doctor Who / [hl=black]Green Lantern[/hl]
The Doctor paced back and forth across the ancient chamber. "I have willpower!" he announced for the seventeenth time. "I've loads of the stuff! I have willpower coming out my ears! Okay, maybe not as much as some of my former selves. The sixth me-"
"Don't confuse willfulness with willpower, Time Lord," said the small blue figure. "And it's not enough just to have willpower; it's the defining characteristic of the Corps. Can you truly say that of yourself?"
"Weeeelll, when you put it like that, not really. But can't I try a ring on for just a little bit?"
Of course he wants to "try one on" ...
Title: Invaders from Up There
Fandom: Pinky and the Brain
"From the depths of space came the invaders. Narf! Haha, Space Invaders!"
"Stop it, Pinky! I shall tell the story! The nefarious extraterrestrial medusoids had subjugated most of humanity within a single diurnal cycle! Since my colleague and I are conquerors of a more strictly nocturnal variety, we didn't discover the dastardly plot until it was a fait accompli!"
The man at the counter looked up from his magazine. "I like the way the other one tells it better."
"Egad! Right, where were we, Brain? Something, something, something, in order to take over the world, first we must save it!"
Excellent. I truly hope PonyTricks finds this. She has P&B in her siggy.
Title: Into the Light of Day
Fandom: The Warriors
At night, after the rest of New York had gone to bed, the gangs took over the streets and ruled through chaos and violence. And then came the Giuliani years.
* * *
Around the restaurant, men and women in expensive suits discussed billion-dollar deals between bites of overpriced chicken. "I really should introduce you to my broker," one man declared to another. "But there's one thing I must warn you about. He's a Baseball Fury."
"Does he still wear the facepaint?"
The man nodded. "Mostly just on the weekends, fortunately." He rose. "Well, I must dash. Gramercy Riffs forever."
"Gramercy Riffs forever."
Title: Perchance to Dine
Fandom: Star Trek
Cadet Stiles raced across the quad. Tuesdays were always his favorite days here at Starfleet Academy, and the reason hovered before him. Even from several hundred meters away, he recognized the red pattern standing out against a black background.
The shape wasn't at all unusual; food trucks were common sights on campus. But none of the others had the really good Klingon cuisine, especially since the war began and the embargoes and the general distrust of all things Klingon.
None of that stopped the lines for this particular truck stretching halfway to the science block every Tuesday. Just like today.
I enjoyed that.
Here's my response to the challenge.
Title: Open House
Fandom: The Office
Kevin peered directly into the camera. "At first it really was all about finding a new place to live after I accidentally set my toilet on fire. But after spending so much time with Carol, I think I'm in love. And I know her standards are super low, because she dated Michael for, like, years."
* * *
"Kevin!" Carol screamed. "Put your pants back on now!"
"What? I'm wearing boxer shorts! I want to see if I'll feel comfortable in this apartment. Just to warn you, I may not always bother with boxers when we're married."
"When we're what?"
* * *
"She dumped me."
Another great response to the prompt.
Thanks. When I saw the theme, it popped into my head almost immediately that I could do something with Carol.
Title: Never Seen Before
Fandom: Get Smart
Max walked around the prototype, leaning in close to examine every panel, every connection, every nook and cranny. Thirty seconds into his detailed search, the Chief moaned, "Max, what are you doing?"
"There's something very familiar about this device," explained Max.
"That isn't possible," said 99. "The professor just invented it this afternoon."
"Tell that to KAOS! They have a device that looks almost exactly like this!"
"How almost?" the Chief asked.
Max pointed. "See that green light? Theirs is blue."
Everyone turned to the professor. "I may have traded a few ideas with my brother, who is in KAOS."
Terrific. Oh, I can hear the voices of the characters saying these lines.
Title: Jazz Aficionaderation
The others found Pierce already in the study room, sitting back, his eyes closed as music played. "What are you listening to?" asked Jeff.
Pierce didn't even open his eyes. "It's called jazz music, Winger. How can you not recognize it? It's what rock and roll used to be called before-"
"I know it's jazz!" Jeff snapped. "I'm not an idiot! I meant, 'What specific piece are you listening to?'"
"Umm..." Pierce trailed off, not answering for a long moment. And then he began to snore.
Troy quietly raised his hand. "I didn't know it was jazz music," he admitted.
Fandom: Arrested Development
Even before he opened his eyes, Tobias realized that Lindsay wasn't beside him. He reached out for her, and a second realization dawned: he'd awakened in a strange bed.
Sitting bolt upright, he discovered he was in a room bigger than the entire model home.
Lindsay, wearing a sharp, conservative suit, emerged from the bathroom. "Did I wake you?" she asked. "Sorry, but I'm meeting the Cabinet at seven. A president's work is never done."
She walked over and kissed him on the cheek. "Dear, today, for once, don't go out on the White House balcony naked. Please, for me?"