#corssover

[reggiejworkshop]

VHS 'Screenshots of ' Wakko's Springfield Score 3

"Come see the Warners and the Simpsons family as you've never seen them before! This Saturday on April 1! Only on Fox!" a proposed tagline. I honestly could have waited until it was actually April 1st, but I'll be out of town and away from a computer on that date.

These are more recovered, totally not fake, screenshots from a lost crossover special of Animaniacs and Simpsons made circa 1996. It was canceled mid production due to unknown production issues, and totally not by an artist who wanted to have another go at creating VHS screen captures again. No, it's not based on a crossover fanfic I still never got around to writing.

Okay, it is. Again. For the third time.

Since everyone seemed to like the last ones I did: More VHS 'Screenshots' Wakko's Springfield Score by ReggieJWorkshop on DeviantArt

I figured I'd do some more. I had honestly planned on doing more much sooner since I had gotten further along with writing the actual story. But I ended up catching writers block midway. I still plan on finishing it one of these days...

To recap from the last post, the story behind this would have been a AU crossover fic where Yakko and Wakko Warner are former street hustlers turned detectives who team up with Wiggum PI and Skinny Boy Skinner. 

What followed would be a series of hijinks; Wakko's bumpy relationship with Krusty; an entertainer who is on the run after being framed for a serious crime, The Wanrer Brothers searching for their missing Warner sister, who happens to get tied with the Springfield Mafia, and a few other familiar faces appear.

As you can see, the story would be goofy as far as plot goes but definitely darker and dramatic as far as tone goes. Lots of action, mystery, and definitely some slapstick violence. 

These shots along with the corresponding quotes ( from top left to bottom) give more insight into the TV special that was never meant to be. Or it will raise way more questions than answers. 

Wiggum PI: "...Okay boys, how bout we make a quick pit stop at Moe's Tavern?"

Yakko: "Ooh I've always wanted know what a seedy bar is like! How about you treat us for helping you take on those mafia goons last night?"

Skinny Boy: "No way, Im not getting a mai tai for a minor!"

Dot: "Oh, Tony..."

Fat Tony: "I believe our new associate has already told you she hates being called Dottie"

Mobster:"Ididn'tsayDottie,IsaidDot! Dot! Dot! Dot!"

All three Warners: "Come on!"

Wakko: "Say the line!"

Wakko: "Sorry, old habits die hard. No hard feelings, Huh Krusty?

Blown up Comic Book Guy: "Worst crossover ever!"

Krusty: "I can't feel anything..."

[unorthodoxx-page]

Drills and Rockets - WIP

Something I’ve been tinkering with.  Might add it to my Recoil and Impact series on AO3 once complete.  It needs a lot of work.

Rocket POV

Rocket can’t look at them after someone finally explains what they are.  He found them odd at first, in more ways than one.  Quill never mentioned any other intelligent life on this planet outside of humans.  Not like that mattered much, Quill isn-wasn’t exactly a reliable source when it came to Earth.  Plus, Rocket doesn’t really give a shit to ask.  They have work to do if they want to track Thanos down, and he’s not going to waste time questioning the origins and adventures of everyone who converges on this compound.  

So he listens to the introduction with half an ear.  He twitches, ear flickering at the mention of magic, but otherwise remains slumped on the ground.  Magic’s not going to do any good from the way Star boy talks about the Stones.  The Stones are beyond science and magic, Thor explained, they just are.  Rocket’s hand folds into a fist at the thought.  Nothing just is.

The room fills with more voices, the turtles going back and forth with every new one that joins before the one in purple suggests helping with ship repairs.  Rocket sits up.  “No,” he says.  “I can handle it.”  He already has to fix whatever Stark did to the thing, he doesn’t need another set of hands screwing it up.

“Do not worry,” Thor says, but it’s lifeless.  “Donatello has a singular mind.  Some of his inventions even manage to surprise me.”

“Right,” Rocket snorts.  This coming from the guy whose planet refers to all tech as magic.  Referred.  Rocket looks away from the Asgardian.  He forgets sometimes that Thano’s cruelty was long in motion for Thor before they got involved.

The other non-human moves on hooved feet to collapse in an open chair.  “The Asgardian is right.  Donatello has a natural intuition when it comes to technology.  A quality even I had not anticipated from the mutation.”

Rocket turns.

The one in blue offers a small smile.  “I thought there wasn’t any real intention behind our mutation.  You know, besides making us great warriors.”

“True,” the other sighs.  “But I could’ve done more if L-,” he stops.  “It doesn’t matter.  Donatello is far more intelligent than any human on this planet.  He can help you get that ship in the air faster than-”

The other stops, his voice stalling, and the rest of the room follows suit.  The silence last for a beat, maybe two before Nebula steps forward.  “Put the gun down, Rocket.”

[kujarojotu]

Belos has been avoiding someone for a long time… and it looks like they’ve finally caught up.

[night-wilf]

Writing prompt 40:

Dash is the cousin of the man in steal. One of the few children sent to earth but arriving late to the planet. His abilities hidden until the ghosts appear and encourage him to train properly.

The pain of keeping his strength controlled relieved as he starts to meet the dead planet in the ghost zone.

The culture now gone from the living world.

After a few years he takes some time to visit Metropolis and share what he has learned with Clark. Shocking the hero as he floats beside him with a hood covering his face. Cheery as can be as the media goes crazy at this revelation.

[irusukunart]

My Little Chainsaw Pony

[photo-roulette-wheel]

Where perry

[burritello3000]

RiseXIDW Crossover

So I’m always writing or picturing TMNT stuff in my head all the time. I’ll write and animate crossovers in my head. I’m currently writing/imagining a Rise IDW crossover in my head. Here’s a little scene from it that I thought was hilarious. Here’s a little context first: Two rise turtles got captured by the Mutantimals (because I love separating the turtles and having at least one held hostage for some reason) We’re at issue 110 (I think) and IDW Leo is sneaking into the Mutanimals facility to eventually overhear Hob ordering Stone and Night to infiltrate the Splinter Clan dojo. Now let’s get onto the scene :)

Leonardo made his way to the room the bulldog had told him to go to. Everything is going to plan, the blue-masked turtle thought as he slipped through the dimly-lit hallway. He was almost there when he heard some obnoxious singing. Normally, the ninja wouldn’t stop just for annoying singing, but something seemed to pull at him. Leonardo tried to shove down the feeling and continued on. However, before he could take another step, the lyrics to the song brought him to a halt. “Go ninja, go ninja, go!” The voice sang, the sound vibrating through the hall. There was a pause before another voice started singing. “Go ninja, go ninja, go.” The new voice sounded flatter and quieter than the last one. Leonardo thought he could also hear beatboxing in the background. What the shell is going on? The turtle thought crossly before turning back down the hall. Are the Mutanimals trying to make fun of ninjas or something? He meant to continue on, but the first mysterious singer’s words stopped him once more. “Riiiiise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles. Rise baby, rise baby!” Whistling joined the song at some point. The second voice started singing. “Donnie and his backup turtle!” This made Leonardo’s heart race. Why were they singing about Donnie? And wasn’t a teenage mutant ninja turtle exactly what he was? “Heroes in a half-shell, turtle power!!!” The voices sang together, the last few words echoing into silence. Until the peace was shattered by the pounding of hands on metal. “SHUT UP YOU TURTLES!” Someone screamed. “Or I’ll tape your mouths shut!” Leonardo had an inkling of who might be singing. Don’t worry, guys. I’ll come back for you.

And that’s it! Can anyone take a guess at who’s captured and annoying the shit out of the Mutanimals? 😉

[dailydenne]

Don’t scare the poor guy...

[en-wheelz-me]

[cringechy]

[lazymonth]

Behold! DJ subatomic mysternova

( Spiderman x NSR )

Dj ss and Mysterio have a lot of same thing, like high ego kinda dramatic and glass ball, well It give me a idea about this

[supercap2319]

Bloom: “What does the book say about Beatrix and her sisters?”

Y/N: “Well, according to the the book...” *Points to the page in the book* “Beatrix, Isobel, and D'Arcy Daniels are the three most powerful witches to walk the Otherworld.”

Bloom: “Ah, the evil Charmed Ones.”

Daphne: “And nobody can find a spell or a weapon that can vanquish them.”

Y/N: “Looks like Witches and Fairies don’t mix. We have our work cut out for us.”

Bloom: “Okay, simple. We set them all on fire with the Dragon Flame.”

Y/N: “I don’t thing it’s going to be that easy, Bloom.”

Daphne: “He’s right. If it were, then someone else would have stopped them instead of us.”

Bloom: “You remember when Beatrix killed Sky, right? Just use that anger and pain to fuel your powers.”

[micmorty]

Hollow Amity 

[akcartoonist2004]

Riku as a Dog in the Tom and Jerry World

[dgttwisted]

Whose your master?

twst an fate/ cross over

(twst icons brought to you by @psychicxhearts-blog1)

no one asked for this but me an my own brain so I'm making it!

warnings/triggers: blood, violence mentions of sex traffickers(don't worry they all die)

"Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall. Let the four cardinal gates close.

Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

Let it be declared now; your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword."

Then the the use of either your blood or the blood of something else in the form of the circle after words the mana from the grail helps conjure a servant from the relic you have brought....at least that is how it is normally done.

"HAHAHA JADE LOOK LOOK LOOK!" Floyds voice shouts with flagrant excitement as he holds the wrist of a rather angry looking individual.

said man whips his hand out of Floyd's grasp rather easily "Oi! Who the hell are you? you the dumbass who summoned me!?"

Jade couldn't help but chuckle it would seem the grail chose someone a little to similar to his brother way to amusing for him "about time you summoned him Floyd, Azul was getting worried that you'd be left behind" he said with a smirk

Floyd only laughed as a response "he worries over nothing i told him it'd summon something when I'm in the mood an i did!"

"enough yapping!" voiced the man that the two of them could tell was a berserker "I'm itching for some killing when can i start!?"

"very eager hu? me to! hay i know where some of the lackeys are want to come play with me it'll be way more fun with more people!" Floyd practically skipped thinking of the carnage he was about to unfold.

berserker had a sharp toothed grin about him "now your speaking my language what are we waiting for" the berserker ran after his supposed master leaving Jade in the dust.

"i was going to tell them that we had to report to Azul ah well" so he said but he seemed to enjoy watching them leave with such glee on there faces.

"master" an appeared out of his spirit form bowing in front of Jade his long dark hair gliding across the tiles of the roof they stood upon as they watched Floyd an the berserker run onward "should i keep an eye on them?"

"that won't be necessary when Floyd's mood drops he'll be bursting threw the door asking for a snack an a nap" he says with all do confidences while Floyd isn't exactly predictable regardless of what he does during the night or day he always returns home.

-

"AHAHAHAA!" Floyd kicks the door to there hide out so fast it shatters in to splinters shredding threw out the entrance hall of the place they're invading. Berserker doesn't waste time an charges in killing anyone in his way. "hay no fair! getting a head start!" Floyd seemed to almost whine as he said that.

"you snooze you lose!" shouts the berserker as he started cutting down the enemy at breakneck speed.

Floyd eventually caught though he wasn't using a weapon just his barehand's he squeezed there necks or faces shattering them like glass. "hahaha! hay hay what number are you at lets keep score!"

"You Bastard!" one of the enemies shouted "we're under treaty you have the audacity to break in here a slaughter innocent men"

"hehe innocent? that's a funny way of referring to sex traffickers" the man grew still as Floyd spoke "Azul was yapping about it the other day while he lectured me using the treaty in the hopes we'd take are eyes off you long enough an you creeps started to kidnap kids?" Floyd points an laughs at him the man growing angry pulls a gun out to shoot.

in that second there was a sound in the air though not of gunfire but of slashing then of screaming. "AAAAH Y-YOU SON OF BITCH AAAHGGG"

Berserker picks at his ear watching the man writhe on the ground "quit your shouting all i did was cut off your arm" Berserker kicked him in the gut causing him to slide an smash into a wall.

"hehe you know i was gonna come in here an kill you anyway all you did was put more fuel to the fire! hay hay berserker what's your name?"

"are you some sort of dumbass? you were literally holding onto my book!" Berserker shouts at him

"oh that thing i was just reading it to pass the time" he said with a carefree smile

"Edward Hyde!" Berserker shouts "don't you go forgetting now you got that!"

"Pufferfish!" Floyd says with glee as he steps on the bosses head intent on crushing it.

"you deaf or somethen! i said Hyde!"

"your so silly pufferfish!"

"Hyde!!!"

as they argued a shot was fired grazing Hyde's cheek "you're gonna regret that!" Hyde charged soon followed by Floyd after all he wanted to to tally there kill score by the end of this night.

-

that next morning was met with 4 hour lecture from Azul to Floyd an his new servant on how it may have seemed like a good idea at the time but charging in an making a mock of things is gonna suck for them in the long run.

"we killed all the witnesses what's the big deal?" Hyde said yawning

"That is not the issue here you were only just summoned what if a mage or someone from the church saw you!" Azul argued

"but they didn't! i didn't sense any familiars while we were having fun" Floyd said with a lazy smile clearly used to being scolded.

"annoying this is a pain I'm letting you deal with this boring stuff!" before Azul could ask who he meant Hyde's hair seemed to soften an fall flatter his eyes turned from red to green an his teeth became much less sharp "ah~" a noise that no one could imagine berserker to make the sigh sounded to soft for him "he always does this if he doesn't want to deal with something tedious he drops it on me what a troublesome fellow though i guess it's my fault he's like that i am the one who made him after all"

Jade's servant came out from hiding "that's impossible"

the man got up off his knees from where he was sitting wiping them off "oh Assassin? ah i guess this does feel a little confusing to you after all my normal rules there should only be one Assassin per team but you see Hyde an i are a special case" he said with a polite smile "sense Hyde so carelessly introduced himself it would only be polite of me to do the same Master, associate's of my master an fellow servants it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance i am Dr. Henry Jekyll"

after the room collectively picked there jaws off the floor they started asking questions.

"how come pufferfish turned into nurse shark?" Jekyll points at himself "funny way or referring to others you're calling me nurse shark master?"

"who else would i be talking about" Floyd pouts "where did pufferfish go?"

that caused a small chuckle to leave Jekyll's lips "not to worry master 'pufferfish' is still here with us he's just taking a back seat while i'm in control" a voice that only Jekyll can hear rings out in his head 'You think this is fucking funny! why do you get to have the cool nickname! that's not fair!!!'

Assassin spoke next "a duo servant? is that a thing?"

"i asked the counterforce the same thing but it assured me that it's not a unusual occurrence though rare very similar servants like myself are a thing though usually they are two separate people instead of one servant but considering my tale you could imagine why we can't exactly be separate can we?" Jekyll walks over to the table jade was sitting by "may i?" Jade nods an Jekyll sits across from him

"in this form you can hide your presence like Assassin but you have the strength of berserker" Azul grinned in a way that could be clearly read as 'we can use this'

"what an interesting team I'm apart of where are the other Master's an servants on this team of ours?" Jekyll asks rather curious as he started to make himself some tea.

"on patrol my caster is with them you'll meet them later this evening" Azul said now sitting back at his desk looking over his paperwork "you're free to go this time Floyd"

Floyd jumped up "haaaaay nurse shark lets play something fun come on" Jekyll looked at him quizzically "you were up all night surely your tired no shouldn't be resting?"

"I'm not in the mood for sleep" he was leaning hard on Jekyll's shoulders though Jekyll didn't budge from his spot "commmeee onnnnn Nurse shark play with me"

"Only after you get some rest not getting any sleep is bad for your mental an physical health" he simply said taking a sip of his tea an putting it on the table "i would have never thought to put truffle oil in tea very unique flavor" Jade smiled at that remark

"so if i got to sleep you'll play with me when i wake up?" he asked his arms flopped on Henry's chest Floyd pressing his cheek against a rather chill heroic spirit considering his circumstances. Jekyll took a deep breath before giving the answer he knew would make his master the happiest "yes"

what he did not anticipate was being lifted into the air an into his arms by said master. "hehe then lets take a nap!" Floyd now holding the heroic spirit bridal style down the a hall "Master this is unnecessary as a servant i can go into spirit form i do not require sleep like you-"

"whose your master!?" he says pouting again at him Henry could only aquite his attuid to a spoiled cat "you are but-"

"then i say we take the biggest nap together an we play a hole bunch when i wake up by then everyone else will be back an we will have way more friends to play with!" he could argue but his master seems much to happy about this so he won't crush his dreams besides one nap won't hurt will it?

To be Continued~ ?

[malevolent-muse]

Flame to the Torch - Chicago Fire/Torchwood Crossover Fan Fiction

In a dance between dimensions, an American firefighter finds himself in an odd encounter with the members of Torchwood Three — When Lieutenant Kelly Severide is unexpectedly pulled through time and space, a tangling of timelines ensues. An ancient artifact, shimmering flames, and Time Lord technology intersect in this enigmatic tale. 

With a packet of prawn cocktail crisps in hand, Dr Owen Harper descended into the well of his medical laboratory. Munching away, he checked the various items atop the low shelving unit. Nothing much was happening at the moment so he had time to make sure his scalpels, forceps, surgical sutures, gloves, antiseptic solution, syringes, needles, and sterile dressings were set out on the various trays and that everything was accounted for. 

Owen picked up a scalpel, still encased in plastic to keep it sterile, and examined it closely. Many of the tools he had at his disposal were multi-use items and would be sent out to be autoclaved before they were returned. Though this cut down on potential wastefulness, Owen did have his concerns that the process would eventually result in the dulling of the scalpel’s blade. 

Peering through the clear plastic, he focused on the blade. It was so clean that he could see a partial reflection in the polished steel surface. However, as he altered the angle of the blade, it no longer reflected the pale peachy hues of his skin but rather the bright sparkling flicking flame above him.

“GWEN!” Owen screeched, dropping the scalpel and immediately turning around to stare at the ceiling above him. “GWEN! GET IN HERE!”

Silent flames, alternating between blue, green, yellow, and orange simmered with unknown energy along the surface of the ceiling.

“What?!” Gwen Cooper hollered back at the doctor as she entered the room.

With a singular finger, Owen pointed upward.

Gwen gasped. 

In a flurry of footsteps, she rushed out of the room far faster than she had rushed in.

As for Owen, he didn’t dare move. His eyes transfixed on the high ceiling above him, he stood mesmerized.

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“And that’s when I told him,” Lieutenant Kelly Severide said loud enough that the rest of the Firehouse 51 crew could hear him, “there’s no such thing as ghosts.”

“Bull,” one of the more senior members of Truck countered, taking a bite of bacon and then using the remaining portion of fried meat to point at the lieutenant. “You might say that now. But I’m telling ya, I’ve seen gaps in smoke and flame in the perfect outline of a human. If that’s not proof enough for you, I don’t know what is.”

Lieutenant Casey glanced at Herrmann. 

“This wouldn't happen to have occurred while you had your SCBA gear on, would it? Are you certain that your oxygen was all the way on?”

The rest of the crew sitting down over breakfast chuckled at this remark. 

Despite their laughter, Herrmann opened his mouth to contend with the lieutenant’s statement but was interrupted by the blaring of an alarm.

“Truck 81,” the dispatch crackled over the loudspeaker, “Squad 3. Structural Fire. 111 South Michigan Avenue.”

Bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee left abandoned, the crew of Firehouse 51 mustered a quick turnout and were out on the Chicago streets in mere minutes. With Mouch at the wheel, the team strapped in for a bumpy ride.

“Severide,” Casey said through the radio clipped to his jacket, “you know where we’re headed?”

“South Michigan,” Severide replied, the slightly altered tone of his voice sounded over the receiver. “Over by The Bean, I’m pretty sure.”

“Lots of old buildings,” Mouch muttered. “Tourists, too.”

Quickly deciding on the best way to approach the situation, Casey made his orders known.

“Mouch, Herrmann, you two run interference with onlookers and potential victims. Dispatch didn’t call for ambo so be sure to have one called in if need be. Cruz, Mills, you two get hoses running and ready. I’m going to go in with Squad and assess the situation. Got it?”

“Got it,” the truck company echoed in a nearly simultaneous reply. 

As the rig pulled up in front of the Art Institute of Chicago, horns and sirens still blaring, Casey hopped out of the truck's cab. Looking to his right, he waited for just a second as Squad pulled up behind them.

“Severide,” Casey hollered, “I’m going in with you and Squad.”

“Got it,” the fellow lieutenant replied. 

As Casey was the first commanding officer on the scene, the decision was up to him unless a captain or a chief made their way down the site. 

Hustling, their gear clanking around them, the crew ascended the many granite steps only to be greeted by a frantic member of staff as others streamed out of the building. 

“Thank goodness you’re here!” the middle-aged woman declared. “Quickly, this way.”

“Ma’am,” Severide replied, grabbing the woman’s arm and halting her from going back into the building. “You can’t go back in there.”

“But the Institute’s director, he’s in there trying to put it out!”

“We’ll get him,” Casey said. “Just tell us where we’re going.”

Her eyes and hair were both as wild as the woman was frantic. She was almost breathless as she replied, “The Bronze Age Exhibit from Wales! It’s in the special exhibition gallery. Straight across the lobby, through the Alsdorf Galleries, down to the left from there, before you hit the Modern Wing.”

“Alright,” Severide called, “you heard her. Let’s go!”

Taking the lead, Casey strode into the grand building first, with Severide by his side and the rest of Squad following behind them. As they made their way through the atrium, across stone floors, and up and down staircases, the lieutenants glanced around them, trying to assess the situation in which they were walking. Other than the few stragglers making their way out of the building and the resounding wail of the fire alarms, there was nothing that would indicate the presence of a fire.

Giving Casey a knowing look, Severide said, “I don’t even smell smoke.”

Casey shrugged, though he didn’t lessen his pace.

“Dispatched called a structure fire. This isn’t someone accidentally burning a bagel in the staff kitchen.” 

As they walked further toward the special exhibition gallery, both Casey and Severide could hear the loud hiss and whoosh of a fire extinguisher being discharged. Casey broke out into a run as he rushed towards the exhibit and crossed the threshold to find an older man in a suit  desperately using a commercial-grade extinguisher to combat the fire.

“Sir!” Casey said, pulling the man away. “I’m going to need you to exit the building. We’ll take it from here.”

“The fire won’t go out,” the man relayed. “I don’t even know how it started but that is the Mold Gold Cape. It is nearly 4,000 years old! And it is on loan to us from Cardiff. It cannot be damaged!”

“We’ll do our best, but it isn’t safe for you to be here. You need to leave.”

“I can’t,” the director replied. 

“Capp,” Severide interjected, “you want to see him out.”

“On it, Lieu,” the squad member replied.

In the moments it had taken Casey to speak with the director, Severide had crouched down and was examining the fire surrounding the white square pillar and on top of it, a glass case containing a short golden shoulder cloak. However, the artifact held none of Casey’s attention. Instead, he too was mesmerized by the flames licking along the floor. 

This fire was quiet, neither crackling nor roaring as it alternated between hues of blue, green, yellow, and orange. Odder still was the fire did not appear to be consuming the wood of the floor or even the column upon which the cape sat. And the flames sparkled as if touched by electricity.

“What are we looking at?” Casey questioned, crouching down next to Severide. “Electrical fire?”

Severide shook his head ‘no.’

“The flames make me think it’s chemical. But … feel that?” Removing his glove, the lieutenant extended his hand. “No heat. No smell either.”

“Careful, Kelly,” Casey cautioned, stepping back as he watched the flames lick out in odd intervals. “We don’t know what we’re dealing with.”

“What’s beneath this gallery?” Severide asked. “Do we know?”

“More exhibits would be my guess.”

“Welch,” Severide directed, “go investigate.”

As the squad’s ‘floater’ left the gallery, the squad’s lieutenant pulled his glove back on and eased closer to the fire.

“Severide, don’t!”

“Would you relax, Casey? I know what I’m doing. The fire is clearly contained.”

“Kelly, I have never seen a fire like this before. Ever. We should call Chief down here, and see what he has to say.”

“I’m not waiting for Boden,” Severide grumped. “I don’t need the Chief to hold my hand.”

“Then maybe I should,” Casey replied, reaching down to hold the other lieutenant and keep him from getting any closer to the flames.

“Seriously?!” Severide exclaimed, shooting Casey a glare and yanking his arm back.

The movement of pulling away from his fellow lieutenant was enough to off-balance Severide. Tipping over, he fell into the flames and disappeared completely from view.

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Jack stood in the middle of the medical laboratory staring up at the flames above.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Owen,” he said, his neck craned all the way back, his hands on his hips. “The analyses from the rift manipulator all read normal. This is an anomaly, plain and simple. There’s no explaining it.” 

Now standing in the doorway, along with Gwen, Owen replied, “I don’t care about an explanation. I want it to stop."

“Jack,” Gwen called, as neither of the pair dared step all the way into the room, “come back up here. It’s not safe.”

Turning to face his team members, Captain Jack Harkness spread his arms wide and gave them a wide dimpled grin.

“What could possibly happen?”

As these words fell from Jack’s lips, a darkly dressed and yellow-banded figure fell from the ceiling. The man landed directly on the captain’s head.

“Jack!” Gwen and Owen called in unison as they rushed down the steps.

“Oooh,” the man who had fallen groaned, rolling over onto his side.

With a shooing wave of his hand, he motioned to the doctor and field agent while speaking through gasping breaths.

“Evacuate … the… premise. It’s … not … safe.”

Then, grabbing the oversized radio attached to his lapel, he pressed the call button with his protectively gloved hands.

“Casey,” he said, looking around, “do you have a copy? I think I landed on someone. Have dispatch send a bus. Casey?”

While the man made an attempt to contact his fellow associate, Owen took a few steps closer to Jack. Standing over the captain, the doctor tilted his head to the side and appraised his commanding officer’s physical condition.

“Gwen,” Owen somewhat casually remarked, “I think he snapped his neck this time.”

The man, who by this point Owen had recognized to be some sort of firefighter given the way he was dressed, sat up with a loud groan.

“Don’t touch him. I’m radioing for help and the paramedics will be here soon. You two need to evacuate.”

“Nah,” Owen remarked, looking back up at the still fire-riddled ceiling high above them. “I’m more worried about those flames than I am Jack. Give him another minute and he’ll be good as new. Trust me, I’m a doctor.”

“I don’t think having a doctorate in art counts, pal.”

“Oh, I’m a medical doctor.”

“What is a medical doctor doing in a museum?”

“You think this is a museum?” Gwen interjected.

The man looked over at the Torchwood field agent like she had grown a second head.

“I know where I am,” the man growled.

“And where is that?”

“The Art Institute of Chicago! Now, really, I need you two to exit the building. The floor above us could collapse at any moment.”

Gwen remarked with a sigh, “He’s fallen through an anomaly in the Rift.”

“I can see that,” Owen replied before returning his attention to the misplaced fireman. “Oi, mate. What year is it?”

A bewildered look crossed the man’s face as he answered, “2013. Why?”

“Bloody hell,” Owen cursed. Kicking at the captain’s foot, he directed his next few words in the captain’s direction. “Jack, time to wake up. Some bloke has fallen through time and space, that’s your speciality.”

“I said don’t touch him,” the firefighter said once more, dragging himself closer to the captain. Seeing the unnatural angle of Jack’s neck, the man pulled off his glove and placed two careful fingers just under the captain’s jaw. “Oh, shit,” he remarked, hanging his head.

“—eeHaaaaa!” gasped Jack, as his neck realigned itself and he sat straight up.

“Shit!” the fireman exclaimed, pulling back.

The man’s eyes were wide in both shock and amazement as he watched the Torchwood captain climb to his feet. This look turned to one of utter bewilderment as Jack turned to him and gave him a dazzling smile.

Extending his hand, Jack said, “Captain Jack Harkness, at your service. And who might you be?”

“Kelly,” the man whispered before clearing his throat. “Lieutenant Kelly Severide: Chicago Fire Department, Firehouse 51, Squad 3.”

“Well then, Kelly,” Jack replied, taking Severide’s hand and hauling him to his feet, “welcome to Torchwood Three.”

“Torchwood?”

“Ah,” Jack supplied, his smile only growing brighter, “handsome, American, but not fully ‘in the know,’ if you catch my drift. Pity.”

“But,” Severide stuttered, “you were dead. I couldn’t feel a pulse.”

“Never mind that,” Jack said, giving the fireman a hearty pat on the back. “What matters is getting you back to — Chicago — didn’t you say?”

“Yes.”

“Well with that gorgeous accent of yours, I shouldn’t have forgotten so quickly.”

Severide’s eyes darted over to Owen. Raising a finger, he pointed at Jack.

“Is he hitting on me?”

A smirk tugged at the corner of Owen’s lips as he answered, “Nah, mate. I think you were the one who hit him.”

“I was just breaking his fall,” Jack interjected, crossing his arms.

“And then you chatted him up,” Gwen supplied. 

“Can you blame me? Look at that jawline, the dappling of grey at his temples, those piercing green eyes, even that little gap between his front teeth.”

Holding up both of his hands, Kelly Severide halted the conversation on that particular topic.

“Would someone kindly tell me where in the Hell I’ve just found myself?”

“Cardiff,” Gwen supplied.

“Wales,” Owen added.

Severide’s gaze rapidly shifted between the three members of the Torchwood team before responding. 

“The Cape,” he said.

“Which cape?” Jack questioned.

“The gold one. The one the flames were surrounding.”

“You mean those flames?” Owen said, gesturing to the ceiling high above them.

“Yes,” Severide remarked, taking a few steps out from directly under them. “Those flames. They were surrounding a display holding a gold cape. I think I remember one of the staff saying they were from here.”

“The Mold Gold Cape?!” Gwen said with a gasp. “I’ve seen that. They have it at the museum here. But that thing’s like a million years old.”

“Definitely not that old,” Jack interjected. “But if it’s from the area, it could be tied to the Rift in some way. Could explain why an anomaly formed.”

“The director said it was 4,000 years old, actually. And if it’s at the museum here,” Kelly questioned, “then how could it also be at the Institute in Chicago?”

Owen looked over at the American firefighter and rolled his eyes. “Are you daft? We’ve been discussing how you fell through a rift in time and space this whole time, mate.”

“To be fair,” the captain interjected, “we did discuss his good looks as well.”

“That was just you, Jack,” Gwen griped.

“How do I get back?”

“Listen,” Jack replied to the field agent, “just because you’ve got Rhys waiting for you at home, doesn’t mean you can’t—“

“And you’ve got the tea boy,” Owen interjected.

“How do I get back?!”

“Would you do me a favour, Owen?” Jack grumbled. “His name is Ianto and he’s just as much of an asset to this time as you are. Keep that in mind the next time you mention him.”

“He’s the bloody tea boy, Jack! I’m an actual doctor!”

“WHO CARES?!” Severide bellowed, interrupting the Torchwood three. “How do I get back?”

“The way you came,” Jack said with a shrug.

“The way I came?” Severide replied, clenching his jaw. “And how the actual fuck am I supposed to get all the way back up there?!”

Lifting his chin, the firefighter stared pointedly at the ceiling high above them.

“He has a point, Jack,” Gwen said. “And anomalies don’t last long. If we want to get him back, we’d better do it quick and stop arguing over Ianto.”

Owen turned on his heel and glared at Gwen.

“I’m not arguing over Ianto. I’m just saying he’s not—“

“Still arguing over the guy!” Severide interjected. “And as much as I’ve loved dropping in on this insane situation, can we instead figure out a way to get me back through a hole in the ceiling?!”

His head cocked back, Jack stared at the flickering flames on the ceiling as he carefully moved around the lab.

“Simple, really,” he finally said. “We just need to reverse the polarity of gravity, or mavity, in the room and you will fall back through.”

“Reverse the polarity on the what?!” Owen said incredulously. 

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Jack replied, “It’s something I read in a file we nicked from UNIT’s scientific advisor back in the 70s.”

“Seriously?” Owen grumbled.

Jack laughed as he explained, “It’s an old Time Lord trick. Works every time.”

“I’m sorry,” Severide interjected. “But this is lunacy! I’ve clearly hit my head and now I’m hallucinating a group of crack-pot conspiracy nuts led by a guy that needs both suspenders and a belt to keep his pants on.”

Gwen sighed and replied, “We’re not as crazy as you think. And in Britain, we call them braces, not suspenders.”

“Who the FUCK cares?!” Severide shouted. “What I need is to wake up from this insane nightmare. Because in the last five minutes, I’ve seen a man come back from the dead, had a discussion about a historic artifact that’s in two places at once, and I’ve been subjected to whack-a-do theories about organizations that don’t exist! You know what? I’m done. I’m getting out of here!”

Brushing passed Jack, Severide headed towards one set of stairs that led back into the room of the Hub. 

Jack, quickly giving Owen a knowing look, then spun around and snagged Severide by the sleeve of his jacket.

“I can’t have you going anywhere, Kelly.”

Owen watched as the fireman turned on the captain. And, while the pair was otherwise occupied, the doctor pulled a pre-filled syringe off of the top of the low shelving unit. Glad he had checked his supplies earlier, Owen walked around until he was on the other side of their visitor.

“Yeah?” Severide replied, yanking his arm away from Jack. “And how do you plan on stopping me?”

“Like this,” Owen said, stepping forward and jabbing the needle at the base of Severide’s neck.

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“Welch,” Casey all but screamed through the radio, “do you have eyes on Severide?!”

“No sir,” came the static reply over the small speaker. “I’m directly below the gallery and everything seems intact. I don’t even see flames!”

“He’s stuck in the floor cavity,” Casey said, coming to the realization in the same breath as the words fell from his lips. “Capp!”

“Here, Lieutenant,” the squad member said, coming up alongside him.

“I’m going to need you to secure a rope to an anchor point. I’m going in to get Severide and I might need you to pull us back up.”

“You sure about that?” Capp replied, handing the rope from his kit to Truck’s lieutenant. “You’re not even geared up.”

“We don’t have time,” Casey answered, taking the rope and tying it in a quick makeshift harness around his waist and thighs. “Severide isn’t down that far. I just have to get to him and haul him out. I’m worried he’s unconscious.”

“His inactivity alarm isn’t going off. So he has to be moving somehow.”

“I’m not willing to take that risk. If the fire is electrical, it could’ve short-circuited the unit,” Casey said, momentarily taking off his helmet to strap on the cone-like SCBA apparatus to his face. Turning to face Capp, Casey shouted, his voice now muffled, “Secure the line!”

As the squad member rushed to anchor the rope, Casey found himself on his elbows and knees. Crawling on his belly, the lieutenant cautiously approached the sparkling flames. 

It was true, there was no heat to the fire. However, his fingers and forearms tingled with energy but definitely not the arching, electrical kind. This was far from painful. It was just … odd.

Reaching the pillar, which displayed the golden artifact, he was finally able to find the breach in the floor. The flames around him flickered higher as Casey reached down and wrapped his arms around something heavy and solid.

“PULL! PULL! PULL!”

The rope around his waist going taut, the lieutenant found himself being dragged backward out of the flames. In his arms was his fellow lieutenant, and best friend, Kelly Severide.

“SEVERIDE!” he yelled. 

Thankfully, the other lieutenant didn’t appear to have any significant injury or even burned. Still, he was most certainly unconscious. Whipping off his mask and gloves, Casey dove his fingers beneath the layers of thick clothing to feel for a pulse. 

“Come on, Kelly, don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead.”

His own heart hammering in his chest, Casey closed his eyes and willed himself to calm down. Was he feeling his own heart beat or was it the pumping of Kelly’s blood through his carotid artery?

“He’s got a pulse,” the truck’s lieutenant said with a huge sigh of relief. “He’s got a pulse. Call an ambo and let’s see if we can’t get this fire out.”

“Uh… Lieu,” Capp said, pointing up towards the short white column in the center of the room, “fire’s already out. And I can’t even see the hole in the floor Severide fell through.”

Looking up, Casey replied, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

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Having moved anything that wasn’t already bolted down in the room, Owen, Jack, and Gwen sat in the doorway of the medical lab.

“That was quick thinking with the injection, Owen,” Gwen said as she lazily tossed a coin into the lab and watched it fall to the ceiling.

“Simple ketamine always works when you need to rapidly sedate someone. That’s why I always have it on hand. And, speaking of hands, that thing sure did the trick.”

As he spoke his last sentence, Owen nodded to the object in the centre of the medical lab’s floor. A clear jar, within the confines of the black hexagonal outer case, contained a hand. The pale, severed appendage, suspended by bubbling, blue-tinged liquid, was seemingly unassuming (though a bit macabre).

“Like I said,” Jack replied with a grin, “Time Lord technology: it never fails.”

“Good thing it didn’t,” Gwen said, tossing another coin. “I can’t imagine it would be fun dealing with Lieutenant Kelly if he had gotten stuck here.”

“I don’t know about that. At least he was pretty to look at.”

“You sure the tea boy would like to hear you say that?” Owen said with a snort. 

“How long does it last?” Gwen quickly interrupted before the captain and doctor got into yet another argument. “The reverse polarity of the gravity, I mean.”

“I’d like to second that question, Jack,” Owen added. “When will I be getting my lab back?”

Jack, with his back leaned up against the narrow passageway of the lab’s entrance, simply shrugged his shoulders.

“Could be a while. Days even.”

Opening his mouth to argue, Owen was interrupted yet again. But this time it was not by Gwen. Instead, the pinging sound of metal striking the floor pulled the doctor’s attention back to the interior of his laboratory. 

Owen got to his feet, followed quickly by both Jack and Gwen. Ducking his head through the door frame, he didn’t dare step foot into the room just yet.

The small coins that Gwen had tossed into the room had now fallen to the floor and remained there, unmoving.

“Knew that hand would come in handy,” Jack proclaimed, pushing passed Owen and stepping into the room.

Gwen and Owen both groaned at the terrible pun.

Trotting down the steps, Jack scooped up the case and tucked it under his arm.

With a big smile, he said, “Owen, you can move everything back into your lab now. I’m pretty sure it’s safe enough now.”

“Yes, well,” Owen said, gulping down some of his unease. “Might wait until after tea. Just to be sure I don’t end up on the ceiling.”

“Fair enough,” the captain replied, jogging up the steps, Time Lord’s hand in hand. “You never know what the Rift might throw at us next.”

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