Doctor Who Crossover (Part 1)

"This started as a sort of Doctor Who fanfic, but it quickly became a much more complicated crossover.

This might be one of the few things on this blog that I finish on this blog, as I don't know where else I would post it." -Casey

Nightfall on the streets of London was never really all that dark. The bright lights of the city bathed every street in a dim glow. This otherwise typical night was interrupted by a tall man in a long black coat running down the streets from three other men in suits. Citizens dove out of the  way of the other three men because they were brandishing guns as they shouted for their target to stop. The tall man in the coat ran on in spite of their warnings, his stride and ability to weave through the crowd gaining him distance.
He veered into an alleyway and was almost completely obscured by the shadows thanks to his black coat and dark hair. Keeping up his fast pace, he leaped into the air and caught hold of a suspended fire escape ladder. He swung his feet out and over his head in one quick motion and successfully flipped himself onto the fire escape, where he continued his retreat up towards the rooftops.
A gun shot rang out and the man flinched back from a spark that ignited rather close to his head. He glanced back, his pale blue eyes catching the light, as his pursuers entered the alley shouting "Freeze!"
He didn't stop, he climbed onto the roof and dashed across the flat surface of the gravel in his jackboots. He heard a couple more shots ring out, but he kept his gaze fixed before him. Directly ahead was the edge of the roof and a slanted tile roof beyond that. The man quickened his pace and leaped across the gap easily though he fell forward because of a loose tile beneath his feet. The man groaned as he lifted his head from the clay tiles and found the mussel of a gun pointed directly in his face.
He looked up, brushing his slick black hair away from his eyes, to find a woman dressed in a black suit holding the gun to his face with a satisfied smirk.The man sighed with a wide smile and shook his head.
"You're very good, I must say," he admitted as he slowly got to his knees, the tiles below him shifting. He steadied himself and then touched his hand to his lower lip, which was now bleeding. He looked at the blood on his fingers with his eyes narrowed in disbelief.
The other men that had been chasing him were now behind him on the apartment rooftop, their guns trained on him.
"I don't suppose that there's anyway we can end this with you lowering your guns and letting me walk away, is there?" the prisoner asked.
"I'd die before I let you escape," the woman replied fiercely as another man in a suit emerged from the other side of the tile roof.
"Well, that settles things, doesn't it?" the man in the long black coat sighed as he slowly put his hands behind his head. The man behind the woman reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a syringe that contained a clear liquid.
"Oh, could we not do the needle?" the man asked casually, trying not to shrink back from the needle. "I'd much rather you smash in my face with the butt of your gun honestly."
"That would be such a shame," the woman sighed, brushing back her loose blond hair. "You are terribly hansom."
The man with the syringe stepped forward and injected the sedative into the man's neck. As the serum began to take effect, the man in the coat shook his head and blinked rapidly in an attempt to keep himself awake.
The woman before him smiled with her eyes narrowed before she swung her gun and knocked the man back against the roof with the butt of her gun. He lay silently before her as her partner pulled out his handcuffs to retrain their prisoner. The woman holstered her weapon and batted her blue-gray eyes at the man.
"But I suppose you'll be with us long enough for that to heal," she shrugged. "Welcome to London, Doctor."

The Doctor (C) BBC

Story (C) SuperheroGeek13

Zared and Kennet-Visions

"My characters, Zared and Kennet, in a scene that I wrote back when I was experimenting with first-person narrative. This will most likely be third-person when I finally do publish it as a whole." -Casey

 

I often asked Kennet about his visions, but he never told me much. I don’t believe he liked thinking about them, because he himself was unable to determine what they meant due to their lack of context. Sometimes I wonder if he had visions of going blind when he was younger.

“Was it a new vision?” I asked as indifferently as I could manage, though Kennet could always read the curiosity in my voice.

“No,” he answered simply, closing his eyes the way he did when he was trying to block out distractions.

Hoping that I wasn’t the disruption he was avoiding, I asked, “Was it that one recurring vision?”

Kennet simply nodded. “Won’t you tell me more about it?” I asked him. “I might notice something about it that you missed.”

“Very well,” Kennet sighed. “There was stillness. The atmosphere was tense, ridged even. I heard my voice, but I’ve yet to make out what I said.”

Kennet hesitated opening his eyes as if he had heard something. He turned his head away from me as he continued. “Then there was a wave or perhaps a strong wind that knocked me to the ground.”

“Did you see anything? A bright flash maybe?” I asked a bit too eagerly, so Kennet turned to me with a frown.

“It could have been the end of the world or it could simply be a fight between father and I,” he pointed out apathetically. “There’s no way to know until it comes to pass.”

Kennet straightened up from where he was leaning against the wall and looked almost directly at me as he said, “Don’t worry so much, Zared. I will be there to protect you when the time comes.”

Kennet was always foremost my elder brother, a fact that irritated me to no end.

“I don’t need protection, Kent,” I said, falling back on my childhood nickname for him in my annoyance. “I want to protect the river, the valley, and maybe even the world beyond. But how can I do it if I don’t know what’s coming?”

“Knowing won’t stop it, whatever the disaster,” Kennet said, cynicism creeping into his voice. “When it comes, you will act. The outcome won’t be changed by any prescience or hindsight.”

Characters and Story (C) SuperheroGeek13

Writer's Block Kybernân

Kybernân is a fanfic I made up a while back. 

What is it a fanfic of?

Sorry, that's a surprise that I'm not revealing until the end of the story.

...
At least I'm trying not to reveal it 'til the end.

Kybernân and all but one of these characters (C) SuperheroGeek13

One character or two characters (C) Some one to be named at a later date.

Athol - Watcher

"This snippet features my original characters, Ciar and Perditus. Their story is based in a fairy tale world, so I read through a few of the original Brothers Grimm for some inspiration. This scene was inspired by The Great Horned Owl story." -Casey

 

Ciar sat against a tree in the shadows, a good ten feet away from the campfire as he eyed it dubiously. Perditus was only three feet from the fire, sleeping soundly in the dirt.

A soft, but deep sound like the tune of a horn broke the silence of the dark forest. Ciar’s gaze followed the sound to the top of a tree above him and his eyes widened in panic. There was a large horned figure hidden so well among the branches that Ciar only noticed it because of its eyes. They were two bright orbs of yellow light, staring down at him piercingly and unnervingly.

“Perditus!” Ciar whispered, but the elf didn’t move.

“Perry!” he hissed, throwing a pebble at his friend’s head. “Wake up!”

“Hmm? Huh?” Perditus answered, uncurling from the fetal position.

“There’s something in the trees.” Ciar hissed, causing Perditus to freeze as still as a board, his eyes going wide.

“What is it?” the elf whispered back.

In answer, Ciar pointed to the creature staring down at them and Perditus slowly turned to look at it as well. The silhouette up in the trees turned slightly towards the elf and the soft deep sound rang out again.

Perditus smiled and sat up with a chuckle. “Oh, it’s only an owl, Ciar,” he said, shaking his head at his companion’s trepidation. Perditus then called to the bird in his old Gaelic tongue and the owl called back with a strong, “Hoot, hoot, hoot. Hoot, hooooot.”

Perditus then curled back into a ball to settle back down for the night. “Get some sleep, Ciar,” he muttered. “The owl will keep watch.”

Ciar watched in amazement as Perditus fell back asleep. He then looked back up towards the owl, who was staring at him again. After a moment, the bird turned its head all the way around and Ciar turned away with a shutter.

Story and Characters (C) SuperheroGeek13

Phineas and Ferb of the Second Dimension

 "This is the opening scene for the first 'episode' entailing the first summer for 2nd Phineas and 2nd Ferb. I actually have a lot more than just this, but I really need to finish it before I share anymore." -Casey

The sun was shining down over the Tristate area like it never had before. Maybe it was the lack of zeppelins flying through the air or the fact that all the dark purple and green buildings had been torn down or painted over with new bright colors. Either way, it was shaping up to be a beautiful summer day.

Phineas stood with his hands pressed against the sliding glass door as he looked out at his backyard. The tree across the lawn cast a shadow that made the perfect spot to relax in the shade.

“Summer is sitting with your brother in the backyard under the shade of a big tree.”

Phineas tapped his foot to the familiar tune that his inter-dimensional counterpart had sung upon his visit. He’d never been able to spend much time outside, there had been laws against that kind of thing, but the idea was sounding more and more appealing. Phineas pulled on the collar of his new yellow t-shirt with the lighter yellow stripe across it. It was such a bright color, as were the blue jean shorts and blue sneakers. He never realized there were so many colors that weren’t gray.

Phineas turned around to find his brother, Ferb, walking up behind him. He was also wearing his new “play clothes.” His consisted of a Union Jack t-shirt, blue jeans, and red sneakers. Ferb glances out at the backyard and then looked at his brother, making him clench his fists in front of him as he inhaled sharply with frustration. “I know, Ferb,” Phineas sighed. “It’s the first day of our first summer and where am I? I’m standing in the living room like I always used to do!”

Phineas crossed his arms and frowned with his eyebrows knit. He glanced back at his brother, who stood at his side silently. Phineas relaxed. “You’re right,” he said determinedly. “If we let a little uncertainty keep us from having the best day ever, then the evil Dr. Doofinsmirtz wins!”

Ferb nodded in agreement and put on his dark sunglasses before giving his brother a thumbs-up to signal that he was ready for anything. “That’s the spirit!” Phineas shouted as he swung the glass door open and ran into the yard with his brother close behind him. Phineas blinked in the light and took in a deep breath of fresh air.

For the first time in his life, Phineas had no idea what he was going to do today and that idea was overwhelming. “So, what were the things the other us’s did over the summer?” Phineas asked as he looked over the yard.

“They built a rollercoaster, became one-hit wonders, traveled through time, and traversed the entire globe in a single day. And that was just to name a few things,” Ferb replied evenly.

Phineas blinked as he thought of how ridiculous some of those notions were. After all, weren’t they a little young to circumnavigate the globe? They’d never even left Danville before.

“Why don’t we start with an ice cream cone?” Phineas asked with a smile.

Ferb, as usual, was one step ahead of him as he already pulled a package of ice cream cones out from behind his back along with a gallon of ice cream.

 “Excellent!”Phineas exclaimed. “Hey, where’s Perry?” he then asked nervously. The last time their pet platypus went missing, he’d apparently been captured by an evil scientist and turned into a plat-a-borg; half robotic General of Dr. Doofinsmirtz’s robotic army.

Just then there was the sound of a rocket taking off and the boys looked up to see their pet platypus jetting off the roof of the house. The semi mechanical monotreme saw his owners upon flying over them and saluted before continuing on his way. Phineas now knew that Perry had been a secret agent, but where could he possibly be flying off to when Dr. Doofinsmirtz was locked up in prison?

Characters (C) Disney

Story (C) SuperheroGeek13

Young BBC Sherlcok

"This is really just an idea at this point. I wrote this scene out and I had a vague notion of the plot, but it really needs some polishing before it's ever ready for fanfiction.net or anything. The main idea is that young Sherlock is arrested by Officer Lestarde. So many continuity issues here!" -Casey

“Alright then, Sherlock,” the police officer sighed as he took his seat across from the disgruntled teenager. “What’s the story? I wouldn’t have pegged you for the gangster type.”

The young man glanced about the room, his fingers tapping the small metal table between him and the officer agitatedly. He brushed back his short curly black hair in a subtle attempt to wipe the sweat from his brow. “Why are you working late?” the young man asked at last in a clear deep voice.

The officer held back a smile and replied, “A gang fight over territory usually pushes back everyone’s clock-out time.”

“No, no, no, no, no” the boy protested, shaking his head and shutting his eyes as he rang his hands before his face. “DI Pitts said you could go home nearly an hour ago, why are you still here?”

The officer stared at his suspect indignantly. The boy had been locked up in the interrogation room for nearly an hour with nothing to do except drink a glass of water or stare at his own reflection in the two way mirror. “How…what makes you think that the DI said that?” the officer asked curiously.

“Oh please, we both know you were nearly shot in that gang fight and you’ve been here since seven in the morning,” the boy explained as he clamped the top of his head between his hands and rested his elbows on the table. “Exhausting the only competent officer on his force is hardly a mistake that Pitts would make. So naturally he told you that you could go home, but you’re still here…”

“Do you realize how much trouble you’re in?” the officer said with a knit brow.

Sherlock leaned very far back in his chair and moaned, “I was at the scene and I alerted the police. You have proof of nothing else.”

“Really?” the officer said with a snide expression. “Will that be the case after we do the drug test?”

Sherlock shifted his weight and nearly fell out of his chair, causing a loud scraping noise against the concrete floor. “Yeah, probably,” the boy smarmily replied as he sat up and laid his hands on his lap.

“Was the dealer we arrested last week your supplier?” the officer asked with a real tone of concern. “. I guess you stopped stocking your supply after we raided your house last year, yeah? Is that why you were out on the street when the fight broke out? You were looking for shoes hanging from telephone wires?”

“I just called you competent, Lestrade,” Sherlock scoffed, glaring at the man. “Don’t make me take it back.”

Officer Lestrade looked down at the cup of coffee in his hands while shaking his head. “Alright, well,” he began as he got to his feet again and ran his hand through his black hair in frustration. “I called your folks so you’ll be out of here soon.”

“My parents are both out of town,” Sherlock corrected.

“I know,” the officer breathed as he opened the door. “That’s what your brother said when I talked to him.”

Writer's Block Loki?

Loki's been bugging me for the past year with ideas for fanfics!
After the Thor movie, I wanted to write one about happier times in the brothers' past.

After The Avengers, I came up with a story about Loki falling through the abyss and meeting the Chitauri and becoming general of their army.

Also after The Avengers, I came up with just a conversation between Loki and Agent Coulson that was spiraling into a fanfic.

After Thor: Tales of Asgard, I came up with one about Thor not leaving his brother to stew in his emo/murderous thoughts!

And ideas keep coming and going as I re-watch these films.

Shooing him is obviously not working...

Artwork (C) SuperheroGeek13

This version of Loki (C) Marvel Studios