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Last year, I issued a request for crossover challenges, and wrote snippets for them. I got damn near all of them done (I never finish every challenge for these things, I'm afraid; some of them just don't gel for me) and had a lot of fun. So I'm gonna do another round.
Pick a crossover of fandoms from this list - I'm willing to try a fandom not on the list (no, Alex, not that one), as long as a) I'm familiar with it and b) you can offer a specific thing you're looking for - and you can offer a scenario too, if you want. I might use it, I might use part of it, I might use someone else's instead, I might ignore it altogether, but go ahead and throw one out there.
Supernatural
Buffy
Angel
Les Miserables
Doctor Who
Torchwood
The Sarah Jane Adventures
Dollhouse
Gossip Girl
The Fix
Ultraviolet
Red Dwarf
Pick a crossover of fandoms from this list - I'm willing to try a fandom not on the list (no, Alex, not that one), as long as a) I'm familiar with it and b) you can offer a specific thing you're looking for - and you can offer a scenario too, if you want. I might use it, I might use part of it, I might use someone else's instead, I might ignore it altogether, but go ahead and throw one out there.
Supernatural
Buffy
Angel
Les Miserables
Doctor Who
Torchwood
The Sarah Jane Adventures
Dollhouse
Gossip Girl
The Fix
Ultraviolet
Red Dwarf
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Buuut I decided to do another one anyway.
Grahame hates parties. They're painless enough - all attention on Reed, with Grahame more or less left to his own devices after the token rounds of small talk - but they're a boring waste of time. There are always papers to write, reading to do, and Grahame just barely keeps on top of the double load of his and Reed's schoolwork as it is without losing time to fraternity nonsense.
But they both represent the family, and the Chandler image is key, so if Grahame is invited, then he goes and smiles and pretends to like it.
He's counting the minutes tonight until he can leave without causing too much talking, cataloguing the work waiting for him in the dorm room and organizing his thoughts for the paper he needs to start writing, when someone vaults over the back of the couch his sitting on and lands next to him. Grahame looks up, startled and annoyed.
"Hi." It's no one he's ever seen before. Grahame's immediate impression is of a white smile and perfectly blue eyes. "Jack Harkness." He holds out a hand to shake. Grahame accepts it automatically.
"Grahame Chandler." It has to be in his imagination that Jack Harkness holds on to his hand for an extra second before letting go. Wishful thinking. He glances away before he can start staring. "I don't remember seeing you here before," he says, inane.
Harkness's chuckle is quietly knowing. "I'm new in town."
"What brings you here?" To a party you're twenty years too old for? he doesn't add, because it's almost as rude as the fact that Grahame is scanning the room, not looking at Harkness as they talk.
"Boredom," Harkness says. "I'm looking for someone interesting."
Grahame exhales a short, mirthless laugh. "You've missed your mark, then," he says. He gestures toward Reed and his knot of followers. "That's where the fun is."
"Oh, I don't know." Harkness reaches over and runs his fingers over Grahame's sleeve, following the ironed-in crease. Grahame starts at the touch and looks up at him. Harkness smiles again, softer and more intimate than before. His voice, when he continues, is pitched lower, closer to a murmur. "In my experience, the most interesting people at parties are the ones who can't wait to leave."
He meets Grahame's gaze, his blue eyes so clear that Grahame can't look away from him any more than he could look at him just a moment ago. "You want to leave?"