alt-title: 'Is That a SIG-Sauer P228 In Your Pocket, or Are You Just Happy to See Me?'

Dean had them heading towards Golden Valley on I-93 when the semi and the fighter jet went screaming by, blasting at each other with what looked like laserbeams. That was crazy enough, even before both of them smashed into the overpass and stopped long enough to unfold into giant robots. (Crossover with Transformers)

"All right," Nate says, and smacks his hands together. "Let's go steal a con artist."

"You're not a very good Jedi, are you?" the Sith Lord said. "Oh, excuse me, I am an excellent Jedi," Rodney said.

"I like your bass," says the creepiest fan who has ever managed to get Mikey alone. "It sparkles like danger."

Xander and Willow, meet the Atlantis expedition. Atlantis expedition, meet Xander and Willow.

Oh, sure, riders said that dragons never hurt humans, but had anyone who believed that ever taken a good look at those teeth?

Gibbs sometimes wonders what he did to deserve these morons, but then he looks through the one-way window at three naked and extremely uncomfortable-looking Marines and figures it could be worse.

After the second surgery in New York, Charles doesn’t anticipate anyone keeping vigil by his bedside — and certainly not Tony Stark.

It was the eye patch that caught Spencer's attention. It wasn't that Spencer had never seen an eye patch before, because he had, but generally on men over seventy, and that wasn't really Spencer's thing. Spencer wouldn't have guessed that eye patches were his thing in general, but one look at the guy had Spencer glancing back, shifting himself to be more comfortable in his jeans, so yeah, okay, maybe.

Dean wants to stop the apocalypse, but everyone around him is preoccupied with singing along to the Glee soundtrack.

Arthur, Eames, and Tim Drake, in a Canadian shack. This was started as a series of comment-fills for [personal profile] aphelant, [personal profile] anatsuno and [personal profile] puckling, and continued because I am fucking cold and reading about huddling for warmth makes me feel better. This is a sequel to my Eames/Dick Grayson fic, Walkover. If you are not familiar with Dick Grayson and Tim Drake, you....don't actually need to know that much about them, other than that they were both at one time Robin to Bruce Wayne's Batman. Looks-wise, in my head at least Tim looks like a young JGL, and Dick Grayson looks like Santiago Cabrera (Lancelot in Merlin).

By the time he had teamed up with the one that looked like a very young Tristan, and the one that looked like Bedevere, if Bedevere had been a changeling, or, at least, vaguely fey, he still had not found Merlin.

June as Catwoman.) He steps out of the gloom after she's glared at him for a ten-count. "Catwoman," he says.

"Think you can control me?"

How did Chloe meet Ellen? While Saving Clark from himself.

Gibbs sometimes wonders what he did to deserve these morons, but then he looks through the one-way window at three naked and extremely uncomfortable-looking Marines and figures it could be worse.

"For fuck's sake, Gibbs — is this some kind of exchange program that I don't know about?"