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wellinghall) wrote2009-01-12 09:06 am
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Crossover fic ideas
From this post:
http://wellinghall.livejournal.com/447404.html
2. In the 1970s, an investigation being conducted by Superintendent Dalziel and Sergeant Pascoe encroaches onto UNIT territory. The presence of the third doctor is essential; that of an assistant is optional.
4. In the mid-1920s, JRR Tolkien, CS Lewis, Anthony Eden and Alec-Douglas Home find themselves having dinner together in Oxford. Fictional characters who were also in Oxford at the time may be introduced.
And:
A. A Sir Gawain story as written by Jane Austen
B. For that matter, Richard Sharpe, while back in England, gets mixed up in a Jane Austen story!
C. James Bond intrudes on one of George Smiley's operations
http://wellinghall.livejournal.com/447404.html
2. In the 1970s, an investigation being conducted by Superintendent Dalziel and Sergeant Pascoe encroaches onto UNIT territory. The presence of the third doctor is essential; that of an assistant is optional.
4. In the mid-1920s, JRR Tolkien, CS Lewis, Anthony Eden and Alec-Douglas Home find themselves having dinner together in Oxford. Fictional characters who were also in Oxford at the time may be introduced.
And:
A. A Sir Gawain story as written by Jane Austen
B. For that matter, Richard Sharpe, while back in England, gets mixed up in a Jane Austen story!
C. James Bond intrudes on one of George Smiley's operations
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Goes to look.
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There is a reason I have that 'die plotbunny' icon ;-)
I may have to do a post on the Problem With Crossovers at some stage.
Adds to 'to do' list.
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At least the man sat across the table was old enough to be a villian. But Bond couldnt help feeling that the old man wasnt taking it seriously. He didnt have a white cat. He didnt have some midget henchman. There wasnt even a beautfiul assistant that he could charm.
The old man picked up a plain white tea cup, slowly sipped some tea. Tea! Bond was willing to bet it was stirred not shaken.
"Ah Mister Bond." The old man began, "So good of you to join me." This at least, Bond felt, was more like it.
"Do your worst. I'll never tell you!" Bond used his eyebrow to signal that he really meant it.
"Indeed?" The old man replied in a soft tone."Well if that's the way you feel about it there isnt anything more to be said." He put down the tea cup with a cold porclin clank.
"Are you going to torture me?" Demanded Bond.
"Torture?" The old man sat back in his chair," goodness me no. But I'm going to disallow your expenses claim."
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(Edit: Really, if he'd filled out the forms properly instead of submitting a handful of torn and scorched receipts and a few notes written on the back of a cocktail napkin in bright red lipstick....)
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I think it would be funnier if they had to work together and Bond starts to do a smash and grab of something, while George blandly observes, outwits, and walks away with the information package that their opponent was trying to hide.
And then Bond meets George's wife.
:D