Crossover fic ideas

[wellinghall]

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

Comments

[inamac.livejournal.com]

I'm sure that someone must have done Sharpe/Austen - after all, her heroines are rather obsessed with men in uniform.

Goes to look.

[findabair.livejournal.com]

I love A and B! (Haven't read any Sharpe yet, but it's on my list, and when Patrick O'Brian can do Jane Austen at sea so brilliantly, then why not Sharpe + Austen? :D )

[el-staplador.livejournal.com]

Well then, off you go ;-)

[asklepia.livejournal.com]

Oh, B sounds very attractive ... if I had the time I would definitely be trying my hand at that.

[segh.livejournal.com]

Can't I do Hornblower and Austen? I don't know Sharpe.

[bunn.livejournal.com]

Do you think Smiley and Bond would really work in the same story? My feeling is that in any story containing Smiley, it would be hard to show Bond as anything but a cardboard cutout. ...

[muninnhuginn]

For C, I can imagine the terrifying prospect of Mrs Smiley getting her claws into 007 whilst George looks on miserably.

[gramarye1971]

I'm still working on the logistics of #4, just so you know. ^_^

[malaheed.livejournal.com]

Bond sat in the chair. He wasnt tied down. There were no henchmen. No one stood over him with guns and somehow that kept him stiller than any rope or laser cutter could. The lighting was rather dim, not at all ideal for showing him at his best.

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."