Day 66: Crossing Over

mooncross recently corrupted me into watching Supernatural because she wanted to fling plotbunnies at me have someone to discuss the show with. But I often get confused because there's a Sam in all three fandoms I'm messing in - Tolkien (Sam Gamgee), Stargate (Sam Carter) and Supernatural (Sam Winchester).

(Not to mention that mooncross is owned by Sam-the-cat. We once had a conversation where mooncross referred to the cat and I was trying to work out what fandom she was talking about.... *facepalm*)

Anyway, all that is a long winded way to introduce a drabble written in response to mooncross's challenge to write a Sam-Sam-Sam crossover.

Day 66

Crossing Over

"Look, not that we don't appreciate the help, but we can handle it from here."

"Excuse me, ma'am, but whatever freaky aliens you've met, we've more experience of the kind of hellspawn you find here on ear–"

Sam Winchester fell silent as Colonel Carter raised her hand, then gestured for him to circle round.

A rustle in the grass. Sam pounced, scuffled, and finally hauled the small creature upright by its collar. "What the–?" He exchanged puzzled glances with Carter.

"See here!" The dwarf – no, Hobbit: the word arrived unexpectedly in Sam's head – bristled angrily. "Can't a tired traveller rest?"

Crazy triple crossover drabble

So, mooncross recently corrupted me into watching Supernatural (see lovely new LJ icon courtesy of the talented ileliberte) because she wanted to fling plotbunnies at me have someone to discuss the show with. But I often get confused because there's a Sam in all three fandoms I'm messing in - Tolkien (Sam Gamgee), Stargate (Sam Carter) and Supernatural (Sam Winchester).

(Not to mention that mooncross is owned by Sam-the-cat. We once had a conversation where mooncross referred to the cat and I was trying to work out what fandom she was talking about.... *facepalm*)

Anyway, all that is a long winded way to introduce a drabble written in response to mooncross's challenge to write a Sam-Sam-Sam crossover.

Crossing Over

"Look, not that we don't appreciate the help, but we can handle it from here."

"Excuse me, ma'am, but whatever freaky aliens you've met, we've more experience of the kind of hellspawn you find here on ear–"

Sam Winchester fell silent as Colonel Carter raised her hand, then gestured for him to circle round.

A rustle in the grass. Sam pounced, scuffled, and finally hauled the small creature upright by its collar. "What the–?" He exchanged puzzled glances with Carter.

"See here!" The dwarf – no, Hobbit: the word arrived unexpectedly in Sam's head – bristled angrily. "Can't a tired traveller rest?"