Eight very brief CSI:NY crossovers
May. 11th, 2007 05:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbard1. Ocean's Eleven.
"You want to knock over a casino," Flack says, because it's always good to have these things made clear.
Danny shakes his head.
"You don't want to knock over a casino," Flack says.
"No," Danny says, and points. "I want to knock over that casino."
2. Star Wars (prequels).
Danny and Flack stop yelling at each other to watch the HoloNet broadcast Stella's pulled up, and when she turns it off Flack collapses onto the floor, short-clipped head cradled in his hands.
Danny feels like he couldn't breathe if his life depended on it and all he can think is Mac Mac Mac over and over again in a never-ending litany.
3. Drive.
Flack leans over and shoves the passenger side door open as Danny comes down the stairs of his apartment building. "You wanna do something cool during this suspension, Messer?" he says cheerfully.
4. Firefly.
Flack fists his hands in Danny's shirt and throws him up against the nearest wall, carefully to miss the broken equipment that's still throwing out sparks all over the place. Lindsay'd be pissed if he messed up something she's working.
"What the hell did you bring on my ship!" he barks, directly into Danny's ear, and the stranger winces, turning his face away. He looks back with the kind of stiffness that's forced.
5. The Mummy.
At least, Danny thinks grimly, stumbling down dirty, dusty floors that haven't been walked in millennia, Flack can shoot things, for all he doesn't appreciate history. Right now he's glad for all of that, because Flack can shoot the history that's made mincemeat out of God knows how many of their companions.
6. Dark Angel.
"This isn't the way I wanted you to find out," Danny says, still breathing hard -- not from exertion, because he's barely worked up a sweat, but because of the thrill of fighting.
Flack is staring at him, uninjured hand pressed to a spot on his side where Danny can smell blood, burnt flesh, burnt fabric -- things that he thinks might be broken. "Did you want me to find out?" he says eventually, the words badly strained at the edges.
"Not really," Danny admits, but goes to help Flack anyway.
7. Stargate Atlantis.
"You must be thrilled," Danny says earnestly.
"Shut up, Messer," Flack hisses.
"I mean, you've finally got an excuse to use your top-secret Navy skills."
"Seriously, Messer, you're going to get us killed before I manage to get us not-killed."
Danny sits back and cracks his knuckles. "Only in Pegasus," he says, and Flack kicks him before turning back to the village elder.
8. X-Men.
"This wasn't in the guidebook," Danny says, pushing up his glasses so he can rub at his eyes with the palm of his hand. He keeps his eyes shut until he feels his glasses settle back down on the bridge of his nose and then he looks at Flack through rose quartz.
"Tell me about it," Flack sighs, shifting his shoulders, and bits of loose feathers tilt down from his shoulders. He's molting again, as if a strange mutant in the mansion isn't the least of their problems.
Also: AP U.S. History test is over. Two down, one to go!
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Date: 2007-05-12 04:49 am (UTC)um. imma go DIE A LOVELY HAPPY DEATH now at the thought of some of these. because flack and danny on an illegal cross-country road race? or in the pegasus galaxy? or on serenity, or with mutations, or with genetic enhancements or ANY OF THIS?
it's so exciting that i cannot even use the shift key because i am typing to quickly to bother with such trivial details. omg i'm gonna go to bed and have a happy dream of csi: ny crossoverness tonight.
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Date: 2007-05-12 10:25 pm (UTC)Death is bad. Don't die!
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Date: 2007-05-12 04:58 am (UTC)If you made that Dark Angel one into something more, I'd read it. *smiles innocently*
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Date: 2007-05-12 10:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-05-12 10:38 pm (UTC)