Crazy Adventures in the Multiverse
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liptonrm_backupAnd, here it is, the continuation of the most self-indulgent thing I've ever actually written. Wherein Erin gets some 'intimate' contact, Heather is even more baffled and they all run for their lives.
Previous Parts can be found here.
Megan had never been overly fond of running. Even when she had gone on the infamous health kick she had restricted herself primarily to walking extremely fast and at the most had indulged in esoteric exercise tapes. For that reason a certain portion of her brain found it endlessly fascinating that she was having no trouble keeping up with Erin and Heather, her more exercise-oriented friends.
Of course, the majority of her brain was in a complete state of panic and was yelling incoherent things like: ‘They’re shooting at you!’ and ‘Crichton’s ass is really attractive’ and ‘Just keep running, just keep running’.
Megan glanced up briefly and noticed Crichton and Aeryn exchange a quick, calculating look. With a nod they veered apart, one ducking to the left and the other weaving to the right. Without thinking Megan ducked under an overhang and instinctively followed Aeryn. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of blonde hair to her right and knew that Heather had come with her.
Everything seemed to be happening in a chaotic blur. One moment they were crouching behind an overturned stall, the next Aeryn was throwing Heather some kind of gun and telling her to keep it pointed at the way they had come and to follow her lead. Megan found herself clutching a knife that she hadn’t even realized she had picked up, watching the street and praying that they would all get out of this alive.
By some quirk of fate, Erin had followed Crichton as he tore around another corner and ran full throttle down an empty alley. Without warning Crichton reached back, pushed Erin towards a wall causing her to stumble and land hard on her knees, turned and shot at something behind them. Erin heard a soft thunk as something hit the ground. She slowly pulled herself up, her knees sore and probably bruised and, as if in a dream, she felt herself turn around and look at what had fallen. Lying still in the street was a man in a Peacekeeper uniform, some soft of rifle extending from his rigid hand and pointed in her general direction.
Slowly she turned and looked up at Crichton. His blue eyes shone brightly in his tense face as he scanned the alley, keeping track of every drip and shadow. He glanced at her briefly and their eyes met and Erin knew, right then, that John Crichton had saved her life. It was an overwhelming thought and adding that on top of the general confusion and terror that had been coursing through her since she woke up in an alley what seemed like an eternity ago prompted her to do something that she had only ever dreamed of.
Before her brain had even had the chance to register the type and nature of the impulse she was indulging in, Erin was on her toes, her hands resting on Crichton’s chest, her mouth inexorably reaching up to him. She was kissing him and it was better then she had ever imagined it could be.
‘What are you doing!’ Her brain belatedly yelled at her, causing Erin to jump back as if she had touched a hot pan. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as they took a moment to stare bemusedly at each other. Then, with a wink and a grin, Crichton holstered his side arm.
“We’d better get to the ship.” Was his only comment as they turned and headed back down the alley at break-neck speed.
Meanwhile, back at the Ranch …
“We need to go now!” Aeryn Sun shouted over the cacophony of laser bolts and screams. She grabbed both girls by the arm and pulled them down a hidden alley, jolting them both out of the shock and memory of the recent firefight and involuntarily switching their minds from ‘fight’ mode to ‘flee.
They ran down the dark alley, heedless of anything except the small sliver of light that gleamed at the other end. Soon they were stumbling out of the dark and into a harsh, bright world. In front of them Megan could see some sort of insect-looking spacecraft and off to her side she saw a familiar figure darting out of another alley.
“Thank goodness.” She muttered, sharing a grateful glance with Heather, as John and Erin came running to meet them.
“They’re not far behind us.” Crichton said to Aeryn by way of greeting. The taller woman nodded tightly and her stride didn’t break. They were all focused intently on the ship and glowering alien that which they were closing in on.
“D’Argo!” Crichton called to the impatient figure “We’re gonna need to make some more room!”
“What are you talking about, John?” D’Argo asked shortly. “Are you thinking about bringing the Peacekeepers with us?”
Both Aeryn and John glanced back towards the city, bewildered. They shared a glance.
“Didn’t we have more people with us?” John asked uncertainly.
“I don’t know.” Aeryn replied evenly, her eyes wide and wary as she scanned the area.
“Just get in the ship.” D’Argo interrupted peevishly. “I knew this was a bad idea from the beginning. Your plans are always frelling awful.” He turned and started climbing his ship’s ramp and with a confused shrug John and Aeryn followed him.
“That was bizarre, even for us.” Crichton commented as the ramp rose behind them.
Elsewhere in the Multiverse …
Heather woke to the sound of someone gagging. She tiredly opened her eyes, the vivid dream she had just had still dancing in her head. What she saw caused her to stumble to her feet, her mouth agape. The sudden realization that she hadn’t been dreaming before and she wasn’t dreaming now leaving her speechless and light-headed. The staircase in front of her was moving and she still had no idea what was going on.
Erin looked over at her from where she was crouched down by Megan, who was once again vomiting in a corner. She grimaced and stood. “How are you doing?” she asked, concerned by the sudden greenish tint to Heather’s complexion.
“The stairs are moving.” Heather said weakly. "And when did you go through puberty in reverse?
"What?!" Erin yelped, looking down at her chest. "What happened to my breasts?"
"Where are we?" Heather asked as she sunk wearily onto the stone floor.
“Hogwarts.” Megan said queasily as she stood up, wiping her mouth on the long sleeve of the robes that she was mysteriously wearing. “I think we’re at Hogwarts.”
“What the hell is going on here?” Heather asked despondently.
Author's Note 1: Just so you all don't kill me dead, here's a little explanation of what is going on. For some reason, our three heroines (and upcoming additions) have come unstuck in time and space. They're now floating through different creative properties trying to figure out what is going on. You can consider this a sort of open-ended serial to which anyone can add a part if they feel so inclined. This way, if anyone wants to go visit a book/tv show/movie which I'm not very well acquainted with (or even one that I am;-) then anyone who so desires can go ahead and write up an adventure, no harm, no foul. These stories are all about having fun.
Author's Note 2: However, I call dibs on writing the Harry Potter portion, as I have ideas in that area. This leads me to ask a question of my leads (Erin, Heather, pay attention!). Since I don't want all of us to be in the same house, what houses would you be amenable to joining? You can pick, or I can pick, whichever you'd prefer.
Previous Parts can be found here.
Megan had never been overly fond of running. Even when she had gone on the infamous health kick she had restricted herself primarily to walking extremely fast and at the most had indulged in esoteric exercise tapes. For that reason a certain portion of her brain found it endlessly fascinating that she was having no trouble keeping up with Erin and Heather, her more exercise-oriented friends.
Of course, the majority of her brain was in a complete state of panic and was yelling incoherent things like: ‘They’re shooting at you!’ and ‘Crichton’s ass is really attractive’ and ‘Just keep running, just keep running’.
Megan glanced up briefly and noticed Crichton and Aeryn exchange a quick, calculating look. With a nod they veered apart, one ducking to the left and the other weaving to the right. Without thinking Megan ducked under an overhang and instinctively followed Aeryn. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of blonde hair to her right and knew that Heather had come with her.
Everything seemed to be happening in a chaotic blur. One moment they were crouching behind an overturned stall, the next Aeryn was throwing Heather some kind of gun and telling her to keep it pointed at the way they had come and to follow her lead. Megan found herself clutching a knife that she hadn’t even realized she had picked up, watching the street and praying that they would all get out of this alive.
By some quirk of fate, Erin had followed Crichton as he tore around another corner and ran full throttle down an empty alley. Without warning Crichton reached back, pushed Erin towards a wall causing her to stumble and land hard on her knees, turned and shot at something behind them. Erin heard a soft thunk as something hit the ground. She slowly pulled herself up, her knees sore and probably bruised and, as if in a dream, she felt herself turn around and look at what had fallen. Lying still in the street was a man in a Peacekeeper uniform, some soft of rifle extending from his rigid hand and pointed in her general direction.
Slowly she turned and looked up at Crichton. His blue eyes shone brightly in his tense face as he scanned the alley, keeping track of every drip and shadow. He glanced at her briefly and their eyes met and Erin knew, right then, that John Crichton had saved her life. It was an overwhelming thought and adding that on top of the general confusion and terror that had been coursing through her since she woke up in an alley what seemed like an eternity ago prompted her to do something that she had only ever dreamed of.
Before her brain had even had the chance to register the type and nature of the impulse she was indulging in, Erin was on her toes, her hands resting on Crichton’s chest, her mouth inexorably reaching up to him. She was kissing him and it was better then she had ever imagined it could be.
‘What are you doing!’ Her brain belatedly yelled at her, causing Erin to jump back as if she had touched a hot pan. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as they took a moment to stare bemusedly at each other. Then, with a wink and a grin, Crichton holstered his side arm.
“We’d better get to the ship.” Was his only comment as they turned and headed back down the alley at break-neck speed.
Meanwhile, back at the Ranch …
“We need to go now!” Aeryn Sun shouted over the cacophony of laser bolts and screams. She grabbed both girls by the arm and pulled them down a hidden alley, jolting them both out of the shock and memory of the recent firefight and involuntarily switching their minds from ‘fight’ mode to ‘flee.
They ran down the dark alley, heedless of anything except the small sliver of light that gleamed at the other end. Soon they were stumbling out of the dark and into a harsh, bright world. In front of them Megan could see some sort of insect-looking spacecraft and off to her side she saw a familiar figure darting out of another alley.
“Thank goodness.” She muttered, sharing a grateful glance with Heather, as John and Erin came running to meet them.
“They’re not far behind us.” Crichton said to Aeryn by way of greeting. The taller woman nodded tightly and her stride didn’t break. They were all focused intently on the ship and glowering alien that which they were closing in on.
“D’Argo!” Crichton called to the impatient figure “We’re gonna need to make some more room!”
“What are you talking about, John?” D’Argo asked shortly. “Are you thinking about bringing the Peacekeepers with us?”
Both Aeryn and John glanced back towards the city, bewildered. They shared a glance.
“Didn’t we have more people with us?” John asked uncertainly.
“I don’t know.” Aeryn replied evenly, her eyes wide and wary as she scanned the area.
“Just get in the ship.” D’Argo interrupted peevishly. “I knew this was a bad idea from the beginning. Your plans are always frelling awful.” He turned and started climbing his ship’s ramp and with a confused shrug John and Aeryn followed him.
“That was bizarre, even for us.” Crichton commented as the ramp rose behind them.
Elsewhere in the Multiverse …
Heather woke to the sound of someone gagging. She tiredly opened her eyes, the vivid dream she had just had still dancing in her head. What she saw caused her to stumble to her feet, her mouth agape. The sudden realization that she hadn’t been dreaming before and she wasn’t dreaming now leaving her speechless and light-headed. The staircase in front of her was moving and she still had no idea what was going on.
Erin looked over at her from where she was crouched down by Megan, who was once again vomiting in a corner. She grimaced and stood. “How are you doing?” she asked, concerned by the sudden greenish tint to Heather’s complexion.
“The stairs are moving.” Heather said weakly. "And when did you go through puberty in reverse?
"What?!" Erin yelped, looking down at her chest. "What happened to my breasts?"
"Where are we?" Heather asked as she sunk wearily onto the stone floor.
“Hogwarts.” Megan said queasily as she stood up, wiping her mouth on the long sleeve of the robes that she was mysteriously wearing. “I think we’re at Hogwarts.”
“What the hell is going on here?” Heather asked despondently.
Author's Note 1: Just so you all don't kill me dead, here's a little explanation of what is going on. For some reason, our three heroines (and upcoming additions) have come unstuck in time and space. They're now floating through different creative properties trying to figure out what is going on. You can consider this a sort of open-ended serial to which anyone can add a part if they feel so inclined. This way, if anyone wants to go visit a book/tv show/movie which I'm not very well acquainted with (or even one that I am;-) then anyone who so desires can go ahead and write up an adventure, no harm, no foul. These stories are all about having fun.
Author's Note 2: However, I call dibs on writing the Harry Potter portion, as I have ideas in that area. This leads me to ask a question of my leads (Erin, Heather, pay attention!). Since I don't want all of us to be in the same house, what houses would you be amenable to joining? You can pick, or I can pick, whichever you'd prefer.
