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The friendship between somebody who works at the SGC and somebody who works at NORAD. NORAD thinks that SGC works at a job that's similar to his/hers: highly classified desk work at the Mountain, with the only excitement occasional drills. But eventually NORAD starts to notice that there's something weird about SGC, or at least about SGC's job...:P

Somewhere along the way, there's a paperwork SNAFU, and despite regulations against family members serving under each other, Winona Kirk ends up serving on the Enterprise under the son she abandoned years ago.

Somehow, the original Stargate translation team manages to open the "Doorway to heaven" without Daniel, and avoid killing the Abydonians (AKA, everything goes more or less the way it did in canon, but with even more translation problems--maybe the military people are really good at Charades, or something). And then they head out into the galaxy to fight the Goa'uld, but with tons of comedy moments because their translators aren't Daniel, or even Daniel-trained.

Semi!sentient Hogwarts realizes that they're at war and vulnerable. To increase security, she starts requiring passwords to be changed every 90 days and contain at least one number, one capital letter, and one lowercase letter, and be at least 8 characters long.

Some time after they've parted on bad terms, Duncan finds one of Methos's old diaries. Remembering how many times Methos had intruded on him and trying to get a petty little bit of revenge, he sets about trying to read the diary. It's not as easy as it sounds: Methos switches between languages when he feels like it (and engages in polyglottal wordplay along the way), and Duncan doesn't know most of them, so he has to go out and learn them. Well...it's not like he doesn't have time, so that's what he does for a few lifetimes (and ends up making a reputation for himself). And when he can translate enough of it, he finds that the diary is essentially a list of Methos's regrets. Many of them are cryptic to Duncan, because Methos doesn't need to describe the whole situation to himself, and Duncan doesn't recognize what referents Methos did write down. Others are multi-page rants/essays. Some of them, Duncan can figure out that they're fictional; others, he knew enough beforehand to know that they're real.

Whichever Highlander movie in which they're aliens, but Methos won the Game, not Connor. Which is a bit more interesting now that I think about it: he'd still create the Dome, because he wants to keep Earth habitable, but other than that...I can't really see Methos being all "yay! Now I'll grow old!" as his Prize. So he'd still be young, and he'd still be living, and maybe a part of that group who broke in to check on the ozone...

Atlantis University thinkiness

They go in thinking that it'll be a long time before contact is reestablished, and act accordingly. Which means that from the beginning they know that they need more than just the expedition members and relatively easily combine with the Athosians. Politics means that not only the scientists are from multiple countries, the military are too. To simplify things a little bit, they rename the mass of them (so they're not marines or air force anymore) and make them do lots of training together to make sure they have skills and can understand each other (English speaking is a requirement, but depending on a foreign language in the middle of a battle? Best not to do it without lots of practice) which also helps clarify the chain of command and find personality clashes. Scientists do at least some training with the military, and stay at the same place with them for the duration of the long training even though theirs is shorter, to find issues *there*.

Shawn Spencer is a go-with-the-flow kind of guy. So when Lassiter misinterprets one of his visions/antics as a come-on and accepts, he goes with the flow. And he's used to relationships collapsing, getting dumped after a few weeks; so much so, that he's extremely confused when Lassiter doesn't break up with him, and doesn't break up with him, and doesn't break up with him...until Shawn finally gets used to it. And then he does. And Shawn has to figure out how to win him back, when he's only just realized what he had.

Muggleborns are quietly fed love potions targeted at purebloods and halfbloods, until they have their first pureblood child. By that point, the love potion has long-lasting effects on most of the muggleborns. For those who break free, they can get a divorce...but their spouse would basically get to keep everything, because a muggleborn is obviously less capable, etc. And the wizarding world hates divorce, so good luck finding or keeping a job in the wizarding world as the muggleborn instigator of a divorce.

Girl!Dexter. Her gender is just another reason Harry adopts her, but despite the statistics she still becomes a serial killer.

Although they're all adult and responsible now, Hermione's parents were the pranksters of their school growing up, and to be honest they're a bit disappointed that Hermione's so rule-abiding. But then she's falsely accused of a prank (or her parents think she's pulled off a prank, anyway), and instead of blowing up at her they're proud of her.

You know what plotline would translate well into the Harry Potter-verse? Oedipus Rex. There's a prophecy that he'll kill his dad and marry his mom (or maybe sister), so they curse him and abandon him in the muggle world. His dad...is a Death Eater, maybe? The wizarding world doesn't have the "marry wife of dead king to become the king" thing, though, so that'd have to be fiddled with. Maybe with the marriage law trope?

Of course Methos recognizes Andrew Wiggin as Ender--he's certainly got enough experience to recognize children once they've grown up. But whatever the Speaker for the Dead wrote, and whatever orders Congress gives him, he was on Earth throughout the war, and he won't do anything against the man who ended it.

(I guess he's captain of a ship that was at the planet when Ender got in trouble...gah, it's been so long since I've reread that I don't remember exactly how it went)

Halfway through Fred and George's first year, the Hogwarts professors got together and collectively decided to evaluate their performance not on their schoolwork, because they were deliberately doing worse on it than their pranks showed that they were, but rather on their pranks. And also they started pranking the twins, so inspire them to higher levels of competency and teach them new things (because they'd research everything that was done to them).

From a dream I had. Jane and his wife were Immortals in a world where immortality was known to the world. There's some sort of drug for Immortals that suppresses the buzz and I think makes it look like they heal at a normal speed, although they still heal quickly from anything too bad. Mortals *really* prefer for Immortals to take the drug [but why?], and a lot of them do, but any Immortal who's been around for a while is pretty creeped out by the buzz thing. Not sure whether Jane and Mrs. Jane took the drugs before, but he definitely doesn't afterwards.

Maybe the drug makes it possible (though not easy) for them to have children?

New Experiences

Methos slouched a bit deeper on his couch. What more could he ask for, than a good beer and a book he hadn't read yet? Maybe it wasn't what most people would agree was good literature...okay, that was a bit of an understatement: it was the literary equivalent of Plan 9 From Outer Space, without a Mystery Science Theater 3000 episode dedicated to it. But he had a certain irrational fondness for such literary ephemera; some day not too far in the future, he would be the only person who remembered it, the same as he'd be the only person who remembered the mortals he met. Good, bad, or indifferent, he loved all of them, even the ones he didn't particularly like.

The ability to genuinely like life and everything about it was, he was convinced, the most important thing for living as long as Immortals could. He couldn't count Cassandra as truly living, merely surviving, and the rest of the Immortals with multiple millennia under their belts enjoyed the world and their lives, even if it wasn't necessarily in a way that others approved of. Today Methos was enjoying a book and a beer. Tomorrow...who knew what he'd be enjoying? There was a whole world full of possibilities out there.

Tap. Tap. Taptap. Normally he wouldn't have taken any notice of the sound, having lived in a number of houses with trees close enough to tap on the windows (or, more often, the walls). But this house didn't have any trees around it. He looked up and had to wonder if his beer had gone bad, because there in broad daylight was an owl, looking at him as if it was a cat that had decided that it was time to come inside and was wondering why he hadn't read its mind and already opened the door—or in this case, window. He decided to indulge its odd behavior. This was just a vacation house; nothing in it was important enough for him to care if an owl destroyed it.
Methos opened the window with all the reverence due to any animal that acted like a cat. To his amusement, the owl took it as its due and flew in to land neatly on the back of one of the kitchen chairs before it raised one of its legs towards him, displaying what looked like a scroll of paper.

A messenger owl? Now he really had seen everything. He wasn't sure he would have braved the talons and beak if he'd been mortal—but then, if he'd been mortal, he likely wouldn't have ever seen an owl tear apart its prey before, and developed a healthy respect for its destructive capability. But he was Immortal, so the worst he had to worry about was a few years spent growing back a finger or two. And the owl did seem docile, or at least domesticated. He took the scroll without incident. It unrolled a bit once it wasn't tied anymore, and he saw that it wasn't a scroll, but an envelope.

Mr A. Pierson
The Yellow Room
19 North Hill Road
Swansea

The address probably should have made Methos feel like somebody was watching him—the house has three bedrooms; how did the person who addressed the letter know which one he was staying in this time?—but the owl accomplished that just fine on his own, with the way it was staring at him. Right...it was a cat in the body of an owl, which had somehow been convinced to deliver mail.

"Would you like something to eat?" he asked. "I believe I have some dormice." The owl sat up straighter and, if it was even possible, stared at him even harder. He pulled out the cage of mice, already mourning their loss. And he'd just re-found the recipe, too...

With the owl happily engaged, he turned his attention to the letter. Parchment wasn't something that was used much these days. Green ink, an owl...the plot thickened. He cracked open the wax seal and read the letter.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr Pierson,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

A grin spread across Methos's face as excitement grew within him. Here was something he'd never done before, or even heard of. Magic school! He could hardly wait.

Unknown to Lily, Petunia, Vernon, or Marge, Lily was adopted into the Evans family from the Dursley family as a baby. When Harry's young, Vernon finds out and that changes things because yeah, Harry's a freak, but he's a Dursley, and family is everything to Dursleys.

Clan MacLeod-Anne 1

Anne should be at the hospital, she knew. The situation out there was sure to be bad and getting worse, and that meant that the hospitals needed every pair of hands they could get, before their ability to do much good went away. Sure, the medicine would still be good after the apocalypse, and many of the diagnostic methods didn't depend upon electronics, but how many of those medicines were made locally, without machines being involved in the process? It wouldn't be the dark ages, or even the 1800s, but still, doctors wouldn't be much good after their supplies were gone.

But she could do good now, she knew that. She could save lives that were in danger now, not at some theoretical future time. But she felt frozen, unable to do anything, even leave the house for a few hours. She'd held Mary until she'd gotten bored and squirmed away to go and play, aware of what was happening but not yet old enough to be interested in "boring adult stuff" for long. But while Mary might not be having a problem (yet), Anne wasn't handling the news well. How could she? She didn't have the first idea of how to handle even the knowledge, much less the situation itself.

The phone rang, and she almost jumped at the sound. "Hello?" she said tentatively.

"Anne."

"Duncan!" she exclaimed, tears prickling at her eyes. "Oh, thank God. Thank God." There'd been a time in her life when she'd sworn that she'd never act like this, like a woman in a romance novel, dependent on a man for everything as if she couldn't do anything for herself. But already she couldn't handle the new world, and it wasn't even here yet. And Duncan was four hundred years old; he'd know what to do.

"Anne," he said, "I need you to calm down. It's not as bad as you think it is." He sounds so confident of that fact that she's pulled upright by the force of his voice, the tears drying on her cheeks. "We have a plan. Here's what I need you to do…"

Clan MacLeod: Joe 1

Seven days. That's all they get to prepare for the apocalypse.

Maybe that sounds overly dramatic. After all, the world will still be there, and all the people on it. They even know about it in advance, so nobody's going to die when their plane loses all power. But all their electronics, everything that makes the modern world so modern—that's all going to be useless, fried by Earth's own electromagnetic field.

The science is out there for anybody who really wants to know. But there's only a week left before the apocalypse, and most people have better things to care about than science.

The Watchers are, fortunately, better-prepared for this than most other organizations. Until very recently, being out of contact for years at a stretch wasn't just common, it had been the norm, and even in the 21st century they weren't always able to remain in constant contact. Thank God for slow-moving bureaucracy; every Watcher still knows the traditional protocols for acting on their own, although they're sending out a refresher email just to be sure that nobody's forgotten anything since they went to the Academy. The Diaries are, of course, always written first on paper; they'll be safe from this disaster.

Joe's spending his last days of phone and internet making contact with the Watchers he's in charge of, making sure that they know where their nearest coworkers are. He may still nominally be in charge of North America, but from now on everybody's going to have to do a lot more for themselves.

Duncan, Amanda, and Adam have a plan. He doesn't know what it is, and normally that'd have him worried; he's seen their plans in the past. But this time? This time he'll trust them, without a single question. Adam ferreted away the Diaries with six days left until the apocalypse. Amanda brings large crates to the bar, where they're loaded onto a semi for Duncan to drive into the night.

All three of them act like the bar's a stop on the Underground Railroad, constantly bringing people in until sending them to their next destination. Joe recognizes some of them: people that at least one of the three likes, or at least doesn't hate outright.

Already, the city's mood is turning nasty. There's no food left in the stores, and often not much of anything else, either: whether it'll be useful, or somebody just wants one before there aren't any left, everything manufactured is a hot commodity. Once the transportation's gone, there won't be any way to survive in the city, and everybody there knows it.

The Immortals haven't tried to talk him into leaving; in fact, haven't said much to him at all, always busy with their plan. It makes him wonder: after all, they're taking all of their other friends and acquaintances out of the city, taking them away from all of this to protect them. But even Mac hasn't tried to talk him into leaving.

It's easy to fall into despair when the world's ending and you know it. And not only was the world ending, but Joe was all alone most of the time, with the Immortals having abandoned him to work on their plan and save others. Maybe he wasn't as good a friend to them as he'd thought, if they'd save casual acquaintances before him. Maybe they were doing the smart thing and not wasting their scarce resources on a cripple—what good would he be to them, anyway? Even if he could hobble around now, his legs wouldn't last forever, and somehow he didn't think that making things wheelchair accessible would be a priority, after the apocalypse.

Time slipped through his hands like water, as he devoted himself to what will no doubt be his last deeds on this world. He won't be there, not for anybody; the least he could do was make sure that his last actions would do somebody some good.

It was the last day before the Immortals finally come to tell him that they were leaving him behind. He should feel insulted that they thought that he was stupid enough that he hadn't caught on yet, but he couldn't manage to gather enough energy or ill-will to make the last words he speaks to his friends be harsh ones.

"Joe…" Amanda said. "We have to leave now if we don't want to have to walk part of the way."

Joe started to say something, but Duncan was faster than he was. "We've packed all of your belongings already, so all we need is you."

"And yes, I found your hiding place," Adam chimed in.

It took a moment for that to sink in. "I thought you were leaving me behind," he confessed.

"Why would you think that?" Duncan asked, genuine confusion in his voice.

"None of you have said more than two words to me this past week, about your plans or otherwise. You've been moving people through here like it's Grand Central, and haven't said word one to me about leaving. And with these legs…"

"Joe," Adam said, "you are more than just your legs. We didn't have to think twice about you coming, because you're our friend and because you're a valuable resource. We didn't say anything to you because we respect the work you've been doing, and thought that you already knew that you were coming."

It should be a crime to feel this good with the apocalypse less than 12 hours away, but what could go wrong, living in a post-apocalyptic community led by the three of them? He smiled and planted his legs and cane firmly on the ground. "All right, what are we waiting for?" They left the bar and didn't look back.

In his free time, Anderson is a superhero (I'm thinking a Superman analogue, but whatever floats your boat), which naturally makes him sleep-deprived and distracted, and maybe it's hard for him to tell what humans can and can't see/notice. Sherlock knows he's a superhero, but doesn't see that as an excuse or even a reason for his behavior. He doesn't say anything about it because it's so obvious that it's boring--Anderson doesn't even wear a mask, for crying out loud! ...Nobody else realizes that Anderson's the superhero.

Worst-case scenario for a sex pollen type scenario: it's not a pollen, but a virus which mutates very rapidly, so it can be caught again and no cure can be developed. And it gets transmitted as easily as the common cold, maybe has an incubation or contagious but no symptoms period. Obviously would require lots of research about disease transmission.

Back in the day, Methos was Egeria's host and the catalyst for her change of heart. Post-Horsemen, even though that means changing the date that they rode, so he knows the temptation and appeal of power and has gotten over it. So they Tok'Ra around for a while, then get caught, Methos "killed", Egeria imprisoned. Fast forward to the present; for some reason, Methos is with SG-1 when they find Egeria.

Dexter Peggy Sue: Dexter wakes up back as a child/teenager (before Harry died), with all of his experience with life and killing. Not to mention years of seeing and getting advice from hallucination!Harry, which doubtless does not match up entirely with what real!Harry would say. And experience pretending to be a normal person. And, you know, the fact that killing animals won't cut it anymore.

In the myth of Er, Odysseus decides to become reincarnated as an ordinary person. So...what if that ordinary person is John Watson?

So, one day God says to Joan, "I need you to change your name/get a really good fake ID and go to Miami." The name on her ID is Lumen Pierce.

Methos was in Grantville when the ring of fire happened, either with or without the others (this could be done with almost any immortal, but if I did it I'd do it with Methos; Duncan would be less interesting because in 1632 he was still a baby Immortal...okay, that might be interesting, too). And he knows that younger!Methos is going to come to Grantville, as well as probably a shitload of other immortals, because it's interesting and completely new. But what's he going to do, leave the only real civilization that exists?

Sometime before he meets John, one of sherlock's experiments goes horribly wrong and now he's a zombie. Those body parts? Not (just) for experiments. And he doesn't eat a lot of normal food because it does nothing for him. Nobody knows except Mycroft. But then, somebody finds evidence that he eats the body parts.

Theseus runs around, defeating bad guys by turning their own tricks back on them. So does Jarod. So...what if Theseus was a Pretender?

So, I just read a very short X-Men/Highlander crossover where Joe was a mutant. Which would be really interesting to explore more in-depth.