Fan Fiction - CHERUB/Gone

Megaphones, Missions and Monkeys

AN: Hey! I know it's rare for there to be a Gone/CHERUB fan... BUT I KNOW THEY'RE OUT THERE SOMEWHERE! AND IF THEY ARE, WELL THIS IS FOR YOU GUYS! :P

It is a comedy crossover between CHERUB and Gone and is based when James, Bruce and Kerry are 14 and Lauren is 12 and the beginning of Gone.

"James, Bruce, Kerry, get your skinny butts in my office now," Meryl screamed down the megaphone.

Everyone on the field turned to look at her.

Bruce turned to James. "What the hell have you done now, dude!" Bruce asked.

James threw his hands in the air. "Nothing! Honest!" He saw Lauren run over to him from the other side of the field. She didn't look angry, or even annoyed, which surprised James.

"Come on! It's important!" She was shouting. James looked at her wearily "Oh come on! We've done nothing wrong! Now hurry up, or you will be in trouble!"

And they all sprinted over to where Meryl was standing. James could see she didn't have a scowl on her face, maybe this wasn't that bad after all.

BACK AT THE OFFICE

Meryl sat down in her chair and slumped her hands down on the desk. "Right now, as Lauren has probably told you already, you three are not here because your in trouble. For once..." She motions for them to sit down.

They all find a seat and sit in it.

"We have been tipped of that there are strange mutations occurring in a place in California called Perdido Beach..."

"Woah! You mean like superheroes?" Bruce interrupted excitedly.

"Um...I'm..."

"Shut up Bruce! No one cares!" James retorted. He turned to Meryl. "Seriously though, are there superheroes?" He asked with interest.

Kerry slaps him hard on the arm. "Shut it."

"Yes, very much what she said James. Back to business... we want you on this mission, all four of you, including Lauren. Here are your mission briefings..."

Meryl handed each of them a couple of stapled sheets of paper. "I want you all to memorise whats on these sheets of paper by tonight, that is when the helicopter is leaving. We can't be bothered to change your identities, so you're going as yourselves... any questions?"

All four put up their hands. "Okay, then... off you go then, oh and James... I don't want to hear that you need a new briefing because you dropped it in the loo... so I suggest you read it at your desk."

James looked at if he was going to say something, then, didn't. When they were out in the corridor Bruce walked next to him.

"What was all that about the loo?" he whispered.

"Long story short; I had to dig through the sewage trenches to find my mission briefing again, and by that time I had only five minutes left to learn it."

"Fail!" Bruce teased.

"Hey! In my defense..." James stood there for a couple of seconds with his finger in the air. "Yeah... I got nothing..."

"Sucks to be you!" Bruce pointed out.

"Pack stuff for warm weather guys! It's gonna be hot!" Kerry called.

And they all when their separate ways as they entered their rooms to prepare for their mission.

PERDIDO BEACH

"Hey brah! Wanna go catch a wave?" Quinn asked Sam as they walked together along the road.

"Yeah sure stuff, dude." Sam agreed.

They crossed the road and climbed down the cliffs towards the beach. The sand was golden and warm from the Sun. Sam and Quinn saw many people that they reconised from school, and others, they didn't.

"Hey Sam. You going surfing?" It was Astrid, Sam's girlfriend. She had long blond hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Noooooo. We just wearing wet suits and carrying surf boards for the fun of it!" Sam teased sarcastically.

Astrid smiled. "Don't get smart with me mister!" And she punched him friendly on the arm.

Sam smiled. Quinn stood there watching, awkwardly.

LATER THAT EVENING, ABOUT 400FT ABOVE THE GROUND

"Ok, landing in about 30 seconds guys. I couldn't find a landing port, so I'm dropping you off in the desert. Any objections?" the pilot pointed out.

All four raise their hands.

"Okay then, that's settled, I'm dropping you off in the desert." The pilot then returned to driving the helicopter.

"What!" Bruce exclaimed.

"You really can't get the staff these days, can you!" Lauren quoted.

All of them burst out laughing. Only to be replaced with worried looks as the helicopter shudders and starts to spin widely out of control.

"Shit!" Bruce screamed.

"Bloody hell!" Lauren shrieked.

"Now, no swearing!" Kerry ordered. "I know we're probably gonna plummet to our deaths but at least we'll go with valor and... HOLY MONKEY CRAP! The pilot's gone!" Kerry screamed.

"Way to state the obvious!" James shouted over the many high pitched screams that seemed to be coming form Bruce.

"I lost the swearing battle to a girl again!" Bruce cried. "Why couldn't I have though of holy monkey crap! Why!"

"Ok, guys, grab your bags. We're gonna parachute outta here! Right now!" James ordered.

All of them attached themselves to a parachute, grabbed their luggage and jumped out, one by one. Leaving the helicopter, which was wildly spinning out of control, to do so.

"Owwwwwwwww!"

"Aaaaaaaaaah!"

"SHIT!"

"NO SWEARING!"

And they all land one by one on the desert sand.

Bruce struggled to his feet and dusted off his clothes. "Hey! Is everyone ok? Quite a tough landing, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm bruised, but I'm fine." Lauren replied with certainty.

"Uh huh." Kerry reassured.

"SHIT!" James cried.

"James!" Kerry cut in.

"My leg! I think it's broken!" He let out a pain-filled yelp as he tried to move his leg.

"Okay then! Let's move out!" And Bruce started walking off in a random direction.

Lauren shakes her head disapprovingly. "He really spends too much time in detention around all the staff."

"Shiiiiit!" James whined. "It really hurts!"

"What did I say about swearing!" Kerry moaned.

"Now? Seriously!" James tried to move his leg again but failed. "A little help here!"

Kerry came over to help him up. "You're such a baby, you know that?"

Lauren came over and they both took an arm and helped him limped across the desert to catch up with Bruce.

Little did they know, things here were not at all what they seemed...