Disclaimer: Don't own either show. One's WB and one's Fox. I think.
A/N: Oh, I know I've got a ton of other fics on the go and if you read this you may detect a disturbing trend in my Creek fics. Maybe one day I'll write a nice and simple P/J for you all. Anyway, another crossover, you work out what show. And I hope, at some point, to continue this and my other fics.
Prologue
Sometimes when he stared at himself in the mirror he couldn't comprehend what he saw there. He'd trace high cheekbones, full lips and a smooth forehead, his fingertips barely brushing his skin. He felt the feel of muscle under his skin, coiled power waiting for a time he would need it again. He felt the way his chest would rise with each breath, place his fingers over a pulse point, feel the steady, comforting beat that never faltered.
He knew all that. Scientifically, biologically. He could name each body part, with common and with Latin. He knew how to move his body so he looked graceful or he looked gangly.
But he couldn't comprehend what he saw when he looked in the mirror and looked at his eyes. The eyes are the window to the soul. He couldn't remember where he'd read that, though he knew a moment's thought would give him the answer. But he couldn't work out what his soul was. Who his soul was.
He'd been given to many names for it to mean anything anymore.
494. Alec. CJ.
Too many names all for one face.
Continue?