Title: Passing Out and Crossing Over

Authors: SleepyMonkey241 and Corrupted Dreams

Disclaimer: We don't own anything, or anyone, except for Mel and Kat. Please don't sue!

Summary: Pirates of the Caribbean/ TFATF crossover (yes, it's possible). On a hot, muggy day in their hometown of LA, nine street racers are mysteriously transported to a different time period to find new loves, new friends, and new enemies. Together, Team Toretto and the cast of POTC embark on an adventure sure to change their lives as well as history!

Feedback: Why yes, we'd love it!

A/N: Hi ho, maties- it's Melanie here, proudly unveiling the beginning of a very exciting, very different, and very funny (we hope!) story! Corrupted Dreams and I have teamed up to bring you a new idea; fresh from our own partially deranged minds.  ^_^; Here's how it'll work: I will be writing all of the odd-numbered chapters, whereas Corrupted Dreams will be in charge of the even-numbered chapters. Easy enough, isn't it?

Oh, and since we're all SO fond of Melanie (from my stories Doing Time and A Time For Vengeance) and Kat (also present in my story, ATV), we're just going to leave them where they are, savvy? That means that all couples are the same as they are in my stories. ^___^ Read on, me hearties!

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Introduction to the Prologue…

In our known universe, there are nine planets and a sun (as well as a bunch of stars and such). One of these planets is Earth, and the Earth revolves around the sun, gathering heat and energy from this giant star. Earth is full of countries and continents, states, provinces, cities, and towns. One of these states is California, and a more specific area would be the city of Los Angeles, where some very peculiar things are about to happen…

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The sun beamed brightly in Los Angeles, California, leaving burns on the people of the city. The bright orb peered into three buildings in particular; DT Auto Shop, Toretto's Market, and the Toretto household.  The people (nine in all) in these three buildings groaned in agony, scratching at the sweat on their necks and then moaning at the pain of scratching at sunburn. They sighed in relief as one single thought passed through all of their heads. Time for a Corona.

Four of these thinkers were named Leon Santos, Vince Black, Letty Rodriguez, and Jesse Lindberg. They were currently drenched in sweat from the wear-and-tear work in the garage. Letty peeled herself away from the sticky car she was fixing in order to grab Coronas for herself and the others.

"Yo, guys! Definitely time for Corona! Come get it!" she yelled as she pried the top off with her bare hands, savoring the icy feel of condensation on her fingertips.

The three men grunted their thanks and sipped on the cold liquid swishing around the cool glass bottle. Their jaws dropped as something other than the buzz of alcohol filled their bodies. There was a strange sensation in each stomach, rather like little lightning bolts going from one organ to another until the shocks were echoing all over their bodies.

"Let, what the hell is this?" Vince coughed, pressing a hand to his gut.

"I- I don't know," she responded as she lay down on the warm floor beneath her.

"Oh, God!" Jesse cried as his left hand began to flicker in and out of existence. Within two seconds, his body had followed his hand and disappeared, leaving Leon to grab thin air in a rescue attempt.

"Where'd Jesse go?" they shouted, trying to grasp what in the hell had just happened. They looked to Leon who lay sobbing in the spot where Jesse had previously been sitting, and watched as his left leg began to turn…began to turn invisible! They all dashed to get their hands on Leon, only to touch thin air.

"LEON!!" cried Letty, huge tears gushing out of her big, black eyes. "Come back!" She hardly finished her scream as she too vanished from sight.

Vince quivered and pulled his knees to his chin, literally scared shitless. He opened his mouth to speak when he realized that he had no mouth, and he was now twirling through the air, soaring in and out of clouds. When he regained some sort composure (at least enough to realize that he was either flying, or dead) he saw that he had landed with a rather large thunk! on a cobblestone street.

His one thought echoed all around his head repeatedly; where the hell am I?

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Through a door on the upstairs floor of the Toretto household, a woman's voice could be heard moaning a man's name. Dominic Toretto gazed at his girlfriend as she giggled the way she always did after making love.

"Dom, I love you," she cooed, smiling wider when he responded with the same words.

Dom flopped on his back as Melanie rolled up to him, placing her head on his chest and swirling her fingers around his stomach.

He growled as he rearranged his body to avert the heat blazing at him through the window.

"What's wrong?" questioned Melanie, not noticing the heat due to Dom's body providing a nice shady spot on it's own.

"It's so damn hot today! I kind of feel bad, keeping the shop open today and all. The guys must be dying of heat," he said, standing up to close the curtains and to grab an unopened bottle of Corona nearby.

"Yeah, but you know them…they're probably all sunbathing and drinking Corona. I doubt that they're working," murmured Melanie, rubbing his shoulders as he sat by her and started drinking. She pulled away when she heard him moan at the feeling of her fingertips on his back, and went to get massage oil. She winced when she heard Dom shout something inconceivable and rushed back to the bedroom.

"Dom, what happen- oh, my God…where the hell is he?"

Melanie skewered the room with her eyes, searching for some hint as to where Dominic had gone. He can't have gone anywhere without his clothes, she thought as she began to stuff one of his shirts and a pair of pants into a backpack, along with socks and shoes. She pulled on a pair of her own jeans, a Lucky Thirteen shirt, and black Saucony's and set off downstairs, grabbing Dom's unfinished beer off the nightstand. She paused mid-step to take a drink from the bottle and continued on, stopping only when she noticed her foot was not hitting the floor below her. She glanced down, expecting to see her foot resting snugly inside a black and white sneaker. She did not expect to see air, which is exactly the description of the sight that greeted her. There was an initial pause as the image took a moment and finally registered as a shriek from Melanie's lungs.

She screamed bloody murder, her voice getting higher and higher, quieting down only when she saw the rest of her body vanish into thin air. From then on, her voice was a high-pitched whistle that could only reach super-sensitive ears.

Fernando started barking from the house next door.

Within seconds, Melanie had disappeared completely, and landed rather unceremoniously on top of Dominic (still wearing boxers and nothing more) in a bustling street in what looked like a town she'd once visited in England a few summers back. She stared down at the cold body below her and sheepishly handed him the backpack, sitting back to let him get up and get dressed.

"Thought you might prefer these to the fashion statements they've got here," she laughed, looking around at the men passing by her wearing tights and wigs. "It looks like someone brought back Colonial Chique!"

"Colonial? Where the fuck are we, Mel?" Dominic growled, helping her up.

"Dom…I don't think it's where, I think it's when…"

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Ex-officer Brian O'Connor flicked at a fly that hummed its way around his face, landing decidedly upon his nose. He'd been sucking down ice cubes all morning in a weak attempt to beat off heat. He lay his head down on the diner counter in front of him, watching as two girls in front of him had a lively discussion on…on…fuck it, it's too hot to care, he thought.

"Mia, get me something to drink, please," he mumbled half-heartedly, sighing in partial relief as a beer was planted in front of him. He drank about half of the bottle and lifted the corners of his mouth in a grin as a strange, cool feeling erupted in his stomach. It felt like little shocks going around all of his organs, but he was too hot to care. Anything other than the heat was a heavenly sensation to him.

Mia pried the bottle out of his hands and drank, offering some to Kat, who was sitting nearby. She gulped down the last few drops and thanked Brian, who was already asleep; lulled by the heat of the afternoon sun and the shocking little bolts of lightning traipsing across his stomach. He sighed as he felt a gust of wind burst through his body, still not noticing that he was now flying through the air, just like Vince had done not too long ago.

When Brian finally woke up to the sound of a large crash, he found himself lying in a bed covered with various silks.  He looked upward to the ceiling and saw that there was a rather large gap in the roof. He let the thought that he was no longer in Toretto's Market sink in as he sat up, taking in his surroundings. Women wearing scant clothing were already climbing up to him and running their fingers through his blonde curls and gasping at his own strange clothes.

"Where am I?" he asked a pretty brunette with long, curly hair.

She tittered girlishly before answering, "Why, you're in one of London's own brothels, guv'na! Is there one of us that you particularly fancy today?"

Brian stared at her like she was crazy and asked again, "Okay, what's going on here? Who are you and why are you dressed like that? It's 2003, for God's sake!"

The girl stared back at Brian with a mirror image of his expression. "My, you must've taken a nasty fall, for certain, m'lord. You fell through our roof and landed in our bed. My name is Lorena, and it is most certainly NOT 2003! Why, it's 1780! I think you have a concussion. Maybe a leech to the forehead will take that away…"

Brian ran for dear life (and blood) out of the building in search of someone familiar, while unbeknownst to him, in another century, Mia and Kat had also just experienced a time shift in their surroundings…

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What do you think? Corrupted Dreams' chapter is up next! R/R!