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This fic is going to be a series of one-shots. Characters will interact, but almost always only a few characters per oneshot. Most chapters will have only one one-shot, this chapter is an exception. Chapters can be 100-word-drabbles or a story of 10,000 words, or anything between. If you want, you can just skip over parts with characters you don't know.
Description:
"Allen, Barry!"
"Gryffindor!"
"Arkangel, Gabriel!"
"Slytherin!"
"Caffrey, Neal!"
"Hufflepuff!"
"Di Angelo, Nico!"
"Slytherin!"
"Emerson, Merlin!"
"Hufflepuff!"
"Fowl, Artemis!"
"Slytherin!"
"Grady, Grubitsch!"
"Ravenclaw!"
"Grayson, Richard!"
"Slytherin!"
"Maron, Jordan!"
"Ravenclaw!"
"Overland, Jackson!"
"Gryffindor!"
"Shan, Darren!"
"Hufflepuff!"
"Stilinski, Mortimer!"
"Ravenclaw!"
"Treaty, Will!"
"Gryffindor!"
These 13 students will make life complicated for teachers and other students alike, all keeping their own little secrets, and make their own destiny.
Story:
Gabriel wondered what the hell was going on. Last thing he remembered he was getting stabbed with the fake angel blade he created - not exactly a fun experience. Apparently he made it too good, because it had still hurt like a motherfucker. Gabriel honestly thought he was going to die. Maybe he did die, because there was no other way to explain how he ended up in daddamn London in his vessel's eleven year old body!
Of course, changing age wasn't hard at all for any Angel, but it was a bit worrying that anyone could mess with an Archangel's vessel. Also, his vessel was supposed to be destroyed. He felt it being destroyed when he was dying, as his Grace exiting the vessel automatically destroyed it. (gabriel kept his mind on the practicalities, if only to forget the rest)
It became more worrying when he discovered he couldn't get out of his vessel.
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Richard 'Dick' Grayson was not having a good day. It was the first year anniversary after his best friend's death, and this morning he had woken up in the middle of nowhere, Britain! It was hours before he finally found civilisation after roaming around in the wilderness. Not to mention he was somehow eleven again. Sometimes he hated life.
He went over his possibilities again. Time travel? Not likely, he had transported not only in time but in space too. Magic? Maybe..
Well, it could have been worse. At least he still had his clothes. Hell, he even had his utility belt!
Dick smiled absently at a bypassing Londoner. He had decided to go to London when he woke up in the middle of a forest, because he had been in the large city several times before.
It had been easy to call a taxi when he had reached a road, and for once Dick was grateful Bruce made him learn all the taxi codes of the world and keep money in his utility belt.
Of course, he was suddenly a whole lot less optimistic when a bird pooped on his shoulder. And then dropped a letter on his face.
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Neal George Caffrey was contemplating life.
That didn't happen very often. Most of his time was spent either thinking out action plans, painting or pondering a new case. Or just not thinking at all. He wasn't really the philosophical type. But this rare occurrence had a very good reason. Neal was wondering how on Earth he was back in his eleven year old body.
He didn't think there was a scientific explanation for this, at least not one known. There had to be some other way that this happened.
He looked up, becoming aware of the people staring at him. He didn't blame them, after all he would look too if he saw a skinny eleven-year-old sitting on a random sidewalk in London staring into nothingness. Neal knew he should take a walk or something, he didn't want someone to call 911 after all.
Neal paused. Why didn't he want someone to call 911? He could find Peter and Mozzie and work something out. It was better than living on the streets in England of all places, right? But he had a nagging feeling that he should wait.
Suddenly taking a stroll seemed logical. He didn't want someone to call 911, after all.
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Artemis Fowl the Second was rich. He was also a genius, and an ally of the People, and recently brought back from death. Those are all facts one could say about Artemis. What one could also say, is that he was currently very much lost.
Which he was very much not supposed to be. It made no logical sense. He had woken up that morning in a forest, and immediately recognized it, of course. It would have been hard not to recognize it, considering the fact that he had seen it every time he looked out of the window of his study the past few years. In fact, according to the coördinates he had pulled up on his wristwatch, the only direction Artemis had moved since he had fallen asleep in his office chair early that morning was exactly 4.821 meters down.
However, disregarding for a moment /how/ he had ended up there, instead of being in the entrance hall like one would expect(the entrance hall being right beneath Artemis' study) he had woken up in the mud and leaves, miraculously eleven years of age once more, with no sign that Fowl Manor had ever existed.
Artemis narrowed his eyes as his attention was diverted from the problem and, for whatever reason, pulled to the urge to go to London. He had had that strange urge since he woke up, and no explanation for it except he just /had/ to get to London. Obviously, something was trying to mess with his mind and lead him into a trap.
Fairy magic? That was one of the many possibilities. Artemis' hand went to the pocket of the 'jeans' his mother made him wear. (Of course, he had only agreed because she seemed so hopeful, putting on a pleading face when she had asked. Besides, he had reasoned when he hesitantly agreed, he was in his own home, and could change at any time.)
As expected, the communicator that he always had with him had disappeared. After all, no self-respecting kidnapper would have left him with any means of communication.
He merely sighed and decided to make the trek to London and see what the kidnapper wanted. Then he thought about his decision and was disappointed in himself for thinking such a thing. 'Trek'? He was not going to walk from Ireland to London! Artemis turned on his heel and resolutely began to walk in the direction of the nearest town, already calculating the probability of 'convincing' the townsfolk to get him transport.
And now he was lost. The town he was aiming for didn't seem to be in the same place as yesterday, if it even still existed. The possibilities of this being either some kind of alternate universe or illusion were increasing every second now, considering the small bit of extra pressure that indicated either a miniscule change in gravity or light hallucinatory drugs-
"Hey kid, need some help?"
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Barry Allen ran through the wormhole in the basement of Star Labs, face-planted into a wall at full speed, and stumbled back, clutching his face. "Aargghhh... That hurt." He brushed the blood from cuts on his face and his -already healing- broken nose out of his eyes and looked at the hole in the wall, grimacing. He was surprised that he hadn't gone through the wall, at the speed he had been going at. Actually, he was surprised he had even made it through the wormhole in the first place. He hadn't expected it to work so easily. He looked around. Instead of the basement of Star Labs, like he subconsciously expected, he was in an abandoned alleyway behind a stack of crates. He glanced out of the alley and saw normal traffic, although something felt off. He ignored it, because I'm on a different earth, he reasoned, of course something feels off. "Well, now I can go back and tell Jay that he can go home! One less problem to deal..." Barry trailed off when he turned around to go back through the wormhole. Instead of the blue-grayish distortion of air he had expected to see, there was only a second wall, identical to the wall he smashed into except for the lack of hole. Barry looked around, beginning to panic a bit, but only saw a completely normal alley, no wormhole in sight. "Oh great." He groaned, sitting down with his head in his hands. "I'm stuck on Earth-2 now. Just my luck."
It was a few hours later and Barry had finally found the library he had been searching for. When he had stepped out of the alley and looked closer at the traffic and the people walking by, the first thing he had realized that the cars drove on the wrong side of the road. The next thing was that he was in Britain. It had taken his brain a moment to process the giant sign saying 'GLASGOW CENTRAL-3' and he had absently wondered if the 3 stood for miles before the realization crashed down. He had somehow ended up in Scotland.
He had been searching for a library to find a computer to figure out which way west was. Or more specifically, Central City.
He entered the Glasgow Library and sighed in relief when he saw a row of computers to the right.
He quickly walked to the nearest one, and searched 'Central City, America'. He strolled down, vaguely annoyed at the 'City of Central' results. No, they were not the same, thank you very much. Frustrated with his lack of findings, he decided to just search the list of cities in the US.
Carolina, Puerto Rico
Carrollton, Texas
Cary, North Carolina
Cedar Rapids, Iowa
Chandler, Arizona
Wait. Central City wasn't on the list? Barry frowned. His city was fairly big, definitely on par with Gotham and maybe a little smaller than Metropolis. It should have been mentioned.
Unless it didn't exist. Barry face-palmed at his obliviousness. Dr. Stein had told them there would be differences. He hadn't expected it to be an entire city difference, but obviously he had underestimated parallel universes. Now aware of his mistake, Barry searched another phrase: The Flash. If he could find out which city Jay lived in, he'd probably find Zoom there too. And hopefully some more wormholes.
When the search turned up empty he realized that something was very, very wrong.
This wasn't Earth-2, was it?
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Nico Di Angelo scowled. He'd been doing that a lot lately, but this time the scowl wasn't directed at the Stoll brothers or at a monster that was trying to kill him. It was just directed at life in general.
And at the Fates. Especially at the Fates.
He'd been having a great day(better than most days recently, because he had only had two nightmares the whole week and had just won a Capture the Flag against the Hunters-it was now 54-2) until someone decided to ruin it by somehow redirecting his shadow travel to Britain. Freakin' Britain of all places! They couldn't force him to go to Bolivia, or Canada or some other place that wasn't halfway across the world.
As it was, he was lucky to have survived the trip, much less the aftermath. His powers had been slowly becoming less damaging and life-endangering-for himself at least, to his enemies he was just as deadly-, but it still took all his concentration to not sink through the pavement he Shadow Traveled onto, although he didn't manage to prevent getting run through by a car. He supposed he was lucky he wasn't corporeal at that point, but he found that for some reason it was really hard to feel grateful after getting transported to his near death.
Nico groaned, sinking half through the pavement when he tried to sit down on the sidewalk, but feeling himself slowly becoming corporeal again.
Which was amazing, since he usually took days to recover from a small trip, let alone a forced travel at this distance. He frowned lightly as a feeling of /not quite right/ washed over him. Something felt off. It was like the feeling you get when everything on your desk is moved a tiny bit to the right, and you don't notice it, but you notice that something's wrong.
Who, or what, could have forced Nico to shadow travel? Finding he could feel the pavement again, he began walking as he thought, trying to stay in the sunlight. What was their goal? To get him alone, unable to contact anyone for fear of fading? Maybe another god wanted to send him on a quest? It happened occasionally, but most gods spoke to Nico directly instead of forcing him to go somewhere with no idea what to do or even a hint. Besides, poor Percy was send on far more quests, up to twice a week. As if he hadn't done enough for the Olympians.
If any god was desperate enough to send a demigod to the other side of the planet, they would have chosen Percy.
"Hello kid, are you alright?"
Nico whipped around, his hand on his sword-which, he noted with a bit of relief, was still there- and found an elderly man looking at him with concern. His hand relaxed a bit and he dropped it down to his side. "I'm not a kid." He bit out, a little harsher than he ment to. He felt irrational anger welling up in him. Confused, he forced himself to calm down. What was with him today?
"Excuse me," The man said with an apologetic expression. "I'm sure you understand my concern, as it is not every day a young lad like you wanders the streets of London alone."
"My parents are close by." He quickly said, willing the man to just walk on. Which he did, luckily, after smiling at Nico.
Young lad? Sure, he was a bit small for his age, but he was fifteen, and was just hitting a growth spurt. Surely he couldn't look that young.
He looked down at himself, blinked, at took a double take. His eleven year old body stayed his eleven year body.
"What the fuck?!" He said loudly, making a middle aged woman that was passing by look at him scandalized.
The first thought that shot into his head after the usual string of Italian, Greek and Roman curses was, damnit, I have to go through all those years of training again.
And also puberty.
"拉屎。"
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Merlin took a sip of golden flower tea in the Hall of Concepts, yelping when the scalding hot tea burned his tongue. Fate looked up from her book and laughed at him. Of course, he did the mature thing and stuck out his tongue.
Her face quickly became serious and she walked over. Merlin was surprised; usually Fate just left him be. This must be something important.
"What's wrong?" He asked, slightly concerned by the worried look on her face.
"Try to sense it, Magic." So he did, muttering "I told you, call me Merlin." to Fate. He searched for something out of place in the universe, and when that didn't work he searched the multiverse. There!
"Why is there a group of universes out of balance?" Merlin opened his eyes, looking worried now too.
"Yeah, that's what I want to find out. Can you please go there and take a look or sixteen?" Fate practically begged.
"But Fate, you know Concepts can't interfere with the universe, except for their original influence. How would I go about doing that?" He asked. She smiled triumphantly, apparently proud of her plan, in response.
"Well, I had a thought." Merlin smirked at the age-old joke, as Thought gave them an annoyed look from across the Hall. For some reason Thought was incredibly annoyed by hearing his name mentioned, which Fate and Magic used to irritate him. It's how they became besties, actually.
"I will block your memories of being a concept for a small amount of time. Funny thing is, if you don't remember being a concept, the universe doesn't recognize that you shouldn't be interfering." She stated smiling.
"Well, if I don't have my memories, I won't know how to sense balance, would I?" Merlin pointed out.
"Of course you would. You learned that long before you were accepted as a Concept, you just didn't recognize it." She assured him. "Also, this thing will last for one to twenty years. Are you prepared to take on a job that takes up so much time?"
"Of course. What better thing is there to do?" He answered absently, thinking things over. "How much of my memory would you block?"
"Everything on from the year before you were recognized as a Concept, however everything you learned in those years would still be known to you, you just won't know how you learned them." Fate replied, already knowing her friend was going to do it.
"Convenient. Well, better get on with it then." Merlin replied smiling calmly. After existing for so long there was no use in hesitating.
A moment later, a young boy sat up in an alley in London, rubbing his head.
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The first thing Grubitsch 'Grubbs' Grady realized when he woke up was how bright it was. The second thing was that he just woke up.
What?
He wasn't supposed to be able to wake up, as he was literally unable to sleep.
He felt inside himself for the Kah Gash and was relieved to sense it still there and connecting him with Kernel and Bec. At least they could continue building the universe, as the Kah Gash was whole and connected.
But that didn't awnser any of his questions. Why was he able to sleep? He had tried before, when he had gotten bored of making trees, but didn't even feel tired, much less drift off. He supposed a hit over the head would do it, but the Kah Gash would warn him at the very least.
As he stood up he noticed he was in some kind of city, the outskirts if the empty street was anything to go by. Why was the universe so developed? Even though he, Kernel and Bec had made good progress they were nowhere near this point when he had last seen them.
Had he been asleep so long, or was something else going on? Grubbs focused on the connection between the three of them and noticed that it felt like there was a lot of distance between them. Way more than there should be.
Kernel? Bec?
Grubbs. The exasperated voice of Kernel came into his mind, but Grubbs could hear a bit of relief too. What have you done now?
Hey! Why do you always accuse me of doing something? He protested.
Because most of the time you have done it. Bec's voice tuned in. Also, why did your voice change?
What do you mean, my voice... Oh.
What? Bec asked.
I think we might have a problem. He answered, staring at his reflection in the puddle he so conveniently found. Kernel and Bec were both silent, waiting for him to explain.
My body is eleven years old.
What? Bec sounded dumbfounded.
How is that even possible without your consent? Kernel asked frowning. While, as much as you can frown in your mind.
What happened while I was gone? Grubbs asked, contemplating.
While you were gone? Well, nothing. You've only been gone for a few hours at most.
Hours? But how is the world so advanced then? There are huge cities here!
You're on Earth? Kernel asked surprised.
Well, right now, I'm very much doubting that it's the Earth we know. Grubbs murmured. If I'm on an advanced Earth, while you guys are still looking at the early evoluation of humanity. He paused for a moment. You are still at the same evolutionary state, right?
Yep. And it looks like we're going to be here for a while. Kernel sighed.
Without the full power of the Kah-Gash we won't be able to continue maintaining Earth. We would have to, 'pause' the universe. Bec agreed.
I may have something for... Grubbs paused, concentrating, then smirked in satisfaction.
Ha! It works!
Bec and Kernel both gasped as they felt the Kah-Gash restore the flow of nature. How did you do that?! Bec somehow managed to sound awed, confused and fascinated all at the same time.
Mad skillz.
Grubbs smirked. As I was saying before we got totally sidetracked, if I'm really in some sort of Alternate Universe or whatever, I need to find the person who brought me here and why. That could take a while, especially considering that my power is limited due to the power I'm using to keep our Earth stable.
The other two didn't answer, but Grubbs got the impression that they had nodded.
He looked around again. Some people on the sidewalk gave him a strange look and hurried on. Grubbs suspected he'd get that a lot, staring into the distance glassy-eyed as he was.
I am definitely not in Kansas anymore.
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Jack Frost whooped as the wind carried him over a forest. The Man in the Moon was looking down at him. Young Jack seemed so happy here, but Manny knew balance had to be restored.
That day, the wind blew Jack over another forest.
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Darren Shan was mourning his decision to stay a half-vampire as he panted. He had been running for hours now, over rocky ground and through forests, but his followers just wouldn't give up. He was amazed by their perseverance; any other person wouldn't have been able to keep up with a vampire, even if he was half human.
Well, he had been amazed. Now he was terrified. The blood rushing through his ears made it hard to think, and the only thing keeping him going was adrenaline, as he was tiring more and more. With a terrible feeling of inevitability he realized he would be killed by these people. His lungs burned, and he was starting to see black spots in his vision. Darren barely felt himself fall over and hit the ground with a thud, and the last thing he heard befor his vision went black was a gruff voice shouting, "Got him! A bit weak, but it'll do. I just hope Hagrid won't cuddle this one as if it's sentient, this thing'll turn him in a second."
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Jordan Maron was trying to figure out what the crap had happened.
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Will Treaty was in the future.
At least, that's what he assumed. He could be in the past too, as he was somehow eleven years old again, but he'd classified that as a minor issue in this situation.
He'd woken up on the edge of a forest, looking at a hard road made of some sort of smooth black gravel. Occasionally things that looked a bit like carriages raced by at impossible speeds, and Will could swear he saw people inside.
He was incredibly confused. At first he'd considered it being one of Malcolm's tricks, but then he had decided even Malcolm couldn't pull this off.
Where did all the woodland animals go? He hadn't heard anything but some birds since he had woken, and he was in a forest. Had mammals gone extinct in this weird future?
Most of all, what was he going to do?
All his items were gone, although he still had his clothes and silver leaf. He could make a new bow and arrows, of course, but it would take time and materials Will didn't have.
An owl flew overhead, and he absently wondered just how far into the future he was, that owls weren't nocturnal anymore.
It would take him a while to notice the letter dropped next to him.
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Stiles Stilinski was on the verge of freaking out.
He'd woken up in his fox form in an unfamiliar forest, hearing shouts and barks terrifyingly close, and instinctively ran for his life.
Now he was hiding in a hole, shaking in fear and hoping to any supernatural deities that he wasn't caught by what sounded like a fox hunt.
He took a second to quietly breathe, rapidly thinking the situation over. For some reason he had been feeling much more emotional than usual, and when he looked down at his paws and saw them much tinier than he was used to.
He was a cub again.
Breathe, Stiles, no having panic attacks while being hunted. Breathe Goddammit!
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
Sure, it explained why his emotions were all over the place, but it also called up a loooot more questions.
Stiles' fur was soaked from running into a river in attempt to get the hounds off his scent. He shivered, but sighed in relief when he heard the barks get more distant. It must have worked then.
Then he slapped himself metaphorically.
He should have just shifted back to human as soon as he heard the hunt.
After making absolutely sure that the hunt wasn't anywhere near his hiding place, he crawled out of the hole and shifted back...
Into an eleven year old.
"Goddammit!"
Okay, there's no way I can find a beta for the many many crossovers in this story, so does somebody want to beta? Pleaaaaase? *puppy dog eyes*