Title: Crackpots

Author: Kithara1013

Rating: T

Genre: Crossover

Shows: The Sentinel, Stargate: SG-1, Dead Zone, Monk, possibly Numb3rs if I can ever figure it out

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. Please don't sue

Summary: Things get a little crazy in San Francisco when "random" events happen and friendships form.

Where this takes place in the shows:

DZ: After Cold Hard Truth, before Season 3 finale

Sentinel: After TSbyBS. Blair is a cop

SG-1: Post s7 premiere/pre-Atlantis

Monk: Before Sharona leaves.

Johnny yawned as he made his way to the door. He grimaced slightly as his hip twinged. He had been a lot better recently; however sometimes after a day of extreme movement he was sore. Shrugging it off, he opened the door to see Bruce's grinning face.

"Morning John."

Johnny grinned. "Bruce," he said then started moving to the kitchen.

Bruce followed Johnny, closing the door behind him. "How're you doin' my man?"

Johnny went to the island and continued chopping peppers for breakfast. "Can't complain. Want some?"

"Weeeell, I wouldn't want to impose… but since you're offering, sure." Bruce sat down on a stool. "Oh yeah, here's the paper." He set it down on the counter.

"Thanks," Johnny said. He took the peppers and put them in the pan to start frying. "So what's on the agenda today?"

"Well first we're gonna eat your food. Then we're gonna exercise."

"Exercise?" Johnny added the egg into the pan then looked at Bruce. "I'm fine. I don't need to exercise, I exercise enough," he scolded, shaking his spatula at Bruce.

Bruce snorted. "Walking to that piece of junk you call a car is not exercise. That's called lazy."

Johnny took some cheese and added it to the omelets. "I am not lazy. I'm just busy."

"Doing what? Watching Friends? Well Friends is over. No more excuses."

"Yeah yeah, whatever." He placed an omelet in front of Bruce. "Here, eat before I take it away. And pass me the front page."

Proud with his victory, Bruce picked up the paper and handed him the requested section with a flourish.

Johnny grabbed it and glanced at the headline, then froze. His fork dropped from his hand but he didn't notice it as he focused on the paper, the headline and the pictures.

"John? Earth to psychic man, what is it?" Johnny jerked and looked up at Bruce who had gotten up to stand next to Johnny. "Did you have a vision?"

Johnny nodded. "Yeah." He looked at the headline again. Price Hike on Public Transportation.

"So?" Bruce gestured, "What was it?"

Johnny swallowed. "I saw my death."

"So, let me get this straight," Bruce said as he buckled his seat belt. "You saw a newspaper headline proclaiming your death-"

"And the death of 3 other people," Johnny interrupted.

"A total of 4 people. In San Francisco. And now we're flying there?"

Johnny looked at Bruce. "What do you want me to do? Let those other people die?" The plane began to accelerate down the runway.

"No," Bruce said. "But you couldn't call them or something? You have to fly to your doom?"

"That's morbid. Besides, you didn't have to come."

"Yes I did." Bruce smirked. "Someone has to make sure you don't get your fool ass killed."

"Ah, sunny California. And am I here with a beautiful woman at my side?" Bruce looked at Johnny.

"Ha ha," Johnny said. They stopped in front of a curb and looked around.

"So genius, now what?"

Johnny mentally shrugged but continued looking around. "Hey Bruce, got any change?"

Bruce nodded. "Yeah, 'course I do." He pulled some coins out of his pocket and handed it to John.

"Thanks, man." He put the change into the newspaper machine and pulled out a newspaper, holding it in front of his face.

(Hopefully this will be continued. You can read on to see what happens next if you like)