I decided to have a little crossover fun, Angel meets Bones. This is written in screenplay style, rather than prose. I've played around a bit with some actual dialogue from the shows, but the majority is mine and the storyline is original.
This is my first fanfic, so I would really appreciate your comments and suggestions. Some people have suggested they do not like the screenplay style. Should I rewrite it as regular prose?
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"The Vampire in the Lab"
Brennan and the rest of her Jeffersonian team are in Los Angeles at a forensics conference, where they are presenting a paper on a new technique they have developed for identifying a weapon from the marks it leaves on a victim's body. After a long day of seminars, Brennan and Angela are leaving the conference hall...
Angela: Whew, what a day. I didn't know I could be that bored and live through it.
Brennan: I thought Dr. Harris's demonstration was just amazing. If we had the right equipmet at the Jeffersonian, we could--
Angela: Sweetie, no more forensic speak right now, OK? Let's go grab a drink and re-humanize. I told Zack and Hodgins we would call them about dinner later.
Brennan: Glug glug woo hoo?
Angela: You're learning!
They head toward the hotel bar and see Booth coming in the hotel's entrance.
Angela: Hey, tall, dark and carrying a gun, what brings you to LA?
Booth: LAPD called in the FBI to take a look at some local murders with strange circumstances.
Brennan: But why bring you out here, they already have an LA field office.
Booth: Because you're here. They want you to use your new whats-it technique to help them figure out what kind of weapon is being used on these people.
Angela: Can we discuss this over a drink?
They head into the bar and order drinks.
Brennan: So what do you know about the case?
Booth: Cases. Victims were found in abandoned buildings, alleys. Drained of blood and eviscerated.
Angela: Can I just say "ewww"?
Booth: Even stranger, they had these unidentifiable marks on their necks, that's what the bureau wants you to work on, trying to identify the weapon or weapons. They want to see actual forensic analysis done to explain this, since some crazy woman cop named Lockley is going on about the killings being done by demons and vampires. She's been a real pain in th--
Brennan: What does the fact that she's a woman have to do with anything?
Angela: Uh oh.
Booth's pager goes off. He walks into the hallway dialing his cell phone. After a few minutes he returns.
Booth: They just found another victim, they want us at the scene. Look, I need to wait for some local agent to meet me in the lobby...
Brennan: Give us the address, we'll meet you there.
Booth: We can all head over there together...
Angela: No way, we got a convertible! I'm driving...
Booth glares at her as she leaves with Brennan.
Booth (muttering to himself): Why doesn't the bureau ever spring for the decent cars?
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Dusk is settling in as Angela and Brennan arrive at the crime scene. They park next to a black 1967 Plymouth convertible. They spot Booth kneeling over a body and show ID to the uniformed officer to get past the barricade.
Angela: How'd Booth beat us here?
Brennan: Especially since you were driving nearly the speed of sound.
Angela: You say that like it's a bad thing.
Booth gets up and starts talking to a man and woman neither of them recognize.They also don't recognize the long coat Booth is wearing. From behind them they hear
"Special Agent Seeley Booth, and you are?"
The man who had been examining the body turns around. He looks like Booth. Brennan and Angela do a double take. The man and the woman do a double take. Booth and Booth's double do a double take. Maybe it's a quadruple take?
Wesley, Cordelia, Angela (at once): oh my god!
Wesley (quietly, to Angel): Well, your coat is much nicer than his, if it's any consolation.
Cordelia nods vigorously. Angel glares. Booth has a dumbfounded look on his face.
Angela (quietly, to Booth): Yeah, but look at how his hair sticks up! Oooh, I really like that coat he's wearing.
Brennan is quietly studying both men in a scientific, anthroplogical fashion, trying to work out some logical explanation.
Brennan: I've heard about doppelgangers, that someone looking exactly like you exists in this world, and now I have actual empirical proof. This is fascinating! From an anthropological persp--
Booth: Bones, this is some kind of a trick, that's what this is. Who is this joker? Do you have some kind of ID?
Angel: The name's Angel.
Booth: Angel what?
Angel : Just Angel.
Booth (sneers, looks Angel up and down, scoffs at his hair and coat): Sounds like a girl's name. Well, Mr. Just Angel, get out of my crime scene.
From behind Booth...
Kate: Agent Booth, I'm Kate Lockley, LAPD. (She reaches out to shake his hand. Booth rolls his eyes, Brennan glares at him). Dr. Temperance Brennan, right? I'm very pleased to meet you.
Wesley: Temperance Brennan? I'm reading your book!
Kate: Agent Booth, actually, I asked Angel to work with us on this case.
Booth: And why would you do something like that?
Kate: He has some, uh, experience in these matters.
Booth: What "matters"?
Kate: Demons and --
Booth: Don't say it, don't even think it!
Kate: -- vampires
Booth rolls his eyes again.
Booth: Oh, is he some kind of vampire expert, then?
Kate: Well, I guess you could say that. Basically, he is a vampire.
Dramatic and creepy music plays--da da dun!!!
Cordelia (looking around): Did anyone else just hear dramatic and creepy music?
All look at her and roll their eyes.
Cordelia: OK, never mind.
Angela (whispering into Cordy's ear): So, is he single? He's hot, and that vampire stuff doesn't bother me at all, in fact, it's kinda sexy. I'm a huge fan of Anne Rice. And that coat!
Cordelia: He's kinda permanently single. It's a long story involving gypsies. What's the deal with your very Special Agent?
Angela: He's sort of interested in Bones, I mean Brennan; he likes to call her "Bones."
Cordelia: So, basically, he has a Bones jones?
Brennan: I want to see the body. There has to be a logical explanation. This vampire stuff is unbelieveable and unsupported. From a scientific and physiological standpoint no one can actually survive solely on a diet of bl--
Booth (looking a bit naseated): Well, I've never seen anything like that before. That guy is sorta turned inside out. At least there's no blood.
Brennan: I wish I could say that was the worst thing I had seen.
Angela: Let me just repeat "Ewww."
There is something sparkling on the ground next to the body, Cordelia picks some of it up on her fingers.
Cordelia: What is this stuff anyway? It's kinda pretty.
Wesley: It's the bodily excretion of some sort of demon.
Cordelia: No one could have said 'demon poo' before I touched it?
Booth: OK, Dracula, what's your expert vampire opinion on what did this?
Booth eyes Angel's teeth looking for fangs, or maybe a stray drop of blood on his upper lip. Remnants of a blood moustache?
Angel: Well, I've seen demons that eviscerate their victims and the marks on the neck do appear to be from a vampire's fangs, but I've never seen both types of wounds on one victim before. Vampires don't actually eat the flesh of their victims. And don't call me Dracula.
Booth: So how do we know you didn't just get the munchies and go to town here?
Cordelia: He doesn't eat people anymore, he's a good vampire. He has a soul!
Booth rolls his eyes.
Booth: Just because you say it in that definitive tone, does not mean that it means anything to me. You're my number one suspect right now, Lestat.
Brennan: We don't just have a killer on our hands, we have a cannibal-vampire?
Dramatic and creepy music plays again--da da dun!
Fade out.
To be continued