SUPERNATURAL

"Dean," said Cas as they laid in the meadows waiting for Sam, "Lucifer isn't happy with you."

"I know," replied Dean as he turned -facing away from Cas, "Will Sammy be affected"

"I don't know," Cas quietly murmured.

Cas looked to the sky and worried gravely for all three of them. Tomorrow would be the reaping day, a day in which the separate worlds collided to battle in a game of death. A group of 3 from each world would go in together with only the hope of one of them making it through. There were 5 worlds: the Supernatural world in which death always stuck close to them like a piece of fabric straight from the washing dryer, the mundane world that usually lost, Gallifrey the wanders of the world and the new/old folks that could put up a big fight with their magic. The Winchesters, Sam and Dean have avoided each fatal reaping along with their friend, Castiel, the angel of the lord due to the fact that God always chose to save them from the evil wrath of the games. If all goes well tomorrow, God may save them yet again.

SHERLOCK

"JOHN!" Sherlock screamed as he stormed into 221b Baker Street, "I searched around and…" he falted as he saw him curled up with Sarah.

Sarah quickly got off of John and blushed mortified before asking Sherlock what the matter was. Sherlock couldn't respond right away. Without looking at them he murmured, "we're in."

The dull ticking from the monopoly clock could be heard through the silence. Finally John got up and asked, "Are you sure Sherlock?"

Sherlock nodded before continuing on, "the other contenders are Amy Ponds, Rory Williams and the Eleventh Doctor from Gallifrey. In the Supernatural world, are Dean Winchester, his brother, Sam Winchester and an angel named Castiel. Old folk consisted of Arthur Pendragon, his wife Gwen Pendragon and Merlin while the New Age has Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger."

"Do you know any of them?" Sarah asked.

"No, but I do know they have all done great things," Sherlock replied.

As Sarah began to cry, Sherlock turned around to look at John and noticed his heavily, wearied face. With each passing year, John became weaker and weaker. From both their adventures and the physiological effects that kept breaking him from his encounters in the military. Sherlock knew that he would do anything to make sure John would be the winner. However, John being the kind hearted soul he was, would place Sarah before himself even if it meant his life was in danger. The brilliant Sherlock Holmes would have to think of a way to eliminate Sarah so John could go on.

HARRY POTTER

The golden trio stood in front of Albus Dumbledore's office, the headmaster of Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall, their head teacher had instructed them to head directly to his office after dinner. The bushy, brown headed girl, Hermione, knocked smartly on the door. Immediately, the door opened and Dumbledore stood facing away tending his orange redish phoenix, Fawkes.

"Good afternoon, Harry, Hermione, Ron," he said to the trio, "Alas it has always come down to you three, has it not?"

"Sir," Harry began, "I'm not sure what you mean."

"Harry, as you may know, tomorrow is the day the superwhopotmerlock games will have its 56th reaping and it will be the very first one you and your friends will be in. After all, age 16 is the entry form which I'm sure Ronald here knows very well."

Ron flinched as the image of his brother, Fred came back. Fred had been entered in last year along with his girlfriend Angelina and his brother George. George fortunately came back alive after viciously killing another contestant from Gallifrey. However, Fred had perished from the very beginning leaving a bloody mark in all of the Weasleys' bloodline.

Seeing the sorrow in Ron's eyes, Hermione piqued up and said, "But sir, the contestants are randomly drawn in a bowl! How do you know it will be us?"

Tears began to spring up in Dumbledore's eyes. He looked at the three students in front of him and became angry at himself for letting Voldemort win in the war. Oh, how these children so young have already suffered so much! Harry was startled to see such emotions in Dumbledore fore he was usually very calm and collected. He crossed the room to take a blue handkerchief and handed it to Dumledore.

"Thank you Harry," he said, "The contestants are never randomly selected. They are chosen by the head of the capitol…"

Hermione interrupted, "like Voldemort," she darkly said.

"Yes, along with Morgana, the head Dalek, Moriarty and Lucifer," Dumbledore continued unfazed by her interruption, "they choose the contenders that bring on the most trouble to them. It has never been about luck or chance."

"But that's not fair!" Ron cried out.

"We must make the best of it," Dumbledore said sadly, "Now tomorrow, I want you three to wear your best clothes. Looks are just as important as skills in this game. Now off you go and get a full rested sleep, tomorrow will be a long day."

The three of them headed back to their dorms at a loss of words. When they finally reached the common room, Hermione began to cry.

"Ha –Har –Har –Harry," she said in between hiccups, "What are we going to do?"

Harry hugged Hermione not knowing what to say. Ron seeing their exchange made his eyes darken and he left before wishing either of them goodnight.

"Where did Ron go?" Hermione asked after composing herself.

"I'm not sure," Harry replied, "I better check up on him."

"Okay," Hermione said solemnly, "goodnight then."

"Goodnight."

DOCTOR WHO

"Alright, cheery news!" the Doctor beamed.

"Cheery news?" Amy Ponds responded incredibly, "You call that CHEERY news?"

"Yes, yes, we're going to be in a game!" he responded excitedly.

"Doctor," Rory said dumbfounded, "it's a game to the death."

"Right, it will be an adventure!"

Rory and Amy looked at each other stunned. They had expected the Doctor to be worried, scared even angry but never did they expect him to be HAPPY! Having gone through a lot of strange encounters, Amy was able to recompose herself quickly before asking, "So when and where is it?"

"In the most important place of our solar system –the sun!" the Doctor remarked.

"Hey," said Rory to Amy, "We've gone through worse things, right? We'll go through this together, don't you worry."

"Together?" she asked, her face drawn in from worry.

"Together," he calmly said before kissing her forehead.

MERLIN

"Did you really have to summon me now?" a very annoyed Merlin asked the great dragon, "I was in the middle of a very wonderful feast!"

"Meeerlin!" the dragon hissed, "your duty is to guard Arthur not to feast!"

Merlin grumbled and in a snarky tone he said, "There is no reason to protect Arthur anymore! He is safe!"

"SAFE?" the dragon bellowed, "Merlin, have you forgotten the reaping is tomorrow?"

"Is that tomorrow?" an awestruck Merlin asked.

The great dragon groaned. Not once in 2 centuries has anyone been as stupid and careless as Merlin –bless the boy, fore he was young but to know that he might grow up to be the great wizard was frightening. However, the great dragon also knew of another great wizard in the new age; Harry Potter. Unfortunately, that same boy was casted for the same game as Merlin. It would be a great loss for both their worlds to suffer from the loss of these boys. Morgana had finally escaped their confined cell and joined forces with the other evils of the worlds; Voldemort, the lead Dalek, Moriarty and Lucifer the devil. He knew she would find a way to place Arthur's name into the bowl to be reaped.

"But sir," Merlin said interrupting the dragons' thought, "Arthur has never been chosen before. Why now?"

"BECAUSE MORGANA HAS ESCAPED YOU FOOL! SHE IS APART OF THE GREAT ALLEGIANCE AND SHE WILL DO ANYTHING TO MAKE ARTHUR SUFFER!"

There was a pause as Merlin took this in. He knew the rules, did anything he could to make the people casted from his world to win but he knew even with his power, he could do little to influence the game. With the reality that he might lose his best friend to such a terrible game, Merlin broke down.

With a condescending tone, the dragon lowered his neck to be at eye level with Merlin.

"Son," he breathed heavily, "all hope is not lost. You'll be going with Arthur along with Gwen as from the beginning you three have declared each other to be a group. You must protect Arthur with all the power you have."

"So, does that mean I am meant to die?" Merlin whispered quietly.

The dragon turned away before answering with a soft yes.