HK: Here's chapter two!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Doctor Who or Sherlock

WARNINGS! Sherlock being an ass, Rory and John being freakishly similar (seriously, look a picture at the two of them side by side), Sam and Dean

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Amy and Rory had a reasonably pleasant flight out of London. They would never be able to afford First Class, but there was an accident at the check in desk and Amy had managed to wrangle a free upgrade out of it.

It often came as a shock to people who wrote her off as just another pretty face that she had a will of steel. Rory had never flown first class before. Discounting his travels with the Doctor, he had only left Leadworth to go to college.

Of course, soaring around time and space with an alien inside a space ship should have left him feeling blasé about more mundane forms of travel, like aeroplanes, but as they found their seats he found himself unable to keep a nervous but excited smile from his face. He had never flown before… Beside him Amy giggled, shaking her head.

"Look at you. You're like a little kid!" She, of course, was completely comfortable. It took more than air travel to excite Amy Pond! Rory gave her a confused half-smile half-glare.

"I've never flown before, okay?" He stowed Amy's purse (and he never thought he'd see the day when his wife carried a purse) in the overhead compartment before sitting beside her. She leaned in conspiratorially.

"Yeah, but after all that time in the TARDIS, this is a bit dull isn't it?" Although she was quite impressed with how much space they had. She had taken a quick peek behind the curtain, and was eternally grateful that they'd got an upgrade. Rory seemed to be thinking along the same lines as he smiled at her, squeezing her hand.

"But this is first class, Amy. First class! I never thought I'd be sitting here!" A few seats over a tall skinny man with curly black hair and extremely prominent cheekbones made a disdainful sound. A flicker of irritation crossed Amy's face and she leaned around her husband.

"You got a problem, mate?" The fact that anyone had butted into their conversation in first class was surprising, but Amy was going to deal with it the same way she dealt with it anywhere. Aggressively. He turned and smirked at her, revealing his startlingly blue eyes.

"Oh, not at all. Do continue to gabble for the rest of the flight about how you've "gone up in the world". Honestly, this far into your marriage shouldn't you be over this newly wed drivel?" He actually turned himself more comfortably in his seat, sweeping a disparaging gaze over Amy and Rory. This made the shorter, kinda cute man next to him take notice. He shifted around as well, frowning at the man.

"Shut it, will you?" He gave Amy and Rory apologetic smiles. "Sorry if he's bothering you. He's cranky." The pale young man in question gave his friend an affronted look, but both Amy and Rory were too busy staring at the man to notice. Amy leaned in towards Rory, whispering in his ear.

"Rory… he looks like your dad!" She was unable to take her eyes off the man. Rory was having a hard time looking away as well. The man really did look a lot like Rory's dad used to when he was younger. He looked like Rory would in a few years. Being time travellers, the two were naturally suspicious. Rory leaned his arm on the seat, giving his possible older self a confused smile.

"Hello, do I know you at all?" The man looked a little surprised by the question.

"I don't think so…" He didn't seem to have noticed the resemblance. Amy nudged Rory.

"Maybe we're getting a bit over excited, eh? Going off on an adventure and all."

"Oh dear god." All three of them turned back to the pale young man, who looked like he was about to start beating his head off the seat in front of them. Amy's brow creased in annoyance.

"What's your problem? Did Mummy not put you down for your nap today?" Rory put his arm around his wife, hoping to calm her down.

"I'm sorry about her…" At about the same time, the man who looked like an older version of him put a hand on Sherlock's arm, giving Rory an apologetic smile.

"Don't listen to him…" And in perfect unison, Amy and the dark haired young man turned to their respective partners.

"Don't apologize for me!" There was an awkward pause. Amy broke it with a sigh and a small smile.

"Look, we're going to be stuck here together for the next eight hours, if we can't get along we can at least keep to ourselves." The black haired man seemed to agree to her, but Rory and his older version shared a look.

"There's no need for that, Ames…"

"There's no reason we can't get along." There was another quiet moment, which was once again broken by the redhead when she giggled.

"Okay guys, that's weird. You can stop that any time." The dark haired man rolled his eyes, sitting back in his seat.

"Yes John, do try to shut up." John, aka Rory's older clone, gave his friend a short glare, but Amy had noticed something. Sitting up further, she frowned enquiringly at John.

"John? Hang on a sec, you do look familiar… not John Watson?" She tugged her red hair back behind her ear impatiently. Sometimes she really wanted to get it cut. Never enough to actually do anything about it, but still. John frowned at her, a little confused.

"Yes actually. Have we met?" He was beginning to wonder about that now himself. He seemed to have too much in common with the young man for it to just be a coincidence. To his surprise, the girl giggled.

"No, I recognised you from your photographs. The ones you put on your blog? "This is me, this is Sherlock"? I'm a big fan." The black haired young man, who of course had to be Sherlock, groaned and actually did bang his head against the heel of his hand.

"I might have known. And let me guess, now we have to talk about it all the way to California?" His tone was weary, and he really didn't want to be asked about the bloody solar system.

Why did everyone get hung up on that part? It wasn't like the solar system was important. To his surprise though, the redhead didn't respond with anger like she had every other one of his comments. This time she merely giggled.

"Actually I was just going to ask why you two were going to California? Shouldn't you be busy solving crimes?" Even Amy found it a little odd how willing she was to forgive his snarky comments once she knew who he was. It really did make a world of difference. Sherlock gave her a baleful glare.

"Yes, I should. In that ridiculous hat, obviously." Perhaps he was being a little impatient. Helping Mycroft left him a little irritable. The wait to get on the plane hadn't helped. Either way, he wasn't exactly in the mood to play well with others. John noticed, and gave him a reproving frown. He responded to Amy though.

"We're just going on vacation. Need a little time away from London what with all the excitement lately. Why are you two going?" Amy and Rory exchanged glances, and Rory answered, taking Amy's hand in his.

"We're going to meet up with a friend. It's been a while since we last saw him, but we're pretty sure he's waiting for us in San Francisco." The rest of the flight was spent doing exactly what Sherlock hadn't wanted to do; discussing John's blog. At least they didn't go on about the solar system.

At the airport, they went their separate ways. John and Sherlock were picked up by one of Mycroft's friends in a suitably anonymous black car, while the Ponds went to find a taxi. They didn't imagine that they would see each other again.

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Sam and Dean Winchester arrived in San Francisco at about eleven at night, and all they could think about was sleep. They had driven for at least 12 hours to get there after all. They checked into a small, rundown motel on the edge of town, and Dean was too tired to even hit on the pretty redhead who came to check in just as they got their keys.

Good thing too, since the slightly nervous looking man that followed her in had "husband" written all over him. It was a good night for the Winchester boys; they managed to get ten hours of sleep between them. When Dean screamed himself awake, Sam was already up sitting at the table with two coffees and a bag of doughnuts. Glancing at his brother, he waved one of the coffees.

"Hey. Want your java?" He was already half finished his. He had been up since two in the morning. Sam didn't exactly sleep well since he had left Hell. Neither had Dean, really. Both of the brothers had been very surprised when, mere hours after Sam had jumped into the pit, the younger Winchester appeared in the back seat of the Impala, Lucifer free and confused.

But nothing seemed to be wrong, and after Castiel had denied any knowledge they figured that it must have been God. With Gabriel dead, they couldn't think of anyone else who might have the juice to save Sam. Still, a few hours translated to days in Hell. In the cage, no less. Dean was quite sure that Sam's nightmares were quite a bit worse than his.

The little brother he had gotten back wasn't the same brother he had left. In true Winchester fashion, they were doing their best to ignore it. Dean took the coffee, taking a big gulp and pretending he couldn't see the deep bags under Sam's eyes.

"Yeah, thanks. So, make any headway on what we're facing here, geek boy?" Dean gave his brother a half-hearted smirk, trying to erase the last visions of his own nightmare. It was a recurring favourite, Alastair's torture rack. And the ten year old girl whose only crime had been to miss church.

Sam rolled his eyes at the nickname, but didn't bother to pick a fight over it. He knew what Dean was trying not to think about.

"Actually I have. It's nothing to do with angels or demons for a change. I don't think it's a ghost either. I'm gonna have to see the victims before I can tell you what it was though." Sam tried not to look at his brother as Dean rolled out of bed, landing gracelessly on the floor with a loud smack.

"Sounds like a plan. Give me a minute to get dressed and we'll go." Dean hauled himself up, groping around on his bed for his FBI shirt. Maybe he should sleep a few more hours a night.

Or just not tuck himself in with vodka. The alcohol had served its purpose though; he had managed almost a full six hours before the nightmares came.

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HK: Man Sam and Dean are angsty… don't worry they'll cheer up! I wish…