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THIS IS AMASSIVE CROSSOVER FIC (ALL FANDOMS ARE LISTED AT THE END) BUT YOU DON'T REALLY HAVE TO KNOW THE FANDOMS TO UNDERSTAND WHAT IS HAPPENING!
NO SPOILERS! NO SPOILERS! NO SPOILERS!
Once upon a time, there was a House.
It was a relatively normal looking house; the bricks were red-brown, the roof tiled in black. It was two stories, a little white veranda winding around the houses front, an overhang covering it from the weather.
The grass was green and unkempt, but not overgrown. Flowers dotted the ground, the owners seeming to not care for garden beds. A big tree sat on the centre of the left garden, its bark dark and rough and leaves ever green and spread wide.
The path leading to the front door was made up of white stones as big as dinner plates, uneven from being removed so many times.
By the path was a well-worn track from where someone had neglected the path and choose to instead walk on the grass.
The front steps were three in number and although thick and sturdy, squeaked in protest when stepped on.
The front door was plain and black, the simple word House written in golden letters were a number should be.
Inside the wallpaper is odd; no wall has matching paper and doesn't continue in the same pattern for very long.
The hallway is the only room with the same wallpaper, covered in realistic trees that tower past the ceiling, dark shadows hiding behind them and tigers snarling from the dark. As you walk, the tigers seem to dance, stalking between the tightly woven trees. But when you stop, the wallpaper seems to have never moved.
The lounge room is made up of a TV, a coffee table and multiple couch chairs and a large lounge as well as a fire place. The window shows a view of the front garden, white curtains fluttering in the breeze through the open window.
The chairs a well-worn, leather wearing and colour fading.
On the far wall from the door is a fireplace, an umbrella leaning against it.
The room across the hall is the kitchen, always in a state of mess no matter how often it is cleaned.
A breakfast bar seats empty stools and in the middle of the kitchen is an unusually clear island. The microwave emits a strange smell, the fridge is stocked with two shelves of beer, and two of left over takeaway. Milk sits in the door, as well as jars of questionable substances.
The pantry contains mainly salt, as well as tea bags and coffee jars.
The bench has a line of mugs pushed against the wall, some plain and some childishly not.
The second level holds rooms, each slightly different and too big for the floor, though the house seemed to not care much for the laws of physics.
There are rooms big enough to be a king's chamber, others small and plain.
Some had four poster beds, others have bunks or hammocks.
Some rooms held decorations like pictures of loved ones or weapons hanging on the wall.
The only thing similar to the doors of each room is the golden number on the front, other than that, they are completely different.
While one door would be a plain, the next one over is straight out of a castle, wide and old with a lion's head holding the door handle and the next door would be futuristic, made up of a silver metal, sliding into wall when approached.
The rickety winding stairway -because normal stairs are terribly boring- was the most interesting thing to look at though, moving pictures covered the walls in different sizes and all held different people. Some would stand and wave, while others had people and children of all ages running and laughing.
The steps were a blue-grey metal colour and had the tendency to rattle when people ran across them, as they were doing now.
"Jack you thevien' bastard! Give me back me hat!"
Two worn, brown leather boots all but sprinted down the spiralling stairs, the tips of a leather jacket fluttering around ankles as the figure escaped. The angry chittering of a monkey came next, jumping down the stairs on all fours, then heavy ponding as big, black leather boots ran down the stairs, their owners face contorted in rage, hand gripping the winding railing tightly.
Captain Jack Sparrow jumped down the last three steps, grinning almost insanely over his shoulder as he ran down the hallway, running into a tall figure and almost falling over.
The other made a loud noise of surprise, reaching out to grab Jack's shoulders to steady them both.
Jack grinned when he saw who he had run into, nodding his head before stepping around them.
"Doctor" he said, as he began to run, the monkey and its owner, Barbosa closing in on him.
The Doctor grinned; straitening his bowtie and Barbosa ran past, acnoligisng him with only an angry grunt.
(A.N: I'm not too sure how to spell that, and spell check wouldn't show me, so please excuse)
He made a gesture to his two companions, Rory and Amelia Pond as he continued walking down the hallway, rattling on about some past adventure they had shared.
Upon reaching the stairs, he stepped to the right, hearing familiar steps making their way down.
"Doctor" the person coming down the stairs said with a nod.
"Doctor" replied the bowtie wearing Doctor, nodding to his past regeneration as he stepped up the stairs, Amy and Rory following after greetings.
The Doctor pulled the hand of Rose Tyler as he walked from the stairs, pulling her close in a one armed hug over her shoulders as they walked past the open kitchen door.
"... Captain Jack Harkness, and who are you?" a voice floated as the two walked past, and the Doctor paused for a moment, looking in the room with an accusing glance.
"Stop it" he said, mock-glaring at Jack over his glasses before he re-joined Rose as they continued on their stroll.
Jack Harkness grumbled under his breath as he stood up from leaning over the breakfast bar, but winked at the man opposite, who continued to stare at him with wide eyes.
"I'm pretty sure I'm straight" Tony Stark said, eyes still wide as he tried to get out of this situation with this -admittedly attractive- man opposite him.
A loud snort came from behind him and Tony looked over his shoulder to where Sherlock sat perched over a microscope.
A soul-crushing deduction came from the detective in a monotone, his eyes not leaving the microscope as he told Tony about his hidden thoughts and past not-so-straight relationships and… other things.
Jack laughed loudly and Tony glanced at the man standing behind Sherlock, eyebrows raised as he asked a silent question: how do you put up with this every day?
Doctor John Watson shrugged from where he was leaning against the kitchen sink, mug of tea raised ton his lips as he took a sip of the hot liquid.
He jumped slightly when a body appeared right beside him, almost mashed into his side as the small angel looked into John's mug.
"What is this beverage?" Samandriel asked, wide and innocent eyes turning to John's, and he suddenly found it very hard to be angry at the angel for appearing right underneath his raised arm
"It's tea" John said instead, smiling softly at Samandriel "would you like to try some?"
"Yes" the angel said, accepting John's cup when it was passed to him.
Mrs Hudson then bustled through the back door of the kitchen, a bag of shopping in one hand and her handbag in the other. She smiled at the boys, Samandriel returning it and John doing the same. Tony nodded to the motherly woman, Jack giving her a two fingered salute as Sherlock merely looked up from his microscope at the woman in his usual way of greeting.
She placed the bag of shopping on the breakfast bar, and Jack immediately set to putting it away, against Mrs Hudson saying she would do it.
"Never!" Jack grinned at her, dropping a sweet kiss on her cheek as he walked past her and towards the pantry with some sort of canned food.
As Jack stacked the tins, Dean Winchester walked through the back door nest to him, arms full of the rest of Mrs Hudson's shopping
"Dean" Jack said, the single word laden with pure sex appeal as a wink joined it
"No" Dean said, obviously picking up on the not-so-hidden invitation to bed and continued to walk past, pretending he didn't see Jack's wandering eyes.
He placed the bags on the bench with the first, greeting Tony with a manly handshake which turned into an even manly-err hug.
"I brought those parts you wanted" Tony said, returning to leaning on the breakfast bar.
"We'll work on baby in a sec then," Dean said, pointing over his shoulder at the open window as he continued the sentence "I just wanna got tell Sammy I'm back from town"
With that Dean walked back out the back door, disappearing from the view of those inside before he appeared before the window, walking towards his brother and half-brother, Sam and Adam. He slung an arm around Sam's shoulder, watching with a grin and un-heard words as Adam shot a crude target leaning against the far fence.
When Adam put the gun down, Dean greeted him with a grin and hug, commenting on how his skills were improving.
"Dean" a voice said behind the oldest of the three brothers, and Dean turned, a surprised look on his face
"Cas!" Dean said, grinning as he turned to the angel, pulling him into a hug. "It's been months!"
Before Cas could reply, they both flinched as the fence shattered, Adam looking at his brothers with an embarrassed look
"sorry" he said, putting the gun down and shrugging awkwardly as his brothers stared at the wooden fence, which now sported a massive, splintering hole from were Adam had shot it with the sawed off shotgun.
"So not fixing that" Sam said as Dean stepped forwards, picking up the shotgun from were Adam had put it.
"It has a wider wide range, Adam" Dean said, holding the gun up as he aimed at the target and explained how to use the gun better, before shooting and hitting the target dead on.
"That was so cool! Can you teach me?" a young boy said, lopsided smile on his face as he bounced into the yard, followed by three adults
"Sure kid" Dean said, returning the grin "better ask your mum first, though"
"Mum! Mum!" the brunette said, turning towards a young, blonde woman "can Dean teach me how to shoot?"
"No, Henry," Emma Swan said, ruffling her son's hair "not yet anyway, kid. Maybe when you're older" she smiled down at the pouting boy as they walked closer to the Winchesters.
"But Grandad taught me how to sword fight!" Henry returned eyes wide.
Prince Charming or rather David Nolan laughed from behind Emma as he led his wife to a wooden bench under in the centre of the grassy yard, a dirt path running just to the side of them.
"That's different, Henry" Emma said, ruffling the boys hair again
"how 'bout this, Henry" Dean said, leaning down to be eye level him "you and your pops teach me to sword fight-" a loud exclamation came from David, Snow laughing as he looked aghast at being called 'pops' "-I'll teach you to shoot when you're older" Dean finished
"Deal!" Henry cried happily, shaking hands with Dean
"Now off with you" Emma said, gently pushing her son back towards the kitchen door "go find some friends to play with"
Henry took off at a run, darting around the current occupants of the kitchen ad rushing out into the hallway. He heard voices in the lounge room but continued past, going out the front door.
In the lounge room, Gabriel and Balthazar loudly wrestled on Sherlock's sulking lounge, fighting over who should occupy the seat.
Hook sat in one of the leather couch chairs, staring intently at the TV as cartoon figures moved around onscreen.
Mycroft Holmes walked through the lounge room door then, hardly looking at the three occupants of the room as he walked to the fireplace, collecting his umbrella. He smiled tightly at Killian when the pirate gave him a questioning glance, but did not say anything as he stepped out of the room again.
At that moment Sherlock stepped out of the kitchen, and the brothers gave each other a look
"Sherlock" Mycroft said, face blank
"Blood" replied Sherlock in a lofty tone "what are you doing back? I thought you had left six minutes and thirty-four seconds ago"
"Thirty-six seconds and I did leave," Mycroft said smug smile coming to his features when he caught Sherlock's mildly annoyed expression "I forgot my umbrella"
"You forgot?" Sherlock said, superior expression on his face "you're getting old, brother dear"
"It happens" Mycroft said, as both brothers took a simultaneous step back a second before the front door swung open with wild flurry, hitting the wall behind it. Four teens ran through the hallway, black cloaks rustling as the door slammed shut with a shouted word from the eldest girl, a flurry of a wand over her head as they continued to run.
"Don't run in the hallways, ya' idjits!" called a gruff voice as he entered the house at a walk after the kids, a man in a dark suit with a tumbler of expensive whiskey following him.
Mycroft brushed past Bobby and Crowley, not saying a word as the door closed quietly behind him, Sherlock going back to his experimenting in the kitchen.
"Let them be young, Robert" Crowley said, following the old hunter into the lounge room "give us more time alone, anyway"
Bobby cursed loudly, telling Crowley the only time the king of Hell was getting close to him was when Bobby was strangling the demon.
Harry, Hermione, Ron and Jenny ran up the winding steps of the house, shouting excitedly as the rushed to their shared rooms. As they entered the second floor and ran down the hallway, a tanned hand darted out from one of the doors, wrapping around Harry's forearm and dragging him into the room.
Harry shouted in surprise, but it was lost to his friends when the door closed behind him
"Harry!" a voice said, and he focus on the occupants of the room, and noticed he was among friends
"Hey, Percy" Harry replied, grinning at the teenage boy in an orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt.
"We're playing cards, wanna join?" Percy Jackson asked, pointing to a round table were two other people sat.
Jace Herondale and Peeta Mallark sat opposite each other, both grinning at Harry
"Well, looks like the gang is back together" Jace said, running a hand through his blonde curls with a laugh
"You bet" Percy replied, taking a seat as Harry did the same.
Outside in the hallway, the three Hogwarts students continued running down the hallway, until golden light appeared before them. Realizing to late what this meant, the three teens ran into the crew of the Enterprise, landing at the captain's feet.
"Oh, hey Jim" Ron said, grinning up at the older man
"It is illogical to run in doors, children" Spock said from Jim's shoulder, looking down at the three.
"Oh, leave them alone, Spock. Their just being kids" Jim said with a grin, he and Scotty helping them up.
"May I go wit them, Keptin?" Chekov asked, looking at Jim
"Of course, kid" Jim said "you're on shore leave, go have some fun"
Chekov took off with the witches and wizard, the rest of the crew heading in the opposite direction in search of their rooms.
As they walked, a door on their left opened, a dark haired young man walking out
"Oh, hi" he said in surprise, looking at the crew "I didn't think you lot would be here. I heard word you had an important mission?" he said, more like a question
"Well, when you know a time traveling alien, important missions can wait" Jim said, grinning
"Is Arthur here?" Sulu asked, peering around McCoy
"Yeah" replied Merlin, a mocking annoyed expression on his face "he's having me clean his armour at the moment"
The crew laughed, saying goodbye to the warlock before going off to their rooms.
Merlin sneaked from his king's chambers, rushing down the winding stairs and leaving through the front door. He made his way to the large tree, were two old friends of his stood.
"Ahh, Merlin" said one of the old men, smiling at Merlin through his half-moon glasses.
Merlin smiled back, waving in greeting to the two magicians
"Dumbledore." Merlin said, before turning to the other "Gandalf"
The three wizards spoke, talking of adventures and great feats of magic and the creatures they had seen.
They were soon interrupted by a young boy, twelve years of age as he bounded over to them, Henry grinning at his side
"Mrs. Hudson says lunch is ready" he said happily, twirling his staff as he continued to grin
"Of course, Aang" Gandalf said, patting the young Avatars shoulder as he walked past
The other two wizards followed Gandalf, walking around the side of the house and around a blue box that was half way sitting in a flowerbed. They followed a little dirt path, coming around a small bush to stand by a bench were Mary-Margret and David sat at. The two smiled up at the three wizards, before Mary-Margret stood.
"I'll go help with bringing the food out" she dropped a kiss on David's cheek before walking away.
Aang and Henry then ran up the dirt path behind the wizards, laughing as Henry chased Aang.
As they ran, two figures stood side-by-side, watching the proceedings of the crowd.
"I hear you have been impersonating me again" said a tall dark haired man, skin pale and eyes startlingly green. He crossed his arms over black leather and thick green material, casting a look to the man opposite him, teasing look deep in his eyes
"Yeah, well" the shorter man replied, grinning around a cherry lollipop in his mouth "The Doctor has also been impersonating Sherlock. And in the wrong time line too!" he finished throwing his hands in the air and turning to the other, golden eyes twinkling with mirth. "Who cares is I impersonate the trickster god Loki for a few thousand years?"
Loki looked down at the arch angel next to him, sighing dramatically "you have no idea the rumours that have started because of you. And you have no idea the excuses I have had to come up with to cover your tracks, Gabriel. I'm half the reason Heaven never found you" he finished with a victorious smirk.
"Yeah," Gabriel said with a shrug, turning to the proceedings again "so I owe you one"
The wizards and the prince made their way over to the centre of the of the backyard, were a few uneven tables had been placed, plates of food being put down on the surface.
The food alone was a spectacle, Fish fingers and custard sat next to Pickles sea prunes, apple pies, great legs of ham and even bigger bottles of rum among other things were set out, something to appease all the guests.
A great gap in the middle of the table was filled with purple smoke, and a cake appeared. Massive and chocolate it was big enough to cater all of the people in the yard.
Rumplestiltskin made an over exaggerated bow, grinning when he straightened.
Cheers erupted from the assembled crowd, laughter and music breaking out as the people and creatures alike celebrated.
Hobbits and dwarves played flutes, fiddles and drums, soon joined with a pirate's crew who sang to the tune.
Drinks were passed around by magic and hands, whiskey and rum held up as they all toasted to good times and friends.
These are just some of the occupants of this house.
Every year or so, they come together: humans, hunters, aliens, story book characters, witches and wizards and warlocks with demons and angels and a few pirates. Kings, princes, queens and princesses, not-house keepers and children as well as monkeys, captains and immortals alike.
They come together to form a massive dysfunctional family, one that should be completely at odds and never work.
Maybe it's the fact that they all know what hard times are like.
Maybe it because they have all counted their losses one dark day, when compared to their gains, they didn't like the outcome.
Or maybe it's the house.
This impossible house with a hundred rooms on the second floor.
This house with the odd wallpaper.
This houses with room enough for dragons in the backyard.
It could be the little first meetings between the people who occupy the house;
Castiel planting little white daisies in flower beds when the Doctor -well, one of them anyway- declares from behind him that flowerbeds are too restricting and that they should plant daisies in the grass. And so they did.
Crowley and Bobby arguing that no, Bobby will not remove the demon traps from the underside of each bloody stone step on the front pathway so the demon king isn't wearing a path into the grass beside them when the Hogwarts students ask if Crowley really is the king of Hell.
Captain Jack Sparrow and Captain Jack Harkness meet in the lounge room, both in a drunken stupor as they lean on each other, discussing the importance of the title 'Captain' before their names.
Merlin meeting John in the kitchen early one morning, and have a quiet chat about annoying friends and bad dreams.
Because, this, the sleepless nights in front of the telly, early mornings with whiskey, are what this group of people for.
The live for the rush of fighting and saving people, but they yearn for a place where they are normal.
Well, in the most insane place in all of creation, it was quiet easy for them to feel normal.
I know, horrible ending but... I just did a 'what the hell' and finished it there.
FANDOMS INCLUDED IN ORDER OF APPERANCE:
I was gonna put Game of Thrones in it, but seeing as i haven't watched it yet (I know, shame on me) I didn't know what to put in. Tell me if you have an idea for Game of Thrones!
FANDOMS CURRENTLY FEATURING IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE:
- Pirates of the Caribbean (cause, admit it, It's freaking awesome)
- Doctor Who
- Torchwood
- Avengers
- Sherlock (BBC version)
- Supernatural (I had to put Samandriel in, I've been having major feels lately)
- Once Upon A Time
- Harry Potter (Books or Movie version, though the books are way more awesome)
- Percy Jackson (Books, cause the movie...)
- The Mortal Instruments (Books, though there is a movie. I seriously think you should read the books if you haven't. There bloody awesome! By Cassandra Clare, by the way)
- The Hunger Games
- Star Trek (2009) (I haven't seen much of the tv series. shame, you call yourself a fangirl)
- Merlin
- Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit (I originally had a part where Bilbo meets John, but took it out because it sucked)
- Avatar: The Last Airbender
