Summary: In this world there is no such thing as "fiction."
Time travel has been hidden from the universe, but when the power over all time, travel, and dimension is lost, those who know must rely on the aid of several "fictional" characters to ensure the safety and secrecy of the infinity.
Here's every one:
James Bond, Agent Joan, Laura Croft, Indiana Jones, Boba Fett, Samus, Cat Woman, Gambit
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Joan. Wish I owned all of it. But don't.
And here we go...
CHAPTER 1: Rivals And...
Damp dark and dusty. What tomb is without?
Indiana Jones ducked below yet another low arc, making sure to use the flashlight instead of his face to dust aside the cobwebs, or rather, what he hoped to be cobwebs.
At least there were no snakes...
The floor moved.
Thinking he had tripped yet another booby-trap, Indiana threw himself against the wall and flattened himself as flat as he could force his skull against the cold, dusty, cobwebby rock. He listened.
Though the floor just seemed to shake slightly, the rumbling was a dead give-away to a future roughing. The noise was distant at first, like a water fall above ground, but soon enough it sounded as if a train was coming through. Then came the earthquake.
The quake was so violent that Indy was unable to maintain his position. He was thrown off the wall and onto the floor, which he hit a few times because the floor never seemed to stay in one place. His flashlight went out. Rocks and dirt boulders crashed on the floor. He tried to keep from getting hit on the head and only got nicked a few times on the shoulder and was nailed once in the leg. Within a few seconds the tremors stopped and the noise gradually drew more distant and was gone.
"Please tell me that was an earthquake," he said out loud. He opened his eyes. Or though he thought, they were already opened.
The flashlight, he remembered and began cautiously clawing around him. Something cold shifted away from his hand and he hoped it hadn't been scales. There...
He flipped the switch.
"Damn it." It had broke.
Throwing a hand into his jacket pocket, he fished for his lighter. When he found it he flipped it open and struck.
The small, measly flame did little to light the way...in fact it did nothing but allow Indiana to realize how truly dark it was. He tried lifting it higher.
He grinned. Yes that seemed to work. At least now he could see a few steps ahead of him...wait a minute.
Looking up, he saw what had really happened. The cobwebs on the extremely low ceiling had caught aflame. Ashes started falling onto his face and he saw one catch the brim of his hat and send the HAT aflame.
Rushing forward, Indian began hitting his head in an attempt to save his favorite hat. Once he was sure it was safe, he looked up.
Well that was lucky, I guess, he thought. He had indeed arrived. The large feeling chamber (he still couldn't see anything) felt vast and almost empty and the large sunlight pillar eliminating a shrine was a good indicator.
The Shrine of the Jade Monkey.
Those who held the statue could look into the minds of anyone, giving them the wisdom none other could know. A good myth for any adventurer, but one inescapable for an archeologist. This would make him famous.
Carefully he approached the shrine, cautious of some other hazard. Another pit, flying swords, or maybe a boulder. But rather than another booby trap being tripped, Indiana Jones was able to approach the shrine without incident.
The green statue laughed at him through the light, knowing everything he didn't. Stupid monkey.
With a heavy exhale, He reached through the beam of light and grasp the warm soft surface...
Of someone else's hand.
'What the hell?' Indiana thought he heard.
What the hell? He thought
'Someone's here.' an unfamiliar voice spoke. 'Doesn't anything stay secret anymore?'
What? He thought again, trying to see through the intense light, finding nothing.
'Grab the gun.'
Good idea.
'Did I say that out loud?'
Why am I talking to myself.
Pause.
"Crap."
"Uh...Lets take this one step at a time. Who are you?" Indiana spoke.
Well, I don't know who you are but you gripping MY artifact- "I'm Laura Croft. And who are you?"
"Dr. Jones." Indiana stopped himself from laughing. The British bitch, he thought.
"Excuse me?" The voice answered insulted.
Oh, damn it the monkey! "Look why don't we just set this artifact down and-"
'Go ahead jackass, put the bloody thing down.'
Bright flashes and cracks of thunder surrounded the pair, making the ground shake again. Indiana felt the statue being ripped from his grasp. 'Mine-' he heard her think before his mind was his again.
"Hey!" He hollered before he was grabbed from behind. He heard a few gunshots as he struggled. He felt a prick on his shoulder and his head swam.
He didn't remember much after that.