A/N: hey y'all. I had to take down this story on the Tamora Pierce board sadly, due to the fact that I was breaking the rules. Thank you for bringing that up. Thank you so much to those of you who are reviewing. Reviews seriously make my day. So, continue to review!
Emily
Pairings (if its not obvious): Sara/Nick, Catherine/Grissom, Daine/Numair, Alanna/George (Tamora Pierce pairings), Yelina/Horatio, and a whole lot more strange pairings my extremely messed up mind came up with!
Summary: Characters from CSI, CSI: Miami, Law and Order: SVU, and Cold Case get dropped into the fictional world of Tortall and chaos ensues.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the voices in my head. Oh! I also own Stan Imdaman and the Yo Song.
WARNING: (I have to put this, after a few people complained about the fact that my story was, well, Twisted) Very A/U, and everyone is very OOC. Basically, this is just a fun story
Alanna groaned in dismay at the sight of the drunken Americans. She had no idea what she could do. She knew she had to get some help to get them back to the palace, but she couldn't just leave them here by themselves. They would destroy the place. She stood, deep in thought when an idea hit her. Of course! She would simply get the owner to let her use two rooms and she would lock them in the rooms.
She walked over to a corner table, where the current owner sat. He greeted her as she sat across from him. "Hey. I need a favor. These people are so drunk, and I need to get them back to the castle. I need to ride and get some help but I can't leave them here, I don't exactly want this place to be destroyed. Will you let me lock them up in some rooms?"
"Alanna, people get to drunk here all the time."
"That man is swinging from the lights and the lady is dancing on the bar."
"Oui. Ok, let me get my helper. STAN!" and short man came running over. His dirty blond hair hung over his eyes in a shaggy style. "Alanna, this is Stan Imdaman."
"So cool to meet you Mrs. Knight." The mans voice was spacey. "So, what do you want me to do?"
"Escort those drunk people to some rooms please."
"Sure." Stan Imdaman walked over to where the drunken Americans were acting like morons.
"I AM DA MONKEY MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" for the second time that afternoon, Greg landed with a thump at Stan Imdaman's feet. He got up and faced Stan Imdaman. Stan's face was amazed.
"Wow, I want to fly like that."
"Wanna be a Tarzan Monkey Man with me?"
"Awesome, can I swing?"
"Duh." Greg drunkenly sighed. Stan Imdaman suddenly stood up on a table.
"I wrote a new poem song."
"Oh shit." Murmured the owner. Alanna looked at him questioningly.
"Ok, This is the Yo Song." Announced Stan. He began to walk side to side, his hands in a fist, with his thumb and pinky sticking out and started thrusting his hands down towards each other.
"YO! My Name is Stan And YO! I come from Alabam And YO! I'm a really sexy man And YO! Yo Yo Yo Yo."
He ended the awesome song by jumping three times to one side. Alanna stared in horror at the young man before whispering, "at least you could have sent someone sober to take care of them!"
"Um, he is sober. He's just mentally unstable. When he was a young lad, he disrupted a mage. The mage, created a load of bricks in a rage of fury that thumped on Stan's head. I think the mage also accidentally made him, well, pretty brainless."
"Just get those people in a room locked up!"
"Ok, sorry about Stan." Alanna stomped off to where the horses were. She swiftly tacked up her horse and mounted and took off at a gallop towards the stables. Daine was the first person Alanna saw.
"DAINE! I need help! Those people are so drunk, and they are even crazier. I need help getting them back here!" Daine would have laughed at the situation, if the Lioness had not been famous for her sharp tong and short temper.
"Alright, let me get a cart hooked up to Mangles."
It didn't take long to get the cart set up on the big draft. Explaining the situation to him, Mangles was happy to go as fast as he could. As Daine and Alanna raced back to the Dancing Dove, Alanna silently preyed that The Americans wouldn't destroy the City. She was very relieved to find every thing still in tact. She had been expecting to find the Dancing Dove engulfed in flames or something like that. It took an hour for Daine and Alanna to load up the Drunken group into the cart. They were both exhausted by the time the got back to the palace and forced the drunk, babbling group into the healer wing, where the healer drugged all of them into a deep sleep.
Finally, all was quiet, the Men and Women that had been so drunk now asleep. The only sound was that of Greg occasionally mumbling "no! Not the Evil Cheerleaders! NO! Don't let them get me!!!!!!!!"
A/N: and so my chapter ends. Yes, the Yo Song IS a real song, written and sang by yours truly. Takes a bow. to imagine Stan Imdaman and how the dance and song go, imagine Stan sounding like a stereotype druggy, with a skater hair cut. And the Yo Song is a rap. To imagine the dance moves, think of someone jumping side to side like a moron, with arm motions doing that hand thing rappers do.
This is an important note! I am thinking about ending this soon and starting a sequel. In the sequel, The Americans would return to our time, but they would not go alone. With them would be the some Tortallians. I have some ideas already for it, and I would like to write one. But I AM NOT going to waste my time writing something if you aren't going to read it. So, tell me what you think. Would you like to see me continue here? Or do you think I have gone to long as it is and should stop. I need your reviews and opinions guys! And I still don't know how to find challenges, I'm awaiting someone to answer that question. Lol. So, please review, and tell me what you think of my idea and my story so far.
Emily
Emily
Pairings (if its not obvious): Sara/Nick, Catherine/Grissom, Daine/Numair, Alanna/George (Tamora Pierce pairings), Yelina/Horatio, and a whole lot more strange pairings my extremely messed up mind came up with!
Summary: Characters from CSI, CSI: Miami, Law and Order: SVU, and Cold Case get dropped into the fictional world of Tortall and chaos ensues.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the voices in my head. Oh! I also own Stan Imdaman and the Yo Song.
WARNING: (I have to put this, after a few people complained about the fact that my story was, well, Twisted) Very A/U, and everyone is very OOC. Basically, this is just a fun story
Alanna groaned in dismay at the sight of the drunken Americans. She had no idea what she could do. She knew she had to get some help to get them back to the palace, but she couldn't just leave them here by themselves. They would destroy the place. She stood, deep in thought when an idea hit her. Of course! She would simply get the owner to let her use two rooms and she would lock them in the rooms.
She walked over to a corner table, where the current owner sat. He greeted her as she sat across from him. "Hey. I need a favor. These people are so drunk, and I need to get them back to the castle. I need to ride and get some help but I can't leave them here, I don't exactly want this place to be destroyed. Will you let me lock them up in some rooms?"
"Alanna, people get to drunk here all the time."
"That man is swinging from the lights and the lady is dancing on the bar."
"Oui. Ok, let me get my helper. STAN!" and short man came running over. His dirty blond hair hung over his eyes in a shaggy style. "Alanna, this is Stan Imdaman."
"So cool to meet you Mrs. Knight." The mans voice was spacey. "So, what do you want me to do?"
"Escort those drunk people to some rooms please."
"Sure." Stan Imdaman walked over to where the drunken Americans were acting like morons.
"I AM DA MONKEY MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" for the second time that afternoon, Greg landed with a thump at Stan Imdaman's feet. He got up and faced Stan Imdaman. Stan's face was amazed.
"Wow, I want to fly like that."
"Wanna be a Tarzan Monkey Man with me?"
"Awesome, can I swing?"
"Duh." Greg drunkenly sighed. Stan Imdaman suddenly stood up on a table.
"I wrote a new poem song."
"Oh shit." Murmured the owner. Alanna looked at him questioningly.
"Ok, This is the Yo Song." Announced Stan. He began to walk side to side, his hands in a fist, with his thumb and pinky sticking out and started thrusting his hands down towards each other.
"YO! My Name is Stan And YO! I come from Alabam And YO! I'm a really sexy man And YO! Yo Yo Yo Yo."
He ended the awesome song by jumping three times to one side. Alanna stared in horror at the young man before whispering, "at least you could have sent someone sober to take care of them!"
"Um, he is sober. He's just mentally unstable. When he was a young lad, he disrupted a mage. The mage, created a load of bricks in a rage of fury that thumped on Stan's head. I think the mage also accidentally made him, well, pretty brainless."
"Just get those people in a room locked up!"
"Ok, sorry about Stan." Alanna stomped off to where the horses were. She swiftly tacked up her horse and mounted and took off at a gallop towards the stables. Daine was the first person Alanna saw.
"DAINE! I need help! Those people are so drunk, and they are even crazier. I need help getting them back here!" Daine would have laughed at the situation, if the Lioness had not been famous for her sharp tong and short temper.
"Alright, let me get a cart hooked up to Mangles."
It didn't take long to get the cart set up on the big draft. Explaining the situation to him, Mangles was happy to go as fast as he could. As Daine and Alanna raced back to the Dancing Dove, Alanna silently preyed that The Americans wouldn't destroy the City. She was very relieved to find every thing still in tact. She had been expecting to find the Dancing Dove engulfed in flames or something like that. It took an hour for Daine and Alanna to load up the Drunken group into the cart. They were both exhausted by the time the got back to the palace and forced the drunk, babbling group into the healer wing, where the healer drugged all of them into a deep sleep.
Finally, all was quiet, the Men and Women that had been so drunk now asleep. The only sound was that of Greg occasionally mumbling "no! Not the Evil Cheerleaders! NO! Don't let them get me!!!!!!!!"
A/N: and so my chapter ends. Yes, the Yo Song IS a real song, written and sang by yours truly. Takes a bow. to imagine Stan Imdaman and how the dance and song go, imagine Stan sounding like a stereotype druggy, with a skater hair cut. And the Yo Song is a rap. To imagine the dance moves, think of someone jumping side to side like a moron, with arm motions doing that hand thing rappers do.
This is an important note! I am thinking about ending this soon and starting a sequel. In the sequel, The Americans would return to our time, but they would not go alone. With them would be the some Tortallians. I have some ideas already for it, and I would like to write one. But I AM NOT going to waste my time writing something if you aren't going to read it. So, tell me what you think. Would you like to see me continue here? Or do you think I have gone to long as it is and should stop. I need your reviews and opinions guys! And I still don't know how to find challenges, I'm awaiting someone to answer that question. Lol. So, please review, and tell me what you think of my idea and my story so far.
Emily