A huge compilation of all the little crossovers I've written in the past couple of months. Some of them you may have read, some of them you haven't.

I promise I'll post an actual chapter soon!

Sydney the Vampire Slayer:

Sydney tossed the stake from one hand to the other, more bored than she'd been in a very long time.

"Stop that." She imagined Ms. Terwilliger saying. "You never know when you'll need your stake. And what will you do if it is in midair when a vampire strikes?"

Sydney caught it and held on this time. She sighed. "But I've been down this road about a million times tonight. It's pretty obvious the beasties are elsewhere." She replied to her imaginary teacher.

"While we've been moving, so have they. They could show up anywhere at any second."

"I know." Sydney watched her breath slowly dissipate into the chilly night. "Believe me, I know."

"Good. Now act like you do."

Even in her imagination, Ms. Terwilliger took no attitude.

Sydney scanned the area again. "I think we're clear. Let's head back to the park."

That's where luck struck. Whether that luck was bad or good is a matter of opinion. Is it good luck to be smacked in the face with a life or death situation when you're bored out of your mind and practically begging for it?

There, sitting on the swings, a pale figure in the moonlight, was her next kill. He was good-looking for an undead monster, she could admit to that.

The 1st Wave:

It was second period when the power winked off.

She met Trey's eyes from across the half-empty room.

What was happening?

Eddie and Angeline had probably set a collision course at point Jill.

Adrian and Clarence were most likely asleep.

Wolfe was certain to be holed up in an underground bunker with his Chihuahuas.

The Moroi court was in lock down.

The human world was caught in various states of panic and denial.

And the ship, the alien ship, was up there looking down on Earth and all its oceans and humans and supernatural oddities.

But what was happening?

Hello, Doctor:

Sydney didn't see it until she was seated at Spencer's.

"Trey," she called to the bar, "has that police box always been there?"

"What?" He asked.

"On the corner, that blue box," she pointed out the window. "Is that new?"

Trey came over to take a look. "Huh. I guess it is."

As they watched, a man bolted out, weighed down by a large, tangled mess of machinery.

"Is that Mr. Smith?" Trey squinted.

"Who?"

"The new math teacher. He's subbing for Ms. Underwood." Trey explained as they tracked the man's progress around the corner. "That's definitely him. Weird."

"And is that Wolfe?" Sydney hadn't noticed at first, but a scruffy figure had bolted out of the box behind Mr. Smith. Bermuda shorts flapping around his legs, he too ran around the corner.

Starfleet:

Adrian's mood darkened as Sydney's frown grew more pronounced.

"Just say it," he finally snapped. "I'm a failure."

"You are not a failure." She said gently, looking up from his homework assignment. "Engineering… just isn't the subject for you."

"I know." Adrian sighed. "Maybe I should quit the class. It doesn't even have anything to do with my field."

"What initially motivated you to take the class? Just think of that and keep trying." Sydney suggested.

He didn't need a reminder; his reason was sitting right in front of him. The only problem was that there was a huge homework assignment between him and her. Every time he tried to start a conversation about anything other than his godforsaken mechanics class, she redirected him.

It was driving him crazy.

"I don't get it," he shook his head. "How can any one problem be so confusing?"

Sydney smiled faintly, pushing the tablet back to him. "You just aren't taking the gravitational pull into account. It's an easy enough mistake to make."

She was lying, and he knew it. Gravitational pull was an essential part of the equation he was supposed to be working on. Forgetting to factor it in was like forgetting to put jelly on a PB&J.

"Stupid." He said aloud.

"You aren't stupid."

He gave her a look that said, 'Wanna bet?' loud and clear.

"You aren't stupid, Adrian." She repeated. "You're passing medical classes that even I wouldn't dare to take."

He shrugged. "That stuff is easy, simple. It makes sense. This is the stuff that matters at Starfleet Academy and I'm failing."

"'That stuff' is not simple," Sydney laughed. "I would know. I tried reading one of your textbooks, once. I didn't understand a word of it."

Adrian shrugged. "Neither did I, at first. Anyway, it's all much easier in practice."

"There you have it. It's all much easier in practice." Sydney said triumphantly. "Once we get to the hands-on unit of the class it'll get much easier."

Sydney waited for the inevitable "Speaking of hands on…", but it didn't come. He just sighed and started working on the problem again.

She didn't know when exactly he'd stopped making those kind of flirty remarks he was so known for, but she couldn't help but realize it was about when they'd started spending more time together. It wasn't that she wanted him to start back up again, but… well, she was all too conscious of the fact that she was the only girl he didn't flirt with.

Of course, that was probably because she was his tutor, not one of his gorgeous lady friends. Perfectly explainable… except, it wasn't. She knew engineering wasn't the most romantic subject, but what if it was more? What if he found her lacking?

Not that she even cared.

He sighed and she came out of her circling doubts. "Why can't you just give me your answers?"

"I haven't done the assignment yet." Sydney told him.

"Ah," Adrian grinned, "so you are trying to cheat off of me. I'll be honest, that's not the smartest move you've ever made. I'm a little disappointed in you."

Sydney shook her head and smiled. "I just haven't done it yet."

"You really haven't," Adrian sounded amazed. "It's past dinnertime and Sydney Sage hasn't done her homework."

"Don't sound so surprised, you should know that. You've been with me since classes ended." Sydney reminded him.

"Yes, but…" Adrian shrugged and went back to his work. "You know."

"I know?" Sydney wondered what he meant by that.

She didn't have the chance to find out, as he blurted out a question about mass and relativity.

After another hour of working on gibberish, they called it quits.

"The important thing is that you made progress." Sydney tried to cheer him up. "I bet you'll never forget to factor in gravitational pull again. Reworking it was hell for you, I could tell just by looking at your face."

"The experience will stay with me forever." He agreed, walking out of the library at Sydney's side.

"You missed dinner." He said guiltily. "You missed it because you were busy helping me."

A slight breeze caught a few of Sydney's flyaway hairs and tossed them around. "It's fine. I'm not even very hungry." She was saying.

"Still," Adrian said, "let me take you out for a snack." He could see her preparing to say no. "At least let me get you some coffee."

His nerves were everywhere. He'd never, ever been nervous about asking a girl to coffee before. This wasn't even a date, yet his palms were sweating.

She smiled and nodded slowly. "I like coffee."

Adrian let out a breath in relief. "Well, I know the perfect place. Come on."

Progress, finally. Maybe he would be able to stand the next couple months of mechanics. If this coffee run went well, and if he could convince her to do more coffee runs in their future time together, maybe he'd even look back on the class fondly.

Camp Half-Blood:

Adrian wasn't one for singing or poetry or instruments or archery, but he definitely loved painting. He had a feeling that was the only reason Apollo hadn't disowned him.

And it was with a painter's eye that he first saw the new recruit. Soft, dark blonde hair that cut off at the shoulders. A petit, slim frame that hunched in on itself, as often happens when one is unsure. What grabbed the bulk of his attention, though, were her eyes. They were brown from most angles, but when the sun hit them just right… bam. They were golden in the most brilliant of ways.

"So, who do you think her parent is?" Rose Hathaway, daughter of Ares, asked.

Adrian shrugged. "No idea."

"We'll find out soon enough." Christian joined the conversation, bringing the smell of the forges with him.

"Give her some space." Annabeth was instructing. "Everyone go back to your activities."

Rose elbowed the two boys lightly. "You heard the woman. Get back to your activities."

Greased Lightning:

Adrian's chest was heaving rapidly, and the musical number had clearly exhausted him.

"Oh." The smile that had started when she'd seen his car had long since faded.

Adrian smirked and leaned against the hood. He patted the glossy, painted metal. "Her name is Greased Lightning."

The name, at least, she seemed to approve of.

In order of appearance, Bloodlines was crossed over with:

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

The 5th Wave

Doctor Who

Star Trek

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Grease