I just realized that I forgot to put when these things take place! I hope there haven't been any spoilers yet.

Buffy: season five-ish, after we find out about Dawn but before all that Glory drama (is there even an in-between point? Oh, well… just pretend)
Harry Potter: During the seventh book, starting right after they leave Xenophilus Lovegood's place.
Naruto: Right after the rescue Gaara arc in Shippuden.
Avatar: After they leave the desert but before they reach Ba Sing Se.

Anywho… review plz ;) And enjoy!

xxxxxx

MAX
Naruto
Sunagakure

When I woke up who knows how much later, I was warm and comfortable, sleeping in what looked like a hospital bed. That was the last straw for my stomach.

I sat up, doubled over, jumped out of the bed, dashed towards the window, and barfed up a lung. When I was done, I sat down on the bed again shakily, drinking in the scent of chemicals and alcohol and cleaner and feeling like I wanted to puke again. Bird kids and hospitals don't mix.

Okay, Max, okay. Relax. Analyze the situation. I was definitely in some sort of hospital room, but it didn't look like any hospital room I'd ever seen before. I was still in my clothes, so hopefully no one had seen my wings yet. Speaking of clothes, I was no longer in that icky dress I'd been forced to wear to Aragorn's coronation, but the jeans and T-shirt I first came to Lord of the Rings in. My boots were neatly laid next to the bed and my sweatshirt and windbreaker were draped over a chair. They all carried grime and wear, but not as much as they should have by now. More like their condition, again, pre-LOTR. That was weird.

Voice. I need some intel. Stat.

…this is quite unfortunate. I thought you would be home by now, said the Voice. It seems you may have to repeat a similar process as with the Lord of the Rings… albeit alone.

Alone! Where's the Flock, Voice? I demanded.

I cannot be sure. Possibly not even in this reality.

Gee, you're a big help –

"Ah! You're awake!"

I jumped. I'd been so absorbed in my little conversation with the Voice in my head that I hadn't noticed a woman open the door and step in. I immediately took a defensive position and did the only thing that comes naturally to people like me.

"Who are you?" I said, exerting as much threatening energy as was exertable. Is that even a word? It must have worked, because the woman blinked and took a nervous step back.

"I – I'm Suki. I'm a nurse," she said, biting her lip. "You've been unconscious for a few hours now. I was just coming to check on you."

"A few hours?" I felt dizzy again, but I pinched myself and tried to regain full control. "Crap. Where am I?"

"Sunagakure," said Suki, looking relieved that I was no longer acting like I wanted to kill her. "Now that you are awake, the Kazekage would like to speak with you… I mean, if that's okay…"

"What's the Kazekage?" I demanded.

"He is the leader of the village," Suki explained, like I was some sort of idiot for not knowing that.

"Oh-kay…" I said carefully. "I'll roll with this. Take me to your leader, and all that good stuff."

Suki nodded and stepped out into the hall, beckoning for me to follow her. She lead me through twists and turns, past more rooms, some that stunk of antiseptic even more, until finally we stopped at a door.

"Gaara-sama?" she knocked on the door lightly. Someone said something inside and she swung it open, gesturing that I should go inside. I walked in and she immediately shut the door behind me. I didn't like that very much.

FANG
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Sunnydale, California

"It's polite to introduce yourself first," Fang said dryly.

The girl stared at him, and then rolled her eyes. "I'm the Slayer, duh. Can't you tell, with all your demon senses and whatever?"

"I don't know what a Slayer is, and I'm not a demon," said Fang.

"Then what are those?" she indicated his wings, which were folded up at his back but not tucked beneath his shirt. He glanced back at them, frowning, and cursed that little instinct in him that made him snap them out at a hint of danger.

"The product of several years of genetic research and the tampering of innocent's DNA," Fang shrugged. Might as well get that out of the way.

"Whaa?" the 'Slayer' stared at him some more, looking completely mind-boggled.

"What were those things?" Fang asked. That question seemed to bring her back into her comfort zone.

"Vampires," she said. "You know, bloodsuckers? Leeches? Immortal fiends of darkness?"

"That's stupid," said Fang. "Vampires don't exist."

"Neither do humans with wings," the girl countered.

"Touché."

"So… if you're really a human… with… wings…" the girl looked him over suspiciously. "What are you doing in Sunnydale? And who are you?"

"I'm not sure," said Fang. "I'm just here. There was no free will."

"Still not getting the name."

"…Nick."

"Oh. Okay. Hi, Nick, I'm Buffy," said Buffy. "The… yeah. Vampire Slayer. And now that I say that out loud I realize how obscenely corny it sounds."

Fang couldn't help but kind of like this girl. She reminded him a little bit of Max.

"So… Sunnydale?" he said. "Where's that?"

"California, USA, North America, Earth," Buffy shrugged. "You really don't know how you got here?"

"Negatori."

"Where are you from?"

"All over."

"Okay, where were you before you mysteriously landed yourself here?"

"If I told you you'd think I was crazy."

"Try me," she said. "I may not look it, but I've dealt with the crazies a whole lot in my life."

He believed her. She'd killed those freaky things with a stick, and she didn't look particularly weirded out by his wings. Still, gallivanting around in a movie was kind of pushing it.

"Well," he said. "I was in Utah with my family. Then we got kidnapped. Then we were somehow moved into that movie the Lord of the Rings. We finished it. Now we're here. Any questions?"

"Oooh. That is crazy."

"I told you."

"Er…"she said. "Look, I'm not going to shoot you down right away because my best friend is a witch, my other best friend is dating an ex-demon, I've been able to read minds before, and beer once made me turn into a cave lady, so I shouldn't really judge. But I think for the sake of all things good and pure I should get you to Giles."

"Giles?"

"Our resident British-man-with-all-the-answers."

"Ah."

They stood there awkwardly for a second. Fang became fascinated in the fog that was expelled every time he breathed. It wasn't very cold, though, so he wondered what was up with that.

"My house is this way," Buffy pointed her thumb over her shoulder. "Maybe we'll run into Xander and Anya on the way back. I think they were out patrolling tonight."

Fang didn't bother to ask who Xander and Anya were. She would probably tell him that they were unicorns or something. He was trying to keep his mind open, really, but some of this stuff was pushing the realms of possibility.

It wasn't a long walk to Buffy's house. Apparently she enjoyed living close to graveyards.

On the way over, though, Fang got a chance to fully analyze this girl. Well, woman, really. Physically, she looked like she was in her early twenties, but there was something about her eyes that made him think she was way older. It was the same look that the rest of the Flock had, the look that someone's had way too much stuff going on at way too early an age.

She was very short, with bouncing blonde curls and light eyes. She strutted along in a way that clearly said she wouldn't take any guff from anyone. Her pants were made of leather and she was wearing a red jacket. She was skinny and didn't look strong at all, but from watching her fight he knew that assumption was dead wrong.

Looking around, Fang decided that it wasn't from when he was from. Some houses had lights on and the TVs and phones and computers inside seemed bulky and lo-tech. Still, it couldn't have been more than a couple years behind modern. It was much better than monarchies and a serious lack of indoor plumbing, that's for sure.

"Well, this is it," said Buffy once they'd stopped in front of a very average looking house. "Come on in."

She pushed the door open.

IGGY AND ANGEL
Avatar: the Last Airbender
Somewhere in the Earth Kingdom

Five minutes later, Angel touched down a few feet in front of where Iggy lounged lazily in the crackling leaves.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," she sat down immediately and hugged her knees up to her stomach. "I don't feel so good."

"Me, neither," he'd noticed that his stomach felt like it was being knifed repeatedly and his head felt like someone had shot it. He'd been trying to think happy thoughts, though. If he was sick, that would be bad.

"I kind of puked," Angel admitted. He could practically hear a sly smile creeping across her face. It was an atmosphere thing. "Airsickness, I guess."

He barked out a laugh. "That's rich."

The effort made his stomach hurt even more. He swore, twisted onto his hands and knees, crawled into the bushes, and barfed into some ferns.

"Now we're even," Angel said. He sneered.

"You said there were other people in the area?" he confirmed.

"Yeah," she nodded. "I'm not really close enough to get a very firm grasp on their thoughts, but they're… different. A different way of seeing things. There's something here that isn't where we come from, something that everyone takes for granted, and it changes their worldview a little. It's hard to explain. And I don't know what…"

"Why don't we go ask?" Iggy suggested idly. Angel started to say something, but he cut her off. "Look, we're stuck here in the middle of a forest with no idea what's happening. No Flock, no Fellowship, no Gondor, no nothing – it's all gone. I'm thinking we should take some time to converse with the locals. Figure out what's going on. Get a grasp on the situation. Ya dig?"

"Yeah… yeah, I guess you're right," she said nervously. Iggy stood up and stretched. The vomiting had made him feel surprisingly better.

"So what direction are these hicks? Or tree huggers, I guess. Or hippies. Or whatever other group of people who would spend their time walking around in forests of their own free will," Iggy asked. Angel paused for a moment.

"Follow me," she instructed. He felt the breath of air as she took off, and he listened for the whistle of the wind through her feathers, following it. It was an action that didn't require any second thought – it was natural for him by now.

After a little while, she slowed. The whistle got fainter. Then the sound of flapping became less constant and Iggy knew she was coasting down to the ground. He followed.

"Let's walk a bit," she said once they'd landed. "So we don't, you know, freak them out."

"Good call."

"Holy beefcakes!" came a surprised yelp.

"Bad call," Iggy corrected. "You put us down too close."

NUDGE AND THE GASMAN
Harry Potter
The corner of a large, unknown field

Nudge jumped to her feet, dragging Gasser with her, and dropped into a fighting stance. She was shaking slightly with a mixture of cold and fear. Who were these people, and how had they just… just appeared like that?

"Who the bloody hell are you?" retorted the ginger.

"Ron!" the girl elbowed him.

"Who are you?" Nudge finally found her voice.

"Nobody," said the black-haired boy quickly. Too quickly.

There was a thick, agitated silence, both parties looking ready to pounce at each other. Finally, the ginger – Ron? – spoke.

"Let's just Obliviate them!"

"I'm with Ron," said the black haired boy.

"Don't you think that's a bit harsh? They're just kids," said the girl.

"Just kids?" Gazzy muttered. Nudge patted him on the head.

"What if they're spies for You-Know-Who?" Ron said.

"I don't know who," said Nudge. "Who?"

"What do you mean you don't know who?" Ron spluttered. "Merlin…"

"We're completely in the open!" the girl blurted suddenly. "Stupid, stupid…"

She pulled out a thin stick, about a foot long, and started dancing along an invisible perimeter muttering things like "Protego Totalum" and "Salvio Hexia".

"What are you doing?" Nudge asked.

"Protective enchantments," the girl replied absently.

"Enchantments?" Gazzy gaped, but Nudge elbowed him in a shut up kind of way.

"Oh, of course," she nodded like putting up enchantments was totally in the norm.

"You lot are Americans?" the black haired boy asked delicately. "What are you doing in Britain?"

"Vacation," Nudge invented. He was right, she'd been too busy freaking out to notice – these three had British accents.

"Cave Inimicum… I hope you don't think I'm rude by asking this, but what are you?" the girl said abashedly. She seemed to have finished with the enchantments, as she was now kneading a small beaded bag nervously in her hands.

What were they? Nudge only had a second of thought without seeming suspicious. She had to come up with a legit answer… now. But she couldn't tell the truth, could she? Max has warned them not to when they were in the Lord of the Rings. But now they weren't. And Max wasn't here. These people had just appeared out of thin air and they were doing enchantments… it seemed logical to think that she could just come up with something completely ridiculous and they should buy it. Somehow, for some reason, her mind flew to that show that she sometimes had watched back when they'd had a house, the Rugrats. That obnoxious little bully girl.

WWMD? What would Max do?

"We're – Angelicas," she was surprised that she even said that. She hadn't planned to say that. It just came out.

"Angelicas? I think I may have read about those once… so are you magical? Do you have wands?" the girl asked eagerly. Nudge was dumbfounded. She actually bought it!

"No wands," Gazzy answered.

"Well, this is all fantastic and everything, but why don't you two run along home to your mummies? We're busy here," Ron snapped.

"Mummies? You mean, like, moms? As in, parents?" Nudge confirmed, her motormouth taking over. It was ridiculous, that thing had a mind of its own. "Oh, we haven't got any of those. They're – uh – they're dead."

"Yeah," Gazzy sniffled pitifully to add to their act.

"Oh, that's horrible!" the girl's hand flew to her mouth. "Have you got a place to stay tonight?"

"Hermione, no - "

"Oh, be quiet, Harry. We're miles from all civilization - "

"So how did they get here? I tell you, they're spies for You-Know-Who!"

"Don't be ridiculous, Ron. They're only kids."

"Hermione - "

"Oh, we'll be okay," Nudge said. "We're totally used to roughing it. We've been doing it for a while. No big deal, seriously."

But that only seemed to encourage the girl – Hermione? – even more. She pulled Ron and the other boy (Harry?) to the side and whispered something to them. Ron moaned, but Harry frowned, nodded and sighed.

"One night," he said firmly. "Just one."

"Excellent!" Hermione clapped her hands excitedly. "Now, who wants to help me with the tent?"