Well, tonight I'm tired and bored together.  Also last night I teased Hitomi
about her SM fanfic idea, so it's only far I set myself up for something.  I
can only think of three, not ten, but here they are.  

Most Unlikely AMG crossovers


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David Boman passed through the Stargate, through the strange, long
corridors of light.  He was terrified.  Alien worlds seemed to hover nearby
and then, he was in a room.

Just a room.  Very clean, lots of objects with smiley faces on them.  After
sitting there a while, trembling, he popped the EVA pod's hatch and
climbed out.

As he walked about in the room he thought he heard the sound of a shower
through the Plexiglas of his space helmet.  He went toward what might be
the bathroom.  The door in front of him opened and a twelve year old girl,
with long black hair and three guitar picks arranged on her face, stepped
out of the bathroom clad only in a towel.  Her reaction to him was
immediate.

"EEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU
OLD PERVERT!"

"Ah,  just a minute Miss", David responded, "I'm not a pervert and I'm not
that old."

"WANNA BET!", yelled the girl, and from out of nowhere a long handled
mallet appeared in her hand and she swung it down on his head.  The
helmet literally rang like a bell.  

"Ow," commented Boman, "this is going to make me old before my time."


From:  2@@1, A Skuld Oddessy


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"OK, God."  Crocket flopped into the chair and squared off against the self
described informant and deity.  A light brunette, very pretty, probably too
expensive for an honest man.  She winced when he called her God, but she
was the one who had explained her source of information as "her own
divine powers".  Crocket pulled out his pocket knife and went to work on
the end of a fresh cigar.  "We've got the feds checking the details on those
Swiss Bank account numbers.  We've got 
a team heading to the South Miami warehouse you fingered.  We've got
black and white's bringing in the pushers you listed.  I guess there's nothing
for Detective Tubbs and I to do but sit here and wait with you until it's
over.  Cause it's sure as hell too late to stop any of them now."

"You still think I'm a fraud, Detective Crocket?"

"Damm right, sweetie."

"Careful there," said Tubbs from behind one of his debonair but concealing
smiles.  "Her Divinity might think you were taking her name in vain."

"There is one last wrong to set right with regards to the Calderone gang",
she said, "I've concealed it till now since it is really a private matter for
Detective Tubbs."  The girl placed a set of pictures on the table.  The were
of a young boy, of African/Caribbean ancestry.  

Crocket recognized the ploy at once.  His face hardened.  "Lady, you just
stopped being a cutesy new age phenomenon and became a low down, ..."

"Sonny, stop", said Tubbs.

Crocket wheeled on him. "You mean to tell me she's going to take you in
too?!  Your son got blown up in a car bomb with his mom!" 

"This is his face.  I'd know it."

"Goddamm!", growled Crocket, throwing his hands up in the air,
"Goddessdamm, while I'm at it!" 

"I'm a believer now.", said Tubbs, though he looked very dangerous.
"Where is this, how do I get there?"

"If you and Detective Crocket will follow me,..."  The brunette stood up
and walked to the full length mirror on the squad room wall.  She touched
it, and ripples of blue light spread from her finger...


From:  Belldandy Vice


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Holmes examined the bathrobe.  "Do you see this Watson?"

The doctor leaned closer.  "Ah!  On the collar there. A light brown
powder.  ... I'm sorry Holmes but I'm completely baffled.  What would
Professor Moriarty use that would leave such a trace?"

"Thats just it Watson, I find it highly unlikely that Moriarty would disguise
himself using women's makeup.  And a shade fitting to a woman of African
or Indian Subcontinental decent at that."

"Good heavens, Holmes.  You mean to say you've deduced that much from
the residue on that collar?"  

"Don't let him fool you.  He must have heard about me and guessed that I'd
worn that."

We spun.  There in the doorway lounged a woman. The very woman
described to us in the Opium den by the informant Holmes had so
distained.  Her hair was the requisite snowy white.  Her body, please
excuse my frankness, was quite able to enhance the effect of her suggestive
Chinese dress.  Her skin was just the brown shade found on the bathrobe
collar.  And amplifying this effect were her exquisite green eyes.


From: Sherlock Holmes; The Affairs of the Unlikely Goddess


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I and I alone am the unworthy one responsible for this travesty.

Jim Nutley
jnutley@lvnexus.net
"Deniability does NOT rule!"