I'm a haven for grumpy old men...
What is it with my email? Does it have a sign hanging out that says, "grumpy old men with old injuries here"? I swear, if I get one more vicodin spam...
This could simply be a sign that I need to write more grumpy old men fic (does Scott count, now that he has Poccy in his head? I think he does... Plus. 15 years spent in the future? Yeah.. so going there.)
Hey. Notes on Cally/Avon... Ooh. And the sequel to Kitty/Remy. Hey! I also have Sam and Jack yelling at each other. They do that a lot in my head.
Hush, Eva. It's not a crossover.
Yet.
*runs*
This could simply be a sign that I need to write more grumpy old men fic (does Scott count, now that he has Poccy in his head? I think he does... Plus. 15 years spent in the future? Yeah.. so going there.)
Hey. Notes on Cally/Avon... Ooh. And the sequel to Kitty/Remy. Hey! I also have Sam and Jack yelling at each other. They do that a lot in my head.
Hush, Eva. It's not a crossover.
Yet.
*runs*
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(Although... shoot me now, a B7/SG-1 crossover has minor appeal.) :)
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Of course, you could do the alternate universe/time travel thing. That could be... wrong.
Damnit.
*eyes*
Do you know how absorbing this sort of crossover would be? And I even have fertile ground for it. A little Farscape/Blake's 7/other thingie universe that would take months to write and end up looking like a massive novel. Because it would be... full of plot. For once.
And, well, I could easily add in Stargate, but that would be horribly wrong.
Gah. Must. Stop. Thinking.