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• Robb Stark X Arthur Pendragon

• Tauriel x Valkyrie

• Napoleon Solo X Midge Maisel

• Lara Croft X Diana Prince

• Vortigern Pendragon x Sansa Stark

• Erik Lehnsherr X Susan Pevensie

• James Kirk X Rey

• Klaus Mikaelson x Kisa

• Daisy Johnson X Eggsy Unwin

• Blair Waldorf X Stiles Stilinski

• Beverly Marsh x Eleven

• Matt Murdock X Selina Kyle

• Lydia Martin X Bucky Barnes

• Natasha Romanoff X John Wick

• Darcy Lewis x Derek Hale

• Joseph Dredd x Octavia Blake

• Maria Hill x Merlin

• Thranduil X Loki Odinson

• Steve Rogers x Mera

• Dean Winchester x Wynonna Earp

• Daenerys Targaryen x Clarke Griffin

• Ravenna X Morgana

• Murphy and Connor MacManus x Anna

• Frank Martin x Lorraine Broughton

• Baby Doll x Priest 

• Gretel X Prince Nuada

• Margaery Tyrell X Roan

• Maleficent X Jared

• Dutch x Leonard McCoy

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They’d taken her brother. Fucking fairies had taken Hansel. Gretel didn’t know what to do. She didn’t even know fairies fucking existed.

Edward was the one who told her about the Court. He didn’t want to, but he was worried she might hurt herself badly if he didn’t give her something. She felt bad for putting him in this position, because he was legitimately scared of telling her about something so sacred to his kind.

However, Gretel was too desperate to heed his warning as she should have.

The guard didn’t want to let her in, so she attacked him (he would survive), but she didn’t get far.

The kick that hit her came out of nowhere.

“Where do you think you’re going, human?” 

As Gretel lay on the ground, trying to get her breath back, she marveled at the disgust on this being’s voice when using the word ‘human’.

That was fucking rich.

“Give me my brother back, you bastard!” She hissed at him.

He arched a brow in her direction. “Why would I do that?”

She got up on shaking legs. “Because if you don’t, I’ll hunt every single fucking fairy down until there’s not one of you left.”

She finally got a proper look at him. He was white; and she didn’t mean white like she was white. He was truly white, like the clouds in the sky, like milk. He was also…

Not going there.

“Your brother was taken by fairies?” He arched an eyebrow at her.

“Yes!” She threw at him, pissed at his nonchalance.

He lowered his spear. “You should come with me, human.” Then turned his back and walked away.

What the actual fuck?

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“We’ve secured the ship, Captain.”

“Thank you, Parker.” Steve looked around the ship. “Have we found out what they were transporting?”

A column of water rose from the ocean, and all agents pointed their guns at it. Steve picked his shield up and got ready for trouble.

He just wasn’t ready for her.

A woman landed on the ship, a few feet away from him. Her hair was red and even weet it was vibrant and her clothes were skintight, and the coloring was making him think about one of those Disney movies Darcy had made him watch.

She looked around, but ignored the guns pointed at her, until her eyes fixed on him.

“Are you their leader?” She demanded of him.

“Yes, ma’am. Who are you?”

She let his eyes take him in and jutted her chin up. “I’m princess Mera. The technology in this ship belongs to my people. I came to claim it.”

Steve’s grip on his shield tightened. “And who would your people be?”

“The people of Atlantis.”

“Atlantis? As in… The lost kingdom?” He asked, disbelief obvious in his voice.

She arched an eyebrow at him. “Do I look lost to you?”

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Fury had called Bucky to his office and the man in question wondered what this could be about. He’d just returned from a mission and Fury normally didn’t send him out right after coming back.

Was it because of the prank he pulled on Sam? Maybe it was the punchbag he’d destroyed? It was only the second this month.

He knocked on the door and waited for Fury to tell him to come in.

“Sir?”

Fury wasn’t alone. There was also a red headed woman with gravity defying high heels in the room.

“Ah, agent Barnes. Come meet Agent Lydia Martin.” Fury called him. “You two will work together from now on.”

“No.” Bucky said immediately.

Fury and Miss Martin raised an eyebrow each in perfect synchrony. “Excuse you?” Fury asked dryly.

“With all due respect, Director Fury, my missions are too dangerous to bring a civilian along.”

“I don’t know if your hair is covering your ears, sweetie, but I am an agent.” Lydia informed him. “I work with intelligence.”

“I work better alone.” Bucky insisted.

“Clearly.” She scoffed.

“I’m glad to see you two are getting along.” Fury clapped his hands. “Go have a coffee and get to know each other.” He dismissed both of them.

“The cafeteria doesn’t have pumpkin whatever lattes.” Bucky grumbled.

“Then I guess you’ll have to be happy with plain coffee.” She gave him a sugary sweet smile.

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“You’re very far from home, princess.”

Margaery took a deep breath. She supposedly needed this man’s help. “Queen, actually.”

He looked her from top to bottom; he didn’t try to be discrete about it, but he wasn’t particularly lecherous either. Margaery would know. “I don’t see a crown.”

“I had to flee because my husband’s mother wants me dead.” She explained.

Roan, self proclaimed King of Azgeda, snorted. “It is a sad story, princess, It really is. But it’s not my problem.”

“But it will be.” Margaery insisted. “You know that Joffrey was planning to take Azgeda back when he had the crown. Cersei might be worried about the Dragon Queen now, but it won’t take long for her eyes to turn back to your island .”

Roan snorted, and didn’t even change his position on his throne. “As you said… Cersei is worried about the Dragon Queen. If she is the winner of this war, she’ll still have bigger problems for a while longer. Wars cost money. She won’t come after me immediately.”

“But she might come sooner.” Margaery pointed out. “For the same reason I did. To ask for your support.”

“I didn’t know our skills were so famous.” He drawled, clearly beyond bored by this conversation.

“Well, your politeness is legendary.” Margaery threw at him with a smile.

His eyes snapped to her face and he got up. Margaery stood her ground and waited as he made his way up to her. He stood less than a couple of paces away from her. “Careful what you say. We are as polite as we are forgiving.”

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There were dragons, and armies and people that just wouldn’t stay dead.

And now, there were vampires.

Vampires.

Those made Babydoll happy her friends weren’t here anymore. She missed them, and she occasionally felt like a failure for letting so many of them die -Blondie, Rocket and Amber. She hoped Sweet Pea was better off wherever she was. She did feel lonely, like she did now while she was hurt and fighting to stay alive, but she liked to believe they were all in better places.

Only sometimes she felt as if she was lying to herself.

And this was probably the end of the line for her: hurt, outnumbered and way out of her depth.

That was when, for the first time in her life, someone heard her prayers.

She didn’t know where it came from and she barely heard the noise of the metal flying through the air, but suddenly, the vampires started to fall to the ground. The ones left standing ran away.

Her heart was thundering in her chest when he stepped out of the shadows?

“Who are you?” She demanded.

He made a gesture for her to be quiet, then offered her a hand to get up. She hesitated.

“They’ll be back.” He whispered.

He had a cross on his forehead, Babydoll had no clue who he was…

She just wanted to get out of there, so she took his hand.

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“We have to lay low for a while.” Connor said. “We’ve been too obvious.”

“Look, I know we have, but we can’t just let this one go.” Murphy insisted. “Sabrini won’t be in town for too long and he’s the head of the whole fucking thing.”

Rocco looked from one to the other. “Should we really be discussing this right here?”

They looked around the pub. Most of the lads were pissed by now and were hardly paying attention. “We’re fine.” Murphy assured him.

That was when the door opened and a fucking angel came in. Blonde, tall, amazing legs, definetely in the wrong place.

“I saw her first!” Connor and Murphy said at the same time, their previous conversation completely forgotten.

They tried to stop the other from going after her, while Rocco watched them with a certain morbid fascination.

“Excuse me.” She was talking to Doc. “I seem to be lost. Could I use your phone?”

Russian.

“You’re in the Irish part of town.” Murphy told her in Russian.

She turned to him, an eyebrow cocked.

“But we’re friendly.” Connor hurried to add, also in Russian.

Her lip curled up. “I can see that.”

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“Director Fury.”

“Arthur.” Both men shook hands.

“This is Merlin.” Arthur -formerly Galahad, a.k.a. Harry Hart -indicated the man beside him.

“This is Agent Maria Hill.” Fury indicated her. “She’ll be our liaison for this.”

Arthur nodded. “You will be working with Merlin, Agent Hill.”

“Arthur.” She looked at the other man. “Merlin.”

“Agent Hill.”

Silence.

“You guys are giving all the fuzzy feelings.” Eggsy called from his place by the table. “The feeling of union and cooperation are taking over this agency.”

Maria rolled her eyes, while Merlin threw him a look.

“I’ll get Agent Johnson here.” Maria told just Fury before turning her back and leaving.

Merlin and Arthur traded looks. This whole partnership was starting to look like a bad idea…

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“I take you’re King Stark, the Wolf or something.”

Robb was already not impressed. “Or something. And you are…?”

“King Arthur, mate.” The man told him as he stood in front of him, like he didn’t have a single care in the world. “Someone tells me you wanna discuss business.”

Was this man really a king? “Yes. Make an alliance.”

Arthur tsked. “I don’t make alliances based on pretty faces. I’d rather make friends than enemies, but I don’t know you, so how can we make business?”

Was Robb insane, or had this person just said he had a pretty face?

“What do you suggest?” Robb asked dryly.

“Let’s drink, your Grace.” Arthur told him simply. “And by the end of the night I’ll let you know if we should make business.”

“How kind of you.” Robb drawled sarcastically.

“That’s me, a fucking prince.” Arthur chuckled.

Why was Robb so tempted to smile back at this menace?

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Blair glared at the weirdo in front of her. “I might not be a cop, but I can call one.” She pulled her cell phone from her clutch. “And I think I should.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves!” Stiles offered. He kind of wanted to take the phone from her, but he didn’t think that would help him prove he wasn’t there to cause mischief. “I’m not on drugs. Ok? I did come here for the lacrosse match.”

“And?” She pressed, clearly reading behind his half truths.

If he told her the whole truth she’d probably call the police. “I have a podcast.” He spoke.

“A podcast?” Blair repeated slowly, like it was the most stupid thing she’d ever heard.

“Yes. About supernatural stuff.” Stiles jumped into the excuse. “And I read about what happened to the girl here last week, and I wanted to check it out.”

Blair was looking at him like he’d sprouted a second head. “I’m calling the police.” She decided.

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As Sansa Stark entered the room, Vortigern noticed her panic. She was pale, her hands were shaking and he got the impression that a stronger breeze might make her faint.

This was the bride King Joffrey had sent him.

She was painfully young, the same age as his own daughter and she was clearly afraid of him.

Great. That was why he’d chosen her.

He needed a wife and he needed an heir, but he didn’t want to love -or even like -this wife. He wanted someone he could easily ignore, and that would be too scared to demand more. He didn’t want a political, ambitious bride -he was the ambitious one -a young and scared little lady was perfect.

Vortigern wasn’t a complete monster -despite what others might say -and he had no intention of being cruel to her. He knew quite well what she went through at Joffrey’s court, and he didn’t plan on continuing that. He’d leave her alone, as long as she knew her place.

“Lady Sansa.” He made a gesture for her to stop approaching.

She did so immediately, then dropped in a perfect courtesy. “My King.”

She would do.

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Frank didn’t trust people that appeared out of nowhere to talk to him. Years in this profession had made him a little bit paranoid -just a little.

The gorgeous woman who’d just offered him a drink? She was definitely going to get in trouble. He could feel it.

“You know…” He started after he refused the drink. “Most people give me the courtesy of calling before showing up.”

She smirked. “I prefer to do business face to face. Call me old fashioned.”

“I will, since I don’t want to know your name.” He told her dryly.

The blonde woman’s smirk grew into a grin. “I think we have a lot in common. And, what I want from you is very simple.”

Frank scoffed. “You all say that.”

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“Susie told me you’re a fan.”

Napoleon opened a brilliant smile. “The biggest one.”

“I don’t believe you.” Midge Maisel told him simply. “I’ve never seen you around, and you’re not the type the go unnoticed.”

He smirked at her. “Oh my goodness, Mrs. Maisel.”

She rolled her eyes. “So why don’t you tell me the truth? Who are you?”

He sighed -a bit dramatically in her opinion. “My name is Napoleon Solo and…”

“Wait.” She snorted. “Seriously? Your parents named you Napoleon?”

He gave her a look. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” She put her hands up in surrender, but then grinned mischievously. “Napoleon.”

He sighed.

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Loki watched as his father greeted King Thranduil from Greenwood. He had to hold in a snort. He admired and loved his father, but he also knew him well enough to know that all this talk of alliance was probably for nothing.

Odin only cared about alliances that were good for him, and Loki didn’t think the elves had anything to offer Asgard.

“These are my sons: Thor and Loki.” Odin was indicating both of them, so they approached.

Thor was being his normal self -a lovable buffoon -but Loki just observed. He’d seen elves before and they tended to be good-looking, but King Thranduil was ethereal in his beauty. When he turned to Loki he felt he could see an entire constellation in his eyes.

“You have your mother’s gift for magic.” Thranduil observed.

Loki arched an eyebrow. “I do.”

“Perhaps you’ve also inherited her class.” He commented only for Loki to hear.

Now that was an interesting elf…

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Tauriel didn’t like brawls, and she liked even less being in the middle of them. She shouldn’t even be here right now, but her roaming had brought her to this place.

The drunk lady who’d start it all was handling herself quite well, and Tauriel didn’t plan on interfering, because she wanted to be inconspicuous. That was until someone pulled a knife.

Honestly, why would people do that over a drink?

She put the would be attacker down, and the woman turned to her, an eyebrow arched. “I was handling it.”

Tauriel scoffed. “Clearly.”

The woman grinned amusedly. “Help finish this and I’ll pay you a drink after, elf.”

Tauriel was about to say she didn’t want a drink when three other men came in her direction.

“Fine.” She grumbled.

How did she get herself in these situations?

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Lara tried not to steal if she could avoid it. However, this time she -really really -couldn’t avoid it. What she had in hands was a powerful artifact that could change the balance of the world.

So she’d stolen it and now she was running, likely for her life.

Until a woman fell from the sky -quite literally -in front of her.

“You need to give me this.” The woman -holy crap she was gorgeous -told her firmly.

“No.” Lara took a step back. “This is dangerous.”

“I know, that’s why I need to protect it.” She insisted. “You have good intentions, but you’ll get hurt.”

“And you won’t?”

The guards that had been following her gained on her during this conversation. There was a shot, aimed at the woman in front of her.

But she just used her arm -actually her bracelet! -to deflect the bullet.

Lara was agape.

“Well?” The woman pressed.

“I’ll give it to you, but I’ll come along.” Lara offered.

The woman rolled her eyes. “Fine.”

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Erik felt consciousness coming back to him very slowly. He felt as if he was under water and trying to reach the surface, while something kept pulling him down. His limbs were heavy and his mouth was dry.

He had been drugged.

Bit by bit his senses started coming back; he could feel the clean soft sheets beneath him, smell the fresh air.

What was going on?

Erik opened his eyes, feeling his head pounding. The room was too bright, so he closed them again immediately. His lips were parched and he tried to moisten them with his tongue. God, everything hurt.

 “Hey, be gentle with yourself.” A soft voice said from somewhere to his left.

 He heard careful steps, then felt the mattress dip as this person –whoever this was –sat by his side on the bed. He tried to talk, to move, but only managed some grunts and barely any movement.

“Now, don’t be like that.” She –for this was a woman, no doubt –admonished patiently. “Whatever those two idiots gave you was very strong. You’ve been out for almost two days.”

Two days? How was that possible? No wonder he felt so weak.

He finally managed to open his eyes, but his sight was blurred and he could only see dark hair and what appeared to be a halo of light on her.

 “Well, look at those pretty eyes.” He could see her smile, even if not properly.

 “Who are you?” He finally managed to say, his voice croaking.

 “Careful there, darling.” She said patting his hand gently. “I’ll get you some water.”

He felt her getting up. “Who are you?” He demanded this time, but his voice was still weak. It didn’t sound half as threating as he wished.

 “No need to be rude, Erik.” Her voice was chiding and he heard water being poured.

He blinked a couple of times and finally his vision went back to normal. “You know my name.” He accused.

She finally put the jar back on the table and turned to him and he got his first real look at her: dark hair, fair skin, beautiful eyes, a true English Rose.

 “Of course I do.” She said coming back, closer to him. She put the water on the night stand and helped him on a sitting position, putting pillows behind his back. “You didn’t think it was Fate that made me be there at the right moment, did you?”

She sat back by his side, being way to close. She was too pretty for a kidnapper and that didn’t bode well, he thought vaguely as his eyes traced the freckles on her nose.

 “You’ll have a lot of time to stare at me.” She said unfazed. “Drink the water.”

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There was something very wrong in this quadrant. Kirk could almost feel it.

This was within the expansion plans of the Starfleet; new systems, new planets, new alliances. However, everybody here looked at them like they were insane for even being here.

And the more he learned about the government, the less he trusted this whole idea.

Spock, next to him, also had his doubts -though his were for very logical reasons and not gut feeling, because those weren’t logical.

“Let’s go back to the ship.” He whispered to Spock, because the bad feeling was getting worse.

Then he saw the soldiers -Stormtroopers -coming in their direction with weapons.

Oh yeah…

Someone grabbed his arm, and he turned his weapon on them. It was a young woman.

“Come with me if you wanna get out of this planet.” She whispered urgently at him.

He didn’t even look at Spock, he just followed her.

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Klaus didn’t like the idea of new vampires trying to take over his territory. He liked even less the fact that they were coming from the South to do so.

Now, Klaus wasn’t against immigration. He just didn’t want people on his territory. It belonged to him, he killed a lot of people to keep it.

Elijah, always the calmer one, suggested a sit down to discuss terms. He’d agreed, mostly for the chance to put the fear of him on their hearts -he didn’t need God for that.

Now they were waiting for the… Culebras. He didn’t know if this was like a gang name or something of the type.

Then the doors opened and she came in.

Her people were steps behind her, clearly following and respecting their Queen.

Klaus was immediately interested and intrigued.

“I take you’re Kisa.” He told her simply.

She nodded. “Klaus Mikaelson?”

“King of Vampires.” He told her, bowing dramatically.

She snorted. “You can call me La Diosa de los Culebras, then.”

“Goddess?” He repeated.

“You didn’t think I was one of yours, did you?” She flashed her snake eyes at him.

Now he was extremely interested.

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When Agent Hill came back she brought along another agent.

“This is Agent Daisy Johnson, a.k.a. Quake.” She introduced her to the room. “You’ll be working with Galahad regarding the H.Y.D.R.A. situation.”

Agent Johnson looked at Eggsy and came closer. “Galahad.” She offered a hand to shake.
“Hey, there.” He took her hand. “Quake?”

“I’m enhanced.” She informed him.

“Really?” Eggsy couldn’t contain his excitement. “Super soldier?”

“Inhuman, actually.”

“This is going to be great!” He predicted.

Daisy let out a startled laughter, while Merlin and Arthur shook their heads, like embarrassed parents.

“I think we’ll get along great, Galahad.”

“Trust me, we will.”

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Beverly was happy to be living in another city, away from Derry.

Sure, she’d miss some things -some people -but she knew -deep down -that she was better off.

There was a family living next door, and she was pretty sure it was just a mother and her kids. She saw the boys often enough, but she hardly ever saw the girl. She wouldn’t think there was one if she hadn’t seen her once or twice through the window.

One day she went to their house to ask for sugar, and that was when she finally saw her.

“Yes?” The girl asked her without fully opening the door.

“Hi. My name is Beverly, I live next door.” She gave her an encouraging smile. “Could I borrow some sugar?”

The girl looked at her carefully, before nodding. “Come in.” She gave Bev some space to get in and closed the door behind her.

“What is your name?” Bev asked.

“El…” She stopped and shook her head. “Jane.”

“That’s a pretty name.”

Bev’s smile finally had some effect in Jane, and she smiled back at her. Finally.

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“Agent Lewis.”

“I didn’t do it!”

Derek observed as the brunette turned in a panic. Coulson didn’t look impressed, but he also didn’t look surprised. “I don’t even want to know.” The older agent decided. “This is Derek Hale.” He indicated the man.

Agent Lewis turned her eyes to Derek and took him over with a long hard look. “Well, hello there.”

Derek arched an eyebrow at her. “Excuse me.”

Coulson sighed. “This is Agent Darcy Lewis, she’ll be the one giving you your missions.” He turned to Derek. “Good luck, you will need it.”

And the he just left Derek there with her.

“Come on, Frowny.” She called Derek. “I’ll sort you out now and then you can get your first assignment.”

Derek took a deep breath and followed her. Apparently, this was his life now.

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Matt had heard the gunshot from three blocks away. He heard the struggle of the museum guards, and he knew that the thief had escaped them.

He also knew it was a woman, and she was remarkably fast. However, Matt knew these rooftops better than anyone else.

He cut her off two blocks away from the museum. He tried a quick to stop her, but she managed to avoid it.

“Well, well, well…” She drawled. “The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.”

He didn’t lower his guard. “It seems you have the advantage over me.”

She smelled of Chanel, which wasn’t something he expected to find right here.

“Catwoman, darling.” She gave the whip on her hand an experimental shake. “It’s a pleasure.”

“All mine.” Matt replied dryly. “Give me the diamond back.”

“Oh, not like this…” He could hear the bones in her hand and the muscles of her wrist tensing. “You want it? You come and get it.”

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John waited by the bar as he was instructed to do. This didn’t settle well with him. He could do his job very well, he didn’t need help, much less from someone from the Red Room.

However, it wasn’t a choice. He was told they had to work with them, and proof of death had to be brought to both sides.

He was wondering if he’d need to find a axe to part the target’s head in two, when the redhead sat on the stool beside him.

“Excuse me.” He told her.

“A vodka.” She asked the barman, ignoring him.

“We don’t have time to drink.” John told her dryly.

She turned to him, her green eyes shining like a blad. “There’s always time for vodka.”

John sighed. She was going to be one of those.

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Dredd wasn’t the type of Judge who’d go around using words like deja vu, however, if there was a feeling that would be pertinent to this situation, that would be the one.

The Chief Judge had asked to talk to him in the same room where he’d seen Anderson the first time, and there was a young woman on the other side of the glass. Again.

“Octavia Blake.” The Chief Judge indicated the woman who was pacing. Nothing like Anderson, who’d been sitting nervously but still.

“Another mutant?” He asked.

“No. She is a ‘Grounder’.”

Dredd’s head snapped to his superior. ‘Grounder’ was the way some people who lived outside the walls used to call themselves. Normally those were mutants was well, and most of them were petty criminals.

“Then why is she wearing a uniform?” He wanted to know.

“A bunch of them were captured a while back. They didn’t do anything, they were just here to get supplies, but two of them got involved in a brawl, they were all picked up. They should’ve gone to cubes, but they’re good fighters, so we’ve decided to give them an alternative.”

“Why do you want me to take of care of her?”

“Octavia Blake was excellent at everything she did in the Academy. Her marks are off the charts, but she has no discipline. If she can’t work for us…”

She didn’t need to finish that sentence. Once again, Dredd had a problematic rookie on his hands, but at least Anderson had wanted to work.

He opened the door, and Blake turned to him immediately, her eyes assessing him.

“Come with me, Rookie Blake.” He told her simply. “Let’s see if you have what it takes.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You have no idea. Sir.”

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Dean and Sam entered the bar and looked around. There were only a few people around, but that wasn’t shocking considering the time of the day.

Since this was a small town, those people could even be the owners.

There was a woman with auburn hair drinking by the counter. She was hot, so Dean made a beeline for her. “Ma’am. I am Agent Smith, this is Agent Richards.” He flashed her his FBI badge.

She snorted into her glass. “That is the fakest I.D. I’ve ever seen.” She told him amused.

Dean cleared his throat. “Not fake.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Hey, Nicole?” She called without taking her eyes from him. “There’s a dude here with a fake FBI badge… Wanna talk to him?”

The woman he supposed was Nicole, came from the restroom… Wearing a police uniform.

“Shit.” Dean cursed.

“Wanna try that again?”

“We’re Sam and Dean Winchester.” Sam offered. “We’re here because we’ve heard about the weird things that happen in town.”

“Oh no.” The woman made a disgusted sound. “Don’t tell me you have a podcast or something.”

“No.” Dean replied offended.

“Grab a glass or something.” She made a general gesture indicating the place. “Let’s talk.”

“And you are?” Dean pressed.

“Wynonna Earp.”

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Clarke didn’t know if meeting this woman was a good idea.

Alliances were important, but Clarke didn’t know if she should be speaking for her people. She’d done things she wasn’t proud of, but she’d done everything to protect her people.

However, there was nothing left for them here. They were pressured by many other armies, they needed a new place to settle.

Daenerys Targaryen was offering this.

She wanted Clarke to fight for her and, in exchange -she would give her people a place to settle in Westeros.

It seemed too good to be true, but Clarke had to hear what she had to say anyway.

Daenerys Targaryen was even more beautiful that what Clarke had heard. She also really had dragons, which Clarke didn’t know if it was good or not.

“”Wanheda.” Daenerys nodded at her.

Yes, this was who she wanted, the Commander of Death. Daenerys only offered this alliance because Clarke was good at killing people.

“Khaleesi.” Clarke bowed to the other woman. “I’ve heard you want to talk.”

Daenerys’ smile was polite. “Yes, I do.”

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Ravenna didn’t trust many people -to say she didn’t trust anyone. However, looking at this woman right now… She trusted her even less.

She could admire Morgana’s ambition and even her boldness -it did bring her here of all places. It didn’t mean she was about to help the other woman.

“I don’t see how this benefits me.” She spoke after a while.

Morgana’s smile was pleasant, someone comfortable in her own skin, secure of her power. “Alliances are always good.” Morgana pointed out. “And I see us as similar.”

Ravenna arched an eyebrow. “Do you?”

“Yes. Two women who have to use whatever they have to get what they want.”

Ravenna hummed her understanding. “I think we should discuss this further.”

Morgana smirked at her. “Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty.”

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“And who would you be?” Jareth eyed the probable witch in front of him.

“Maleficent. Mistress of Evil, Queen of the Moors, and so on.” She told him, her chin up.

Jareth snorted. “Right. What can I do for you?”

“Your goblins have been crossing into my land.” She told him.

“And?” Jareth drawled.

“And creating chaos.”

“That’s what goblins do.” He told her, completely uncaring of her complaint.

Maleficent moved her fingers and two of his guards became mice. “And that’s what I do.” She told him easily. “So unless you want to change your title from Goblin King, to King of Mice, I suggest you talk to them.”

Jareth watched her with a bit of morbid fascination. Now that was an interesting woman.

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“Bones! Give me a hand with her!”

Bones turned toward Jim’s voice, ready to receive someone in the med bay, however he didn’t recognize the woman in Jim’s arms.

“She isn’t part of the crew.” Bones observed, even as he started checking her. There was blood on her temples and she smelled like chemicals. If he had to guess, he’d say she’d been too close to an explosion.

“No. She’s a RAC agent.”

Bones took his hands off her like she was the one about to explode. “She’s a killjoy? You brought a killjoy on the ship? Are you out of your mind?”

“Patient, Bones.” Jim reminded him.

Bones grumbled, then eventually kicked Jim out of his med bay. He made sure the killjoy was fine -he was a doctor -and got a nurse to keep an eye on her.

Jim didn’t tell him her name, but at least she was fine now. She had minor injuries from the explosion, and the only thing that needed more attention was the bump to her head.

After one hour she’d finally started coming back around, so Bones went to check on her.

“Don’t get up.” He warned, once he saw it was exactly what she was about to do.

“Doctor’s orders?” She said sarcastically.

“Yes.” He replied dryly.

She turned to him, like she was finally paying real attention to him. She sized him up. “Doctor Grumpy?”

“Excuse you?”

“Where’s that captain of yours? He owes me a drink.”

“You won’t be getting it anytime soon.” He pushed her back when she tried to get up again.

She arched an eyebrow at him. “Push me one more time, doc. I dare you.”

Oh great.