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shanachie_quillI've been working on a Sanctuary/Losers crossover and I am interested in seeing if anyone other than my usual suspects would like to read this...so i thought I'd post a teaser here and I'll pimp it later tomorrow (er later today) and see what people think...I'm just posting a couple of sections of what's written and if people are interested, I'll keep it on my list of things to work on now. These are in chronological order for the story, but do not necessarily hook together.
Section 1
All five Losers stared as the men that had been standing in front of them shimmered then vanished. A moment later the jaguars that appeared bounded off into the jungle. Clay blinked, then slowly lowered his gun. “Did anyone else see that?” he barked.
His team looked at each other as if unsure how they should respond. “Umm,” Pooch started, “Only if you did, Colonel.”
“What the ever loving fuck?” Roque demanded. “Men do not turn into cats!”
Clay shook his head. “We need to…whatever the fuck just happened we need those men.”
“I think this is out of our skill set, Colonel,” Jensen broke in. “But I might have an idea.”
“Not your crazy conspiracy theory friends.” Pooch rolled his eyes.
Jensen had already dropped his pack and was reaching for his radio, obviously intending to make contact. “No. Someone else. I think he can help or maybe his boss.”
Clay held up his hand when it looked like the other Losers were going to start in on Jensen. “We need help. If Jensen’s friends can do it, without compromising our mission,” he nodded, “do it.”
Section 2
Clay raised his eyebrow as the three civilians stumbled into their camp, turning to Jensen. “This is your help?”
The lighter haired man lifted his head, still breathing heavily and commented, “Henry? The next time a friend of yours asks for assistance? Can we maybe please not involve jungles? Or mountains? Or water?”
The other man grinned slightly. “The mountains were not my fault. Blame the doc for that one.” He waved at the soldiers. “Hi. Henry Foss.” He pointed at the other man who had straightened up completely now and was looking around curiously. “Will Zimmerman. And Cee Macleod.”
Jensen had gotten to his feet as he spoke and now he crossed over to Henry, grinning at him. “Hey, man. Thanks for coming.”
Henry nodded. “No problem. You said something about men and cats? It sounded like it might be up Cee’s alley so she volunteered to come along.”
Pooch looked her over, she barely looked like she could keep up with the two men she’d come with, although she hadn’t been breathing nearly as heavy as Will. She didn’t appear to be listening to the conversation, but was looking around the trees and up into the foliage. “Are you some kind of cat doctor or something?” he asked her.
“Who me?” she replied. “Hell no. I’m a tattoo artist.” At Henry’s sigh, she added, “I just have some special skills that might be useful. I give Henry’s boss a hand from time to time. I used to do a lot of hunting and tracking, but not as much now.”
Henry shook his head. “Yeah. Anyway. Jensen, where did this happen?”
“Look, you three may be armed, but we’ve got no idea what kind of shots you are and we’re not going to let you just go blundering into where ever these things just disappeared the other day,” Clay broke in.
“I don’t think you understand,” Will replied. “This is what we deal with. We’re actually more qualified than you are to deal with this. You have no idea what you’ve stumbled on.”
“Says who?” Clay demanded.
“Hel-lo, alpha males,” Cee broke in. “I got a better idea. How about you point me in the right direction and I’ll go take a look see? No one is gonna see me. If there’s nothing there and the coast is clear…I’ll either come back and get you or give you a yell. Okay? Can your male egos live with that?”
Clay crossed his arms and glared at her. “And how are you going to do that?”
She pointed upwards. “I’ll take the overland route. Trust me. No one will even know I’m there.”
Henry had divested himself of his pack as she spoke, pulling a tablet from it. Jensen looked interested as he booted it up; handing it over to Cee once it was started. “Did you have an option in mind?” he asked as she flipped through files.
“Yeah. This one. Small, maneuverable, easy to hide.” She flipped the tablet around and handed it back to him. Henry nodded as she dropped her own pack, glancing around at the trees. “I’ll start there.” She pointed. “And move northeast, shouldn’t take me long to get to the spot.”
“You’re not traveling alone,” Clay broke in. “It’s not safe.” He motioned to Cougar, who stood up in a smooth motion.
She glanced over at him. “No one else can travel the way I plan to. You can probably move pretty fast and that’s a nice SR-25, so you’re used to being up high, but trust me I’ll be there and back before you get even halfway off the ground. It’s not bragging, it’s fact.”
Henry looked at the soldiers. “Jensen called me and asked for our help. If you really don’t want it, fine. We’ll head home. But if you do want it, trust that we know what we’re doing. If something military comes up, we’ll bow to your knowledge.”
The two groups stared at each other for a few minutes before Clay spoke to Jensen, never taking his eyes off the strangers. “You trust them?”
“They know what they’re doing, Colonel. At least about this,” Jensen answered firmly.
The Sanctuary group had been waiting semi-patiently; they seemed to take Jensen’s words as agreement. Cee pointed to the branch she had selected and said to Henry, “Gimme a boost?”
Pooch stepped forward at her words, offering, “Here I can probably do…” but Henry had already laced his hands together and Cee stepped into them, bracing her hands on his shoulders. Pooch blinked as the slight looking man heaved her upwards, easily tossing her to reach the branch she wanted.
Cee dangled for a moment, then swung herself upwards until she disappeared into the foliage. “Henry?” she called a minute later.
“Yeah, Cee?” he answered.
“Look out below,” she replied and within a few seconds things began falling out of the tree.
Will shook his head as he helped Henry gather up boots, jeans, a t-shirt, and the other things she dropped down. “Well, at least she waited until she got up there,” he commented, making Henry grin in response.
The Losers looked at them as they stuffed them into her pack. “Umm…is she…naked up there?” Jensen asked, trying to peer through the leaves and get a glimpse of her.
Section 3
Will glanced at the military men as Cee and Henry arranged the sleeping bags in a nest big enough for all three of them. “I’m not so sure this is a good idea,” he commented as Cee curled up in the center of the pile.
Henry had stripped off his shirt and boots, sliding into the pile with her and blinking up at Will. “Then grab your bag and sleep elsewhere, Will. It’s a puppy pile. Nothing else, but neither of us are going to sleep any other way.” He lowered his voice, “And it’s not like you haven’t done this before.”
Will grumbled, but shucked off his boots, laying down on Cee’s other side. He’d just closed his eyes when a warm hand gripped his arm, drawing it over the body next to him. “You’ll feel better,” Cee murmured to him.
“You do remember I’m not Clan,” he answered, even as he turned, sliding his arm around her waist and resting his hand on Henry’s hip.
“Doesn’t mean you don’t find touch comforting,” Henry replied. “Now would both of you shut up and go to sleep?”
Will grinned as he heard what was obviously Cee smacking a kiss on Henry’s chest in retaliation, but didn’t open his eyes. He didn’t need to see what if anything the other man would do. He knew it wouldn’t progress beyond verbal harassment with him right there, but he still didn’t need to see it.
Section 1
All five Losers stared as the men that had been standing in front of them shimmered then vanished. A moment later the jaguars that appeared bounded off into the jungle. Clay blinked, then slowly lowered his gun. “Did anyone else see that?” he barked.
His team looked at each other as if unsure how they should respond. “Umm,” Pooch started, “Only if you did, Colonel.”
“What the ever loving fuck?” Roque demanded. “Men do not turn into cats!”
Clay shook his head. “We need to…whatever the fuck just happened we need those men.”
“I think this is out of our skill set, Colonel,” Jensen broke in. “But I might have an idea.”
“Not your crazy conspiracy theory friends.” Pooch rolled his eyes.
Jensen had already dropped his pack and was reaching for his radio, obviously intending to make contact. “No. Someone else. I think he can help or maybe his boss.”
Clay held up his hand when it looked like the other Losers were going to start in on Jensen. “We need help. If Jensen’s friends can do it, without compromising our mission,” he nodded, “do it.”
Section 2
Clay raised his eyebrow as the three civilians stumbled into their camp, turning to Jensen. “This is your help?”
The lighter haired man lifted his head, still breathing heavily and commented, “Henry? The next time a friend of yours asks for assistance? Can we maybe please not involve jungles? Or mountains? Or water?”
The other man grinned slightly. “The mountains were not my fault. Blame the doc for that one.” He waved at the soldiers. “Hi. Henry Foss.” He pointed at the other man who had straightened up completely now and was looking around curiously. “Will Zimmerman. And Cee Macleod.”
Jensen had gotten to his feet as he spoke and now he crossed over to Henry, grinning at him. “Hey, man. Thanks for coming.”
Henry nodded. “No problem. You said something about men and cats? It sounded like it might be up Cee’s alley so she volunteered to come along.”
Pooch looked her over, she barely looked like she could keep up with the two men she’d come with, although she hadn’t been breathing nearly as heavy as Will. She didn’t appear to be listening to the conversation, but was looking around the trees and up into the foliage. “Are you some kind of cat doctor or something?” he asked her.
“Who me?” she replied. “Hell no. I’m a tattoo artist.” At Henry’s sigh, she added, “I just have some special skills that might be useful. I give Henry’s boss a hand from time to time. I used to do a lot of hunting and tracking, but not as much now.”
Henry shook his head. “Yeah. Anyway. Jensen, where did this happen?”
“Look, you three may be armed, but we’ve got no idea what kind of shots you are and we’re not going to let you just go blundering into where ever these things just disappeared the other day,” Clay broke in.
“I don’t think you understand,” Will replied. “This is what we deal with. We’re actually more qualified than you are to deal with this. You have no idea what you’ve stumbled on.”
“Says who?” Clay demanded.
“Hel-lo, alpha males,” Cee broke in. “I got a better idea. How about you point me in the right direction and I’ll go take a look see? No one is gonna see me. If there’s nothing there and the coast is clear…I’ll either come back and get you or give you a yell. Okay? Can your male egos live with that?”
Clay crossed his arms and glared at her. “And how are you going to do that?”
She pointed upwards. “I’ll take the overland route. Trust me. No one will even know I’m there.”
Henry had divested himself of his pack as she spoke, pulling a tablet from it. Jensen looked interested as he booted it up; handing it over to Cee once it was started. “Did you have an option in mind?” he asked as she flipped through files.
“Yeah. This one. Small, maneuverable, easy to hide.” She flipped the tablet around and handed it back to him. Henry nodded as she dropped her own pack, glancing around at the trees. “I’ll start there.” She pointed. “And move northeast, shouldn’t take me long to get to the spot.”
“You’re not traveling alone,” Clay broke in. “It’s not safe.” He motioned to Cougar, who stood up in a smooth motion.
She glanced over at him. “No one else can travel the way I plan to. You can probably move pretty fast and that’s a nice SR-25, so you’re used to being up high, but trust me I’ll be there and back before you get even halfway off the ground. It’s not bragging, it’s fact.”
Henry looked at the soldiers. “Jensen called me and asked for our help. If you really don’t want it, fine. We’ll head home. But if you do want it, trust that we know what we’re doing. If something military comes up, we’ll bow to your knowledge.”
The two groups stared at each other for a few minutes before Clay spoke to Jensen, never taking his eyes off the strangers. “You trust them?”
“They know what they’re doing, Colonel. At least about this,” Jensen answered firmly.
The Sanctuary group had been waiting semi-patiently; they seemed to take Jensen’s words as agreement. Cee pointed to the branch she had selected and said to Henry, “Gimme a boost?”
Pooch stepped forward at her words, offering, “Here I can probably do…” but Henry had already laced his hands together and Cee stepped into them, bracing her hands on his shoulders. Pooch blinked as the slight looking man heaved her upwards, easily tossing her to reach the branch she wanted.
Cee dangled for a moment, then swung herself upwards until she disappeared into the foliage. “Henry?” she called a minute later.
“Yeah, Cee?” he answered.
“Look out below,” she replied and within a few seconds things began falling out of the tree.
Will shook his head as he helped Henry gather up boots, jeans, a t-shirt, and the other things she dropped down. “Well, at least she waited until she got up there,” he commented, making Henry grin in response.
The Losers looked at them as they stuffed them into her pack. “Umm…is she…naked up there?” Jensen asked, trying to peer through the leaves and get a glimpse of her.
Section 3
Will glanced at the military men as Cee and Henry arranged the sleeping bags in a nest big enough for all three of them. “I’m not so sure this is a good idea,” he commented as Cee curled up in the center of the pile.
Henry had stripped off his shirt and boots, sliding into the pile with her and blinking up at Will. “Then grab your bag and sleep elsewhere, Will. It’s a puppy pile. Nothing else, but neither of us are going to sleep any other way.” He lowered his voice, “And it’s not like you haven’t done this before.”
Will grumbled, but shucked off his boots, laying down on Cee’s other side. He’d just closed his eyes when a warm hand gripped his arm, drawing it over the body next to him. “You’ll feel better,” Cee murmured to him.
“You do remember I’m not Clan,” he answered, even as he turned, sliding his arm around her waist and resting his hand on Henry’s hip.
“Doesn’t mean you don’t find touch comforting,” Henry replied. “Now would both of you shut up and go to sleep?”
Will grinned as he heard what was obviously Cee smacking a kiss on Henry’s chest in retaliation, but didn’t open his eyes. He didn’t need to see what if anything the other man would do. He knew it wouldn’t progress beyond verbal harassment with him right there, but he still didn’t need to see it.
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