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X-Men/Buffy/Second Sight/Touching Evil (R)
Title: The Paninaro of Angry Weasels Named Flibble by Ana "Lyssie" Cotton
Pairing: None
Author on LJ: I don't know
Author Website: Lyss' Insanity Lair
Why this must be read: This story is a well-written fantasy/mystery, tense and atmospheric, using each of the characters perfectly. It's a fabulous example of a plot-filled comic fanfic and I would have recommended it even if it wasn't crossover day.
I'm not a big fan of crossovers generally, especially multi-fandom ones. I usually find them forced, like the author just picked their favorite sets of characters and smushed them together. But this story, with the most fabulous title ever, is so organic that you find yourself forgetting that these characters inhabit four different universes. What do you mean Rupert Giles never met Pete Wisdom? Unbelieveable!
The first time I read this fic, I found myself leaning closer and closer to the screen, holding my breath. This isn't a fast-moving story, but I know you'll enjoy it.
Continuing to studiously ignore the other two combatants, Remy wondered if Pete's boss-lady would be pleased with his tardiness if they didn't fetch the item that night. From what he'd heard of Scicluna, second-in-command of Black Air, the super-secret black ops crew of Britain, she wasn't one to cross.
The streetlight fizzed, the lightbulb flickering. It reflected off the man's hand, catching Gambit's eye. It was as if he were plated in armour. Remy frowned and looked closer. It wasn't armour. It was as if the man's arm was actually metallic. He blinked, tuning back into the conversation.
"I owe you nothin'." Wisdom snapped, reaching up to light his cigarette. For a brief moment, the flare of the lighter illuminated his face, then it was gone. Even then, it was still easy to see the inscrutable look he wore.
"Are you trying to ruin your nightsight, Wisdom?" demanded the tall, burly man.
"I told you Dayspring, sod off."
"Not until you tell me why you're skulking outside the British Museum in the middle of the night."
"For my health."
"It's cold and drizzling."
"I like rain."
Remy decided it was time to step in. This was becoming tedious. Besides, he wanted to get back to bed. Where it was warm. "Excuse me, gentleman."
Wisdom glared at him, "Stuff it."
"I don't have to stand in the rain and take abuse from you, Wisdom. I can quite easily leave you here, the money is still going to be in my account in the morning." Remy straightened and turned to go.
"Ah, wait. Bloody thief."
Dayspring looked amused, "I thought he was leaving because you were insulting him."
"Shut up, Nate."
The Paninaro of Angry Weasels Named Flibble (scroll down a bit, it's the sixth story under her name)
Pairing: None
Author on LJ: I don't know
Author Website: Lyss' Insanity Lair
Why this must be read: This story is a well-written fantasy/mystery, tense and atmospheric, using each of the characters perfectly. It's a fabulous example of a plot-filled comic fanfic and I would have recommended it even if it wasn't crossover day.
I'm not a big fan of crossovers generally, especially multi-fandom ones. I usually find them forced, like the author just picked their favorite sets of characters and smushed them together. But this story, with the most fabulous title ever, is so organic that you find yourself forgetting that these characters inhabit four different universes. What do you mean Rupert Giles never met Pete Wisdom? Unbelieveable!
The first time I read this fic, I found myself leaning closer and closer to the screen, holding my breath. This isn't a fast-moving story, but I know you'll enjoy it.
Continuing to studiously ignore the other two combatants, Remy wondered if Pete's boss-lady would be pleased with his tardiness if they didn't fetch the item that night. From what he'd heard of Scicluna, second-in-command of Black Air, the super-secret black ops crew of Britain, she wasn't one to cross.
The streetlight fizzed, the lightbulb flickering. It reflected off the man's hand, catching Gambit's eye. It was as if he were plated in armour. Remy frowned and looked closer. It wasn't armour. It was as if the man's arm was actually metallic. He blinked, tuning back into the conversation.
"I owe you nothin'." Wisdom snapped, reaching up to light his cigarette. For a brief moment, the flare of the lighter illuminated his face, then it was gone. Even then, it was still easy to see the inscrutable look he wore.
"Are you trying to ruin your nightsight, Wisdom?" demanded the tall, burly man.
"I told you Dayspring, sod off."
"Not until you tell me why you're skulking outside the British Museum in the middle of the night."
"For my health."
"It's cold and drizzling."
"I like rain."
Remy decided it was time to step in. This was becoming tedious. Besides, he wanted to get back to bed. Where it was warm. "Excuse me, gentleman."
Wisdom glared at him, "Stuff it."
"I don't have to stand in the rain and take abuse from you, Wisdom. I can quite easily leave you here, the money is still going to be in my account in the morning." Remy straightened and turned to go.
"Ah, wait. Bloody thief."
Dayspring looked amused, "I thought he was leaving because you were insulting him."
"Shut up, Nate."
The Paninaro of Angry Weasels Named Flibble (scroll down a bit, it's the sixth story under her name)
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