More Than a Story- The Ultimate Crossover Fic

Time to write!

When I stumbled upon this quote, an idea was borne in my being which delighted the mind and tickled the soul. And this is the first piece of it. It is one I intend to keep on playing with, because it's going to allow me to play with some of the most brilliant characters ever created, at least by my own accounting. Unfortunately, copyright policies impel me to say that regrettably I do not own the characters who are CLEARLY not mine which I will so cleverly attempt to manipulate in this endeavor of mine, and I only hope that someone out there will enjoy reading it. 

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. - George R. R. Martin

I grew up being "that nerd girl" who was always in love with fictional men, and was obsessed with reading. As a child I loved Star Wars and Harry Potter, as a teen I loved superheroes, and in college I got introduced to Time Lords and the beauty of all things BBC.

And that was great. I considered myself a normal, college student, with maybe a little extra geekiness on the side, but I never really considered I was anything special.

I can't tell you the number of times I fantasized about meeting one of various characters from the novels and TV shows I let myself get so emotional about. Wouldn't it be great to hang out with Sherlock Holmes, or have a heart to heart with Lizzy Bennett? 

Well, as an English major I must apologize for the dreadful use of the tired cliche, but this was just another scenario when it's better to "be careful what you wish for", because sometimes being thrust into the worlds of various characters throughout time and space isn't as fun and glamorous as we imagine it to be in our heads.

But I guess before I get too deep into the analyzation of wishful thinking, and self-inflicted prophesies, I should clarify. My life went from that of your average College Freshman to that of someone who was expected to be on par with the likes of Indiana Jones and Dora, you know, legendary explorers. In short, everything changed the day I found the Continuum Circuit.
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The Continuum Circuit is not a device like the TARDIS or a time turner, or the "beam me up, Scotty" teleportation pads found on the Starship Enterprise. Instead it's more of a pathway, a portal that exists in its own dimension, and which deigns to show up here, really, only when there's trouble.

I stumbled upon it quite by accident, when walking through the library one day, merely as a shortcut to another class. It was only my third time stepping foot in the library all semester. Not because I wasn't studious, but because I actually preferred studying in the privacy of my dorm room. While many of the girls on my hall adhered to the policy that studying in the dorms would yield ineffective results due to all the activity going on, I found that in the evenings the dorms were actually a very quiet place to be...because all the other girls were at the library. I had merely come into the library that particular day because I thought it might be quicker to go through the library than to go around it, and I was already running late for class. Now that I record this however, I must admit that there are numerous characters with mantras running along the lines of "There are no such things as coincidences", so maybe it was fate that pulled me into the library that day.

Or...maybe it was my innate ability to sense attractive men in the vicinity. Insert sarcastic smirk here. Before we get any further, it should be acknowledged that my geekiness makes me much more prone to fall in love with men until just recently deemed by myself to be "imaginary" than with any I might actually talk to. In this instance however, I quite literally stumbled into a den of dreamboats.

I'd just passed through the metal detectors and was crossing the main reference desk when a strange, multicolored tinted light caught my attention. It was like someone was shining a rainbow underneath the crack of a door, and as I turned to assess the situation, I realized the thin strip of light really was coming from underneath a door. It wasn't a door like all the other doors in the library however, which were boring, and brown, solid and dependable. This door was white and looked like it was made of high grade plastic, but somehow classier. From underneath the door the light was shining, blue in places, pink in others, orange here and there, and mostly green in the middle.

Color me intrigued, forgive the pun. I pushed the door open and shook my head. The scene before me is one   I didn't believe, and one I don't really expect you to either. It looked like a conference room, but maybe a conference room in an insane asylum. The walls and floor were white, and made of the same material as the door. The huge, oval table, which dominated almost 80% of the room was also white, but the chairs surrounding it were black. There were no overhead hanging lights, but there were lights high up on the walls, multicolored lights, which cast colored glows bouncing off the white surfaces everywhere and reflecting back at strange angles.

This almost disco-party affect was not what made me stop and question my sanity, however. The aspect of the scene which made me both want to leave the room and pretend the incident ever happened and stay forever was the fact that seated around the table were Mr. Darcy, Anakin Skywalker, Peter Parker, Lucius Malfoy, and a man I'd never seen before, but whose sonic screwdriver in hand clearly identified him as The Doctor.

To be continued....