A Crossover, the kind you'd almost expect from some cliche tv show

[ForgeAus]

Note: Feel free to add in a fandom that fits...


Spike looked around, he could hardly believe he'd made it this far... but times were dangerous for a Vampire in the era of space travel... too many eyes watching, true victims were harder to come by... but for now that wasn't the problem, he knew who was hot on his tail, as soon as his evil drives had kicked back in he went on a killing spree...

Counsellor Troi was conferring with Ezri Dax when her coffee mug was knocked over by the man who'd just flew by their table... he was obviously in some kind of rush...

"How rude," Dr. Bashir said arriving with a segway into what was otherwise a private conversation, and nodding to the half-Betazoid across the table, "Deanna Troi?... Your paper on Transferrence of Altarian protosorrow was nothing short of inspiring."

Meanwhile Angel had barely noticed the sting from the hot coffee on his clothes, he had no time to loose, Spike was his number 1 priority now. What he couldn't seem to understand is how there were only so many places a vampire could go on a station this size but the slimy blond rat had managed to give him the slip. Angel wanted, so badly, just to stake his heart, it would be so easy, feel so good finally being rid of that blond idiot he seemed to be bound by fate to... but it would also be so wrong... but his train of thought was interrupted so he quickly intercepted the voice on the other end "Kinda busy now, chat to you after"
"But your Willowbot is fixed, I th.... " Angel cut off the signal...

(note: I hope I gave you a good enough place to start... whoever feels like adding something)

 

[Ravenloft]

Just as Angel cut off his com signal, he recieved another, this one coming from the... "Blond idiot" several strides ahead of him. "Angel, are you still back there? I have to say, this is turning into quite the merry little chase. Kind of working up a sweat here, like all those times I knocked boots with your precious Buffy. Brings back memories, it does." Spike said with a sadistic scoff as he rounded another corner. There it was, just ahead, Quarks Bar. "Bout bloody time..." Spike hissed as he pushed on, ducking into the bar. He tossed Quark a bar of gold pressed latinum and said one word. "Holosuite!" Without missing a beat, the Ferangi input a simple passkey, which opened the doors to said holosuite. "In fact, Angel, I think its time you join me on this stroll down memory lane! Computer, run program!" Spike yelled as he dashed into the holosuite. An irish country side formed around him, and up on a hill over looking a cliff, stood an old lighthouse.