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Classification: Crossover I think I should explain that part of what I am trying to do with this story is to mix as many storylines together as possible and still make it interesting and true to the characters. The challenge to myself is to effectively blend some old sci-fi shows with some new sci-fi shows and maybe even a movie or two, but just those that I am familiar with. Another challenge I have is trying to get reviews from those that read my work. Please help and send reviews.

HOLODECK ON DEEP SPACE NINE "If you will follow me," the doctor said. Since being activated on Voyager, the holographic physician had taken on many hats. Now to his contempt he had been reduced to tour guide. He could understand Captain Janeway's reasoning, however, as the tour group consisted of fifteen Klingons drunk on blood wine and battle lust. As a hologram, the Voyager doctor was the least susceptible to injury and thus the most likely to survive any drunken incident.

The doctor had wanted to do an initial work up on Wade Welles, but she was currently busy downloading vast amount of data into the Starfleet computers and meeting with her friends. Dr. Crusher had said she would do a preliminary exam of Wade and inform him if she found anything unusual, but he knew Crusher's attention would be divided since she was also examining Bruce Banner and the effects of gamma radiation on his body.

As the doctor and Klingon warriors entered the holodeck, it was currently running a twentieth century Earth program of a Las Vegas casino. People milled around laughing, talking, drinking and gambling. On a stage on the far side of room, two male singers sang 'Mack the Knife' to a number of tables seating men and women listening with rapt attention.

"Computer, end program."

The room and people vanished leaving in an eerie void a black room striped in yellow. The doctor was very familiar with how the holodeck worked being that he was fashioned using the same technology.

"Hey, what do you think you are doing? Sammy and I were right in the middle of a song!" came a protest from across the room.

The doctor looked over in surprise. One of the singers that had been on stage had not digitalized with all the others and did not appear to be very happy. "I'm sorry. I hadn't realized that anyone was using the holodeck. The computer didn't register any crewmembers using this room."

"I always occupy this room," fumed the singer who was dressed in dark formal evening attire. "This is where I work! Guests are always welcome as long as they don't disrupt things."

The doctor paused in thought. He looked back at the restless Klingons, three of whom were struggling to carry in a caldron of their intoxicating liquid through the holodeck door without spilling it all. Several of the other Klingons were trying to lighten the weight of the caldron by filling up their goblets and drinking even faster. The doctor shuddered and returned his attention back towards the singer. "Excuse me for asking, but are you a hologram?"

"Yeah, but that's no reason for interrupting my own program!"

"Fascinating!" the doctor said with exuberance. "I'm a hologram, too!"

"So, that doesn't mean you can just come in here and just turn off-" The singer looked at the bald man in the blue and black Starfleet medical uniform for a second. "You're a hologram? And you just walked in here? From Quark's bar? How did you do that?"

"I've been equipped with an holo-emitter," he answered showing the device on his left arm. "It's very practical, making it possible for me to go and experience things outside the confirms of the Sickbay or Holodeck. Which is a good thing considering my profession as a physician. It's often been necessary for me to go planet-side to-"

"Hold up, doc. What's it take to get one of these emitter things? I've kinda had a hankering to see what's on the other side, so to speak"

"Uh, this actually is the only one. It was obtained when I was captured by a twentieth century business man who was using technology obtained from the twenty-seventh century by-"

"But other holograms such as myself can use it, right?"

"Ah," the doctor said, feeling a little uneasy as he realized where this vocal performer was going with his question. "Potentially, yes, but-"

"Then maybe we can work a trade, temporary that is," amended the singer upon seeing the other holographic person's concern. "You and your-" he glanced back at the Klingons briefly, "'-friends' can use my holodeck while I use your holo-emitter to check out Deep Space Nine for the next couple of hours."

"I really don't know," the doctor said hesitantly.

"This is my holodeck, you know," the singer said. "Sisko gave me permission to run my program 24/7 so if you need to use this room you need to deal with me."

The doctor fidgeted. The Starfleet admirals had taken over the other holodeck along with a number of their personal technicians. He didn't dare arrive over there with fifteen punch-drunk Klingons who were already getting restless. He couldn't talk to Captain Sisko about the arrangement he had made with the holographic singer because he had retired to his room to rest. Captain Janeway had been given authority of all activity relating to the monitoring the Borg activities through the portals had created in Quark's Bar until the admirals or Captain Sisko returned.

"Very well," the doctor said coldly. He carefully removed the emitter from his arm and attached it to that of the other holographic man. "Please remember to return in four hours or you may run out of power and find out you don't exist anymore."

"Everything worth having has a steep price," said the singer. "By the way, I'm Vic. Vic Fontaine.

The doctor shook Vic's hand automatically. "You have a name? Fascinating!"

"Why shouldn't I have a name? Everyone else does?"

"That's what I told Captain Janeway," the holographic doctor said. "She gave me permission to choose one for myself. I'm still searching for one that suits me though."

"You can always just go by Doc." Seeing the glare the doctor gave him, Vic just shrugged. "It was fine for one of the seven dwarves. Doc Holiday, too. But, hey, I'm outta here!" He gave a quick wave at the Klingons who were milling around there caldron on Klingon blood wine and then stepped out of the holodeck.

Before the doctor could do anything, the Klingons began demanding their entertainment. "Right," said the doctor. "Well, let's see." He looked at the device in his hand and no idea how it worked. At Captain Janeway's request, Q had come up with a means of entertaining the rowdy Klingons who were their allies and thus they didn't want to have to put them in the brig. But since the Klingons were caught up in watching the Borg attacks, Q adapted the holodecks to so that they could view the various Borg battles being fought in the invaded parallel worlds.

"Computer, please configure someone to explain how to use this device."

"Specifications?" asked the female sounding computer voice.

Looking back at his group, he decided on, "Someone that wouldn't be fazed by a band of Klingons."

The holodeck background quickly changed to that of a twentieth century modest living room. A man sitting on a sofa sat with his back to toward them. In front of him was a small television to which he seeing to be aimlessly clicking a small television remote at. He wore a long sleeved blue shirt that appeared wrinkled even from the back. His tie was half undone and hung loosely and forgotten around his neck. His pants were undone at the waist and his right hand sunk halfway in to separate the annoying waistband from where it had rubbed tight against his flesh all day.

"Pardon me," said the doctor.

The man looked back lazily, his eyes half glazed, at the doctor and the group of fierce-looking Klingons in his living room.

"Peg! More of your relatives have shown up unannounced!" the man on the couch shouted to someone they couldn't see.

The doctor shook his head, not understanding what the man had just said. "Uh, could you tell me your name," he asked coming around the couch.

"Al Bundy. Shoe salesman extraordinaire." Al motioned for the doctor to sit down.

The doctor was surprised at the manner of this man. He didn't ask question why they were there or even pull his hand from his waistband. He considered asking the computer to find another subject but the Klingons were already tightly gripping their d'k tahg daggers in a manner that made him believe that they may actually have come up with a way to inflict harm on him.

"Yes, well, we were wondering if you could show us how to use this." He handed over the device the Q had created over to the uncouth shoe salesman.

"Great goobly gook! Now this is a Universal Remote!" He pressed a button and his small television expanded to take up one side of the living room. "Now that's a powerful remote," Al laughed. "Now let's see what's on! Right, fellas?"

The Klingons lifted their flagons and let out a roar of agreement. The doctor soon found himself squished on the sofa with a Klingon on one side and Al on the other. The shoe salesman leaned back, then reached behind him to pull out a plastic bag from between the cushions. "Anyone care for some pork rinds?" he offered, taking a bit for himself.

The Klingon on the other side of the doctor reached obtrusively past him, snagging the bag before any of the other Klingons could. He looked at it carefully, sniffing cautiously, before jamming a handful of pork rinds in his mouth. The others watched, more hesitant about Earth food. "Delicious," the first Klingon said in Klingon. The bag was quickly snatched from him by three different hands, effectively causing the cheap plastic bag to shred, sending a shower of pork rinds everywhere, including a much disgruntled holographic doctor.

Al chuckled. "Don't you just love a night with just the guys?" he rhetorically said to the doctor. "No women. No Children. Just men behaving like they should."

Most of the Klingons, except for an officer, were picking pork rinds off the couch and a very offended doctor to eat.

"They have no manners at all!" remarked the doctor in disdain.

"Exactly," Al said, turning to the show on the extra-large television set.

"Benson! Benson!" a woman shrieked with a thick German accent as she entered a plush, spacious office of the governor's mansion.

"Over here, Kraus," came an answer. A forty-year-old Black man looked up from where he had been hiding behind his desk.

"Benson! The National Guard are not stopping them! They keep coming!"

"What do you want me to do about it?" Benson asked.

"We have to get the governor out of here!" she insisted.

"I'm all for it. I have him here behind the desk." He looked down accusingly. "If I can just get Clayton off my legs, then I think that we can get the governor out of here,

Clayton Endicott III looked up over the desk. "Is it over? Is it safe?"

"What's the matter with him?" Gretchen Kraus asked as she came around the desk to check on the governor herself.

"Clayton's just scared," Pete Downey said, popping up behind the desk, too.

"No, you idiots! The governor! What's wrong with him!"

Benson DuBois helped the German woman pull the limp body of Governor Gatling off the floor. "Far as I can tell, he's just been stunned. That energy beam that hit him seemed to have just rendered him unconscious. But how or why I have no idea."

"It's Communists!" Clayton said in a terrified tone.

"It's not Communists!" chided Kraus, shaking her head at the spineless man.

"It's aliens, then! We're being invaded from Outer Space!" Downey proclaimed.

"It's Communist aliens!" amended Endicott, not to be outdone, even in a panic.

"Get a hold of yourself, man!" Benson said to Endicott. "You were the one that said we should make a stand and show support by staying in the Governor's Mansion even while those attackers were close by."

"Now you listen to me?" Clayton said, in disbelief. "Fine. Now I'm saying we should get far away from here and let the National Guard and whatever other military branches that come to help do whatever they can to stop these things."

"Kraus," Benson said, ignoring Clayton. "Help me with the governor up."

Gretchen, being of a sturdy build, was the best choice in helping Benson move the governor, and she had no qualms about doing so. "Benson, you're the Lt. Governor. What should we-"

"Political comedies," Al said, shaking his head dismissively. "They'll never catch on." He casually changed the channel.

Click.

"Look out, Scooby!" Shaggy yelled.

The large brown dog backed away from the drone while pulling Daphne with him down the street. The dog growled defiantly, and whilst he lacked the courage to attack the drone, he was not willing to leave one of his Human companions to the strange man/machine creature approaching them.

A movement overhead caused the Great Dane to look up. Suddenly, Scooby found himself grabbed and hurtling through the air supported solely by a strong arm around his waist.

Before he could get his bearing upon landing, his friend Shaggy was all over him. "Man, Scooby, you were like a hero trying to save Daphne like that."

"Speaking of heroes," Velma said. "That was a nice save, Boy Wonder."

"It just Robin now, if you don't mind," replied the young superhero who had swung down and carried Scooby to safety. "I've kind of outgrown the whole 'Boy Wonder' thing." Robin's attentions were divided. He watched the cybernetic people march down the nearly empty cobblestone streets of the small French villa, but he was also very much intrigued by what Batman was doing. The Dark Knight had pulled the Daphne to safety, just as Robin had rescued Scooby, but somehow Daphne was not well. Grayish spiderwebs spread under her skin causing Robin to feel great alarm. "Holy skin problems! Batman, what's happening to her?"

The Batman had out a powerful handheld magnifying glass and was studying Daphne's right arm where the spreading gray veins were most intense. "Something has been introduced to her bloodstream. And it appears to be metallic in origin." He looked up to regard them all. "I'll have to study her further elsewhere. I can't be conclusive here."

"Batman," Velma interrupted. "Just before this all happened, Black Vulcan was trying to rescue Freddy from those cyborg people. They shot Black Vulcan with one of those beams from the weapon they wear on their arms and he seemed to dissipate."

Batman nodded. "Most likely his energy form was dispersed. It will take him hours to reform."

"Rey, Rhaggy, rook," Scooby said, pointing with a paw.

"Zoinks! It's the swamp man that we came looking for!"

"Holy Moley!" Robin shouted. "That's not just any swamp man! That's Solomon Grundy!"

"And that means that the rest of the Legion of Doom must be nearby," concluded the Darknight Detective.

"But look," Velma said. "Grundy has the same mechanical pieces on his body that the other people have, too."

"And look behind Grundy," Robin said. "There's Black Manta, the Toyman, and the Riddler! They've all been transformed!"

Flying over a small house, a skinny, dark-red skinned man with pointed ears, in a tight black uniform aimed a yellow ring at the oncoming drones and fired. A yellow beam flew from the ring and struck the drones harmlessly as their force shields around their body appeared and protected them.

"They've already adapted!" shouted a large talking ape that had climbed on top of the small house. "Sinestro, use your ring on the ground underneath them!" The ape then tore off most of a brick chimney and threw it down on the marching drones as a means of distraction. The chimney was instantly vaporized, however, and no drones were harmed.

The rouge Green Lantern didn't acknowledge that he had heard the talking ape, but did use his power ring to scoop up the ground under the transformed Grundy and tossed him high up into the air towards the river.

"Sinestro and Gorilla Grodd fighting against their teammates?" Batman mused. "Something must have gone wrong in their plans. Why am I not surprised?"

"Batman, what are you going to do?" Velma asked.

"Keep the people clear, first. We need reinforcements before charging in there. Not only would we have to face those cyborgs, but most likely the Legion of Doom, too." Silently he ran through the list of Super Friends that he could call. Superman and Green Lantern were in deep space returning the Wonder Twins to their home; Wonder Woman was dealing with an attack by Queen Clea on Paradise Island; the Flash was returning his foe, Abra Kadabra, back to the 64th century; and Aquaman was being coronated as king of Atlantis. Hawkman, Hawkwoman, Green Arrow, Black Canary, Samurai and Apache Chief were already in route to help, but he could sure use some help right now. And considering what they were up against he'd like for there to be some more powerful members to help him. Perhaps, the Super Friends needed to recruit some more members. That new hothead hero, Firestorm might be a good candidate, he thought.

"Ratman! Rook! A row rying rane!"

"What's Scooby on about?" asked Robin.

"There!" Shaggy shouted. "A low flying plane!"

"I recognize it," Batman said with a smile.

"I do, too," Velma said. "It's the Blue Falcon and Dynomutt!"

"You know," Al remarked. "I hate all the Hollywood moviemakers taking old cartoon shows and turning them into movies. Can't they come up with anything original anymore?"

The doctor just shrugged, not being able to reference what Al was referring to. He did notice that the Klingons were captivated by what they were watching.

Al raised the universal remote and changed the channel yet again.

Click.

"No! No! No!" shrieked the mad scientist. "All my plans! Ruined!"

If anyone in the chaos around him heard, they gave no sign of it. Count Dracula was in one corner fighting for his unlife against the werewolf that Larry Talbot had once again turned into. The count pulled his mauled arm away from the Immortal werewolf and hissed his anger. "You hairy fiend! I'll tear you to pieces for that!"

Unbeknownst to the rabid wolf man, as he was blocking the various scientific devices of the time that the notorious count was throwing at him, the large metal door to the mad scientist's laboratory had been opened, giving access to several drones, one of which had obviously been Dr. Frankenstein's monster, now upgraded in ways the long dead doctor had never imagined.

Two drones stopped near the doorway to analyze the various equipment nearby while the others continued further into the room. One drone picked up an old journal that had belonged to Dr. Victor Von Frankenstein, somehow sensing it's worth to the Collective, he began scanning through the pages.

"No!" screeched the lab-coat wearing doctor. "I struggled hard to get that journal! You shall not steal it from me now!" The scientist threw several beakers of fluids at the drone, causing both the drone and the book to smolder.

The companion to the drone turned and bathed the acid covered drone and book in a bright white light which effectively neutralizing the acidic components. The first drone was badly scarred on its exposed flesh but its metallic parts just seemed to shine a little more than the others. The infamous journal of Dr. Frankenstein, however, was ruined.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Now I alone know the secrets of Frankenstein!" mocked the mad scientist. "And once I replace my laboratory, I shall build my own creatures! And with them, I shall complete my destiny and rule the world!"

Two tubules impaled the scientist in his abdomen, sending nano-probes throughout the scientist's body and effectively silencing the raving scientist.

The wolf man turned from attacking the vampire when a stray shot from one of the drones nicked him. Growling, the werewolf took in his attackers. The cursed creature's senses hated the unnatural smell caused by the mixture of man and alien technology. He clawed the air in warning, the broken manacles on his wrists jingling.

Frankenstein's creature raised his arm toward the werewolf. The wolf man took this as a sign of attack, and lunged at the composite creature. The monster-drone grabbed the werewolf by the throat and kept the flailing creature at arms length while other drones came forward with tubules extended.

Count Dracula, freed from his bout with the ferocious werewolf, decided that it would be better to flee and come back later when he had the advantage. Drawing into himself, the count used his vampiric powers to shrink himself down to the size and shape of a bat. Taking wing, the vampire bat made for a nearby window. Just before escaping into the night sky, the bat was stunned by three separate beams of light, and thus the smoking bat fell hard on the stone floor at the feet of a drone.

"Those old Transylvanian horror flicks. Classic. But it looks like we've got to this show right before the credits roll." He bit into a pork rind that had fallen onto his lap. "Well guys, how about we see what else is on?"

The Klingons roared their approval, causing the doctor to hold his hands over his ears at the sudden onslaught of sound. Al just laughed and raised the remote.

Click.

*****

QUARK'S BAR ON DEEP SPACE NINE Kenny scowled at the Ferengi bartender even as he backed away. It had taken the young appearing thousand-year-old Immortal ten minutes of arguing before Quark would give him anything other than a minor's drink.

Sitting down at his table, he sipped cautiously at the drink, making sure not to flinch at its odd flavor.

"So what do you think of synthehol?" Jake asked.

Kenny's face grimaced. "Something's wrong with it. There's something not right in the taste."

Jake Sisko nodded. "Everybody says that. It's designed to allow a person to have the intoxicating effects of real alcohol drinks but without hangovers or getting sick."

"Sounds good in theory," Kenny said, eyeing the glass in his hand distrustfully. "But I bet it wouldn't have gone too far during the Prohibition Era."

"That was in the early 1900's, right?"

"Sure was," Kenny replied. Glancing up, he studied the six blank glowing panels. It was hard for the small Immortal to fathom that everyone here had been able to watch everything that had happened at the Rosemont Convention Center. And even then, Quark still hadn't wanted to give him a drink.

"What's that one over there?"

"Ah, that's Mr. Mott. He's a Bolian. I believe he's the barber on the Enterprise." Jake looked at his data-padd, considering what he should ask. It wasn't often that he got to interview someone with a thousand years worth of history. "What would you say was your favorite time period?"

"The 1960's and 70's. Traveling with hippies. They were generally more friendly and generous than most people. They also didn't care if I came or went so I could pretty much do what I wanted. What's that one over there? The golden skinned one talking to the Doctor."

"That's Commander Data. He doesn't belong to any race. He's an android." Before Jake could from his next question, he was interrupted by a feminine voice.

"Jake? Jake, what are you doing here?" The familiar spotted figure of Ezri Dax sat down at Jake and Kenny's table. "I thought your father made you leave the station back at Bajor."

A pained look crossed the young man's face. "Ezri, don't tell him I'm here. I'm a reporter and I have a chance to get some real good stories here. My dad doesn't understand-"

"Your father is the captain of this space station, Jake. You two may not-"

"Whoa! Whoa! Back up the train there," Kenny said, jumping to his feet. "Did you just way that we are on a space station, like as in outer freakin' space!"

"You thought we were planet-side?" Jake said.

"The Doctor said we were going into the future and that there would be aliens but he didn't say anything about going on a freakin' space station! Where's a window! I gotta look out a window!"

"Um, well, you can get a good look of Earth from out on the Promenade," Jake said.

Kenny was running out of the bar, bumping only into a few late-night patrons on his way, including the Doctor, who decided to end his conversation with Data and see what his new companion was so excited about. Another of the bumped victims turned to Jake and Ezri to ask what that was all about, but instead smiled and came over upon seeing two familiar faces. "If it isn't the ever endeavoring young Sisko and the very beautiful Ezri, isn't it a beautiful night for a walk?"

"Vic?" Ezri exclaimed in disbelief.

"How are you able to be out of the holodeck?" Jake asked.

Vic Fontaine chuckled. "Met a fellow hologram from Voyager who lent me this little number." He tapped the emitter on his arm lightly. "So I'm using it to stretch my legs."

"Good for you," Ezri said.

"What I want to know is where is everybody," Vic said. "I mean it's not everyday that I'm out and about."

Jake glanced around. Even Morn was gone from his stool at the bar. "It's late for us, Vic. Most everyone has gone to bed. Even my dad. Captain Janeway is currently in charge in dealing with the Q."

"What's the Q?" Vic asked.

Across the room, two men turned away from the debate they were having with a very frustrated Captain Janeway.

"Now Q,-" began one of the men.

"No, Q. This demands our attention." Both men were wearing Starfleet admiral dress uniforms with every decorative medal that Starfleet handed out. The second man led the way over to where Vic and the others were still talking.

"Q, what is he doing?" Janeway asked.

"I'm afraid we are going to find out, Kathryn."

"You need an introduction to the Q," spoke Q2.

Janeway stepped between Q2 and the small group. Other small groups of people staying up late quickly scattered to the corners in any attempt not to gain the attention of the two Qs. "Q2, let's just go back to our table and go over the list of potential candidates."

Q2 shook his finger at Janeway. "No need when we have such potential candidates here. Why the young man right there looks like he'd do very well to adjusting to a new universe," he said, putting a hand on Jake's shoulder.

Janeway shot Q a look, causing him to squirm. Then he realized just who's son Jake was. Realizing he had to do something, Q turned to face his fellow Q. "What are you trying to do to me? This boy is too scrawny to go against the Borg. You need someone more fierce, like a Klingon."

"Fine, I'll have a Klingon for my second choice," Q2 responded, snapping his fingers in dramatic flare.

In a flash, a bed appeared in one side of bar. Occupying that bed was a male and female in various form of undress, passionately kissing each other. It was the woman that suddenly realized that they were no longer where they once were. "Worf!"

The Klingon glanced up, and immediately sized up the situation. "Q!" he roared. Jumping off the bed with only his pants on, Worf leaped at the two Qs only to be frozen still in the air.

"My, he does appear formidable, doesn't he? Very alpha-maleish." Q2 remarked. The unmoving, muscular form of Worf stared daggers and growled at the roguish Q as the self-proclaimed omnipotent being slowly walked around him as if he were a statue to be studied. "Still, I think I prefer to choose his bedmate. Yes, I choose the Human/Betazoid hybrid empath."

Deanna stopped pulling blankets up to cover her as she realize just what she had been chosen for. "I accept."

"Do you?" quipped Q2. "How very good for you since you have no choice in the matter."

"Pardon me," interrupted Data. "But I have noticed that most Humans are more comfortable when fully clothed when they are indoors with more than one persons present." He then put down a neatly folded pile of cloths down that had been made for the councilor at a nearby replicator.

Q contemplated his colleague's tactics, trying to outguess the other Q's motives. "So, you've chosen Troi for your Enterprise selection and Worf or the boy, Jake, for Deep Space Nine." Each Q had settled on selecting one member from the Enterprise, Deep Space Nine and Voyager to stop the Borg in a selected universe, then when the Borg had been stopped – through destruction, deprogramming or just contained – they would select another group to save another universe. As far as the selections went, Q2 had already reasoned that it meant that the people eligible to be selected just had to have an affiliation with Voyager, Enterprise or Deep Space Nine. Also anyone on either of the vessels or space station during this time was also a candidate to fight against the Borg.

"I think I'll stick with Miss Troi and the young Mr. Sisko," Q2 said with a smile.

Jake sat still in his chair, scared but knowing enough not to do anything that might cause the powerful being to just wipe him out of existence.

Deanna looked with forlorn eyes at Worf, feeling his anger, frustration and very well directed hate towards the two Qs. She also felt his fear towards what might happen to her.

"Mmmrgh!" Worf managed to growl out from his frozen lips.

"I do think that he wants your attention," Q2 said in a pseudo-helpful manner.

Q walked sharply over to the front of the half naked Klingon hanging in mid- leap. "I can't change Q2's mind about Deanna, crab-head," Q spoke. "So stop distracting us while I try figure out how to make the best of this."

"Mrrphh mmsrhh mmmrrr!" Worf shouted through his still lips.

Q threw up his hands. "Fine. Fine. I pick Worf as my next choice." Worf unfroze and fell hard to the floor. He rolled and jumped to his feet instantly, prepared to pounce again if he thought for an instant that he could.

Deanna, fully dressed now, grabbed Worf's arm and tried pulling his resisting form to the door, but he just stood there glaring at the two Qs. "Worf, please. Don't make it worse," she pleaded. "Help me to get the things we want to bring with us. We want to be prepared." Reluctantly, Worf allowed her to pull him one step, and then another, toward the exit to the Promenade.

After they had gone, Q2 glanced around at all the still faces in the room. "Now that was dramatic."

"Dramatic?" responded Vic. "That was just sadistic the way you played with their emotions! Who is this bozo?" he asked those around him. Even Data, who had experimentally turned on his emotion chip, could not manage to say anything.

"Bozo? Bozo? Perhaps I should select you so that you can gain a greater appreciation for the Q and all that we do for the good of the universe!"

"Good of the universe?" scoffed Vic. "Seriously, who is this bozo?"

Q snorted in laughter, but Q2 was not at all amused. "Very well, you shall be one of those I select to go to the next place selected and go against the Borg."

"I get to go on a trip?" Vic smiled. "I'd love to." Data leaned up next to the holographic singer and quietly began to explain a few things to him, such as who the Q and Borg were and what the mission was all about.

Q smiled as he held up a hand for Q2 to pause. "Well, since Vic comes from Deep Space Nine, then you will have to relinquish Jake as your representative."

"Nonsense. This one," he said, waving dismissively towards Vic, "is my Voyager selection."

"But he's not from Voyager," Captain Janeway said, finding her voice again. She was willing to try help Q out as he was trying to get Jake of the hook.

"But the holo-emitter that he is wearing is from Voyager. The programmable person running on it is just happenstance."

"Then I choose the Voyager's holographic doctor," Q said.

The doctor suddenly appeared next to the bed that Worf and Deanna had materialized on. "State the nature of the medical-" He paused and looked around. "Wait a minute. I was just babysitting a pack of Klingons watching a team of shape changing, self-willed robots that called themselves Autobots or Decepticons go against the Borg and a group called G.I. Joe that had been turned into drones and now I'm here." He looked intently to Captain Janeway, "Did those Klingons damage my programming or has something else happened?" It was then that he spotted Vic who was still wearing the doctor's portable holo-emitter. "What a minute! There are no holo-emitters in the walls of Quark's bar! How am I able to exist?"

"Because I simply will it," Q answered in a tone that silenced the doctor. Now he addressed Q2, "And since this Starfleet medical program is my selection from Voyager and he has first dibs on the emitter-" he said, casually pointing to the device Vic had on his arm. "-you shall just have to make another choice."

Q2 shook his head. "Here," he said, handing over something that flashed into existence in his hand. It was an exact duplicate of the device Vic now wore. The doctor took it and quickly put it in place on his arm, feeling more comfortable with it there and trusting in it to keep him corporeal rather than the whim of a Q, as ironic as that was.

"And now we both have one," Vic said, slapping the doctor's shoulder.

"When we get back we are switching emitters at the earliest opportunity," the doctor said. "I prefer to have the original."

"It seems we both have made our selections for Voyager," Q2 said. "I believe you still have one more choice to make. And since Worf could count for either an Enterprise or Deep Space Nine entry you still have a very wide selection."

"It's not that easy," complained Q. "It's not like just picking the next person to walk through the entrance of Quark's bar."

"But it can be," Q2 said, sitting down and staring at the doorway, finalizing Q's choice.

Janeway's words of protest fell on deaf ears, and then were pointless when someone stepped into the bar.

He stopped in the doorway, somewhat startled at all the attention directed his way. "Ah, I was just asked to-. That is, I'm supposed to see how everything is going down here." He swallowed a lump in his throat. "Everything is all right, right?" he asked nervously. "Why is everybody looking at me and shaking their heads?"

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Author's Notes: Hello, and welcome to another of my crossover stories. I know I'm mentioning a lot of crossovers when covering the holodeck in the first chapter but I am not having nearly as many crossovers as my last story. That was just too many crossovers even for me though I loved doing it.

With my new crossover, the Borg will be invading Australia. I could use Croc Hunter and Crocodile Dundee I suppose if I get enough reviews asking for them. As for what I have in mind all together you will have to wait till my next posting to check out, but you will like it. I had thought to wait on posting until I had written the next groups selected and the arrival but that would take a while and this way you get to start reading the story sooner.

MARRIED ... WITH CHILDREN (1987 - 1997)

Al Bundy – (Ed O'Neill) Peggy Bundy – (Katey Sagal) – mentioned only

My use of Al Bundy as a television guide to viewing the other parallel worlds being attacked by the Borg was an idea that surprised even me. I chose him because of all the TV characters out there, he's the only one that immediately comes to mind as to spending time watching television. I suppose I could have used Homer Simpson but that would have been pushing things even for me.

BENSON – (1979-1986) Lt. Gov. Benson DuBois – (Robert Guillaume) Gov. Eugene Xavier Gatling – (James Noble) Gretchen Wilomena Kraus – (Inga Swenson) Clayton Runnymede Endicott III – (Rene Auberjonois) Peter 'Pete' John Downey – (Ethan Phillips)

As for the other universes glanced at in the holodeck, 'BENSON' was chosen because of one thing. Two actually. Rene Auberjonois plays the bumbling, self-important Clayton Runnymede Endicott III, but you may 'or may not' recognize him as Deep Space Nine favorite security chief, Odo. As for Ethan Phillips who played Peter Downey, he also is a little hard to recognize under all the makeup and everything that it takes to create the figure we all know as Neelix.

SCOOBY-DOO, WHERE ARE YOU? (1969 – 1972) THE NEW SCOOBY-DOO MOVIES (1972 – 1973) THE SCOOBY-DOO/DYNOMUTT HOUR (1976 – 1977) SCOOBY AND SCRAPPY DOO (1979 – 1983) THE NEW SCOOBY-DOO MYSTERIES (1984 – 1985) THE 13 GHOSTS OF SCOOBY-DOO (1985 – 1986) A PUP NAMED SCOOBY-DOO (1988 – 1991) WHAT'S NEW, SCOOBY-DOO? (2002 – PRESENT)

SUPERFRIENDS (1973 – 1977) CHALLENGE OF THE SUPERFRIENDS (1978) SUPERFRIENDS: THE LEGENDARY SUPER POWERS SHOW (1984) Scooby-Doo meets Batman and Robin was a classic cartoon from my childhood. It was also one of the most famous crossover cartoons. I just took it a step farther here. Batman and Robin had belonged to the Super Friends like forever, thus I wanted to show Robin aging out of the Boy Wonder scene. Also, for a while the Super Friends were always going up against the Legion of Doom that was a collection of their worst foes that the heroes normal faced as individuals. The co-leaders of the Legion of Doom were Lex Luthor and Brainiac, which I thought added a nice crossover twist to my last story. As for the Blue Falcon and Dyno-Mutt, I believe Hanna-Barbera was trying to make a Batman and Robin version of Scooby and Shaggy to sell for the cartoon Saturday morning lineup. Actually the Blue Falcon probably is more like Fred but you understand what I mean. Of course, there is the whole Buffy/Daphne similarity now with the Scooby-Doo movies.

Various Monster Movies of the 1930's and 1940's

I've chosen these Transylvanian creatures of the night because they have done a lot of crossovers themselves, including various actors playing different roles. Bela Lugosi made the ever-famous DRACULA movie in 1931. In that same year, Boris Karloff played FRANKENSTEIN. In SON OF FRANKENSTEIN, Karloff was still playing the monster was now working with him as the mad scientist's assistant was Bela Lugosi in this 1939 movie. In 1941, Lon Chaney Jr. played Lawrence 'Larry' Talbot who was bitten and became THE WOLF MAN.

In 1942, THE GHOST OF FRANKENSTEIN, Lon Chaney is back but this time as the Frankenstein monster. Bela Lugosi returned as well as the hunchbacked assistant Ygor.

It was in 1943 that we have our first real monster crossover when FRANKENSTEIN MEETS THE WOLF MAN. But in this movie we also have another crossover twist as Bela Lugosi plays the part of Frankenstein's monster and Lon Chaney Jr. returns to the role of the cursed werewolf. Strangely enough, it was also in this year that Lon Chaney Jr. also played the part of Count Alucard (spell the name backwards) in SON OF DRACULA.

As if there weren't enough monsters bumping into each other, in 1944, HOUSE OF FRANKENSTEIN showed the wolf man going up against Dracula and the Frankenstein monster. Lon Chaney Jr. returned to play his role as the forever cursed Lawrence Talbot while the part of the monster by Glenn Strange and Dracula was played by John Carradine (John was the father of David Carradine of the Kung Fu television series).

Chaney, Carradine and Strange returned to their roles in 1945 in HOUSE OF DRACULA to do more monster battling. In 1948, Lon Chaney Jr. returned as the Wolf Man, only this time to try stop Dracula(Bela Lugosi) from putting the simple controllable brain of Lou Costello in the body of the Frankenstein monster(Glenn Strange) in this monster spoof ABBOTT AND COSTELLO MEET FRANKENSTEIN.

In other monster movies, Lon Chaney Jr. played Kharis, the mummy in THE MUMMY'S TOMB in 1942. He returned to the role in 1944 with John Carradine playing the Egyptian high priest Yousef Bey in THE MUMMY'S GHOST. Chaney plays the role of the mummy one final time in 1944 in THE MUMMY'S CURSE.

TRANSFORMERS (1984 – 1987)

G.I. JOE (1983 – 1986) Both shows were from the Saturday morning lineup of the 80's. Many of the people who did the voices for the shows did them for both and many, many more. Leonard Nimoy even did one of the voices in the Transformers movie.