Around the World, WK crossover drabbles

Title: Around the World 1: Canada
Team: Schwartz
Words: 100
Challenge: Crossover redux
Crossover: Macdonald Hall
Characters: Schuldig and Bruno

Schuldig is bored.

He sighs and looks at the cockroach in the corner and considers making it suicidal.

There's a disturbance at the door and an adolescent boy sails into the office wearing a brilliant grin. He flops down on a chair.

"I painted the greenhouse pink."

Well, perhaps there's something here more interesting than the suicidal cockroach.

"That's nothing," said Schuldig, "let me give you a few tips, kid."

"Bruno," corrects the kid.

In the parking lot they hear screaming behind them. Schuldig smiles; Crawford should know better than to ignore him when he's bored.

Airports were never the best places to have visions, which may explain why Crawford persisted in having them there.

Halfway onto the place he stiffened up, stopped walking and dropped his carry-on.

Schwartz was used to this, so Schuldig pushed him down the cooridor while Nagi surreptitiously helped and Farfarello picked up the bag.

When Crawford snapped out of it he calmly said,

"We're not getting on this flight." Then he turned and walked back down the gangway, ignoring the worried calls of the stewardesses. Schwartz followed him.

If he believed that flight 815 wasn't their flight then it wasn't.

They shouldn't have brought Farfarello to the church, thought Nagi. Presumably Crawford had a purpose in bringing him, but it didn't make it any easier to sit next to him when he was buzzing with energy with only Schuldig's hold on his mind keeping him in his seat. Nagi edged away cautiously.

A man approached them.

"Mr. Crawford, I'm glad that you came." His eyes ran over the bench, and Nagi shivered.

Crawford cleared his throat, bringing attention back to himself.

"My sources tell me that you have a job for us Mr..."

The man smiled, charming and deadly.

"Lecter."

Nagi stood on the hotel balcony watching events unfold below him. From the room behind him he could hear Schuldig and Crawford conversing softly. He tuned them out, listening to the sound of gunfire from across the city.

A door across the street opened and their contact stumbled out. Nagi watched as a threat emerged and the man lost his gun. Nagi edged it towards him surreptitiously, then turned to Crawford.

"Halfway around the world for that," he complained, "Why did we bother?"

Crawford smiled. "Trust me, Mexico will be a much more interesting place with Agent Sands still alive."

Farfarello was loose. He had eluded Crawford's foresight, Schuldig's mind probes, and he was in a city with plenty of churches...but churches weren't his aim tonight.

He was following the man called Angel.

He was thinking about ripping the man's spine out, except it wasn't that easy, because there were fangs involved, and he hadn't been expecting that.

He warily circled the other, ignoring the bleeding wound on his neck. It wasn't an actual angel, which meant that theoretically he should be returning to Schwartz now...who would lace him in a straitjacket for the rest of their stay.

Farfarello attacked.

Farfarello had gotten loose again, which was annoying, but Crawford had seen that he would return later that night, covered in blood and with a manic smile on his face.

As team leader he was more concerned about their current business. He couldn't read the client at all, and more worryingly, neither could Schuldig, which made him wary of accepting the contract.

The client rolled a coin over his fingers in a lazy, snakelike fashion, one eyebrow rising below his slicked back hair.

"Is there a problem?"

"Perhaps you could tell us about the target. What's his name?"

"John Constantine."

It was rather irritating to be interrupted in the middle of a hit by a spandex-clad man swinging on gossamer-thin threads through the high buildings.

Nagi could have swatted him down like a fly, but Crawford refused to let them take the bug-man out. Instead he smiled, whispered a few words to Schuldig and led Schwartz out of the room.

As they walked out Nagi wondered what future Crawford was seeing that he would so easily surrender their victim to Spiderman's embrace.

The young son of the Osborne mogul glared at them and turned his face into his rescuer's shoulder.

Why Crawford insisted that they visit schools Schuldig would never know. What he did know was that he was once again left waiting while Crawford spoke with the headmaster.

The difference was that this time he had a guard, a haggard looking man. Nothing unusual that Schuldig would play with; even his thoughts were-

Holy shit!

Schuldig stared, bug-eyed.

Was it fair that Crawford got to talk with a harmless old man and left Schuldig with a monster?

He eyed his companion speculatively, and was gratified to see the man look slightly worried.

Now what to do with a werewolf?

Ah, England. Finally a normal country where Schuldig could relax and have a beer, even if he did have to babysit Farf. He caught a snippet of slightly slurred conversation behind them.

"I'm telling you that I wasn't responsible for the bloody Peloponnesian War, Angel!"

Another voice responded, "Well, you did an excellent job of taking credit for it, demon dear."

Schuldig carefully put down his drink, reconsidering his desire to get smashed. It would probably be wise to remove Farf from the vicinities immediately.

There was a crash to his left and he knew that it was too late.

Finally they were home, free from annoying schoolchildren, vampires, demons, mutants, psychotic murderers. Well, except for Farfarello.

The welcoming committee met them outside the airport, four assassins with cat names. Life had finally returned to normal.

That was before a roaring noise drew their attention to the seashore.

Nagi was thinking of his desktop computer, Crawford of their luxury apartment, Schuldig of the local bar, Farfarello was thinking nostalgically about the chains on the walls of his room; Weiss was just upset that they now had to put up with two intrusions.

The big green lizard never had a chance.