|Reviews for The Only Logical Conclusion|
| Elise chapter 3 . 3/1
Great story! :)
| hellseries chapter 3 . 1/8
I was skeptical at first, but you made this work beautifully.
| Sehkmet chapter 3 . 9/1/2013
It would be interesting if you wrote a sequel.
| Sora with an S chapter 3 . 5/23/2013
If they beamed up to the Enterprise, wouldn't Harry hear the whine it makes?
| Crystal M. Key chapter 3 . 2/24/2013
This was *awesome*. I'd never imagined this crossover before, but you did it wonderfully. And you managed to capture Harry's narration style better than most non-Jim people. Thanks! Favorite quotes:
And of course no such list would be complete without a mention of Zombie Sue. I would never forget the amazing adrenaline rush of barreling down the streets of my city with sixty-five million years' worth of predator roaring between my thighs. Neither would Carlos Ramirez, my fellow wizard and Warden of the White Council, who'd been with me on that climactic day, riding an ecto-fleshed tyrannosaur into battle. So it was with no small amount of trepidation that we both agreed our encounter with time traveling aliens- apparently on the hunt for a rogue wizard transplanted from the future- was quite possibly the strangest situation either of us had ever faced.
I could practically feel Ramirez' amused gaze on me as I worked. I paid him no mind, though; location magic was one of my specialties, as was magical improvisation. If it could be found, I could find it.
Once the spell was sufficiently set, I opened my eyes, then nudged the line of salt with my sneaker to break the circle. The chopstick immediately jumped in my hands like a dowsing rod, and I nodded to myself in satisfaction.
"Good, they haven't gone far," I said. "Radius can't be more than a few miles."
"A napkin and a chopstick? Really? Harry, we have got to talk about your sense of style," Ramirez snorted, but he fished a set of keys out of his pocket without prompting.
I grinned at him. "Yeah, yeah. You can school me after we find these guys. In the meantime, to the Carlosmobile! Away!"
We probably should have contacted at least the Gatekeeper at that point, before walking into the motel room the intruders were occupying. But I didn't want to risk the rest of the Senior Council- and the army of administrators who supported them- finding out before I had a good idea of what the consequences might be. And besides- judging by past experience, Rashid had a tendency to involve himself in advance if I happened to need a nudge regarding events that threatened to overlap his jurisdiction. So really, I figured, the lack of warning from his direction should count as permission to do what I wanted to do anyway.
Logic: I has it.
"Yep," I said. Then I summoned a grin for anyone who might be spying out through the peephole and rapped the knuckles of my gloved left hand against the door.
The silence on the other side of the door took on a distinct hushed quality; then a sharp, short phrase that might have rhymed with truck rang out, followed by a flurry of words in the commanding voice that belonged to the one called Captain. He'd definitely recognized us.
Now. I had my suspicions, but there was something I wanted to check...
"Little pig, little pig, won't you let me come in?" I sang out.
The door opened, just to the extent of its security chain, and a blond man closer to Ramirez' height than mine peered out. That's not exactly short, but his gaze still hit around my chin level; he blinked, then looked up and raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin. Though you don't look much like a big bad wolf to me. I'm sorry, who are you?"
He didn't look nearly old enough to be in command of anything, much less be so confident in that brazen reaction- but he had at least as much presence of personality as the Merlin, if not the magic to back it up. It was a little disconcerting.
Just as well my standard reaction to authority figures is to turn the insouciance up to eleven.
Personally, I had yet to see any evidence that that was true. If I had any superpower, it was luck: and not just the good kind, but terrible, horrible, no good, and every other flavor, too.
Things just happened to me. Or around me. Or to people on whose behalf I'd willingly cowboy up and pick a fight. If time-traveling government cops were going to arrive in pursuit of an evil wizard from the future? Of course the first people they'd trip over in their search would be me and the only other Warden Commander of North America.
It was that last event in particular I was reminded of just then, as I listened to a spaceship captain- who'd arrived in San Francisco of all cities just when I was in town to dicker with my West Coast counterpart- expound on the tale of a foe who'd snuck aboard his vessel, stolen some kind of four-dimensional crystal involved in powering its engines, and then used the thing to create a portal to twentieth century Earth. My inner, geeky ten year old and my honed investigator's instincts were both doing the mental equivalent of breathing into a paper bag... but for completely separate reasons.
If we'd had more time, I might have encouraged Kirk and company to find something to wear besides their vivid, primary colored uniforms- but we were in San Francisco, so I wasn't too worried. There was probably a convention of some kind in town- and even if there wasn't, a little eccentricity would be nothing to raise an eyebrow at. Take a long look at, maybe: even the scrawniest of the three strangers had an accent to accessorize with, and the other two were more in Ramirez' ballpark than mine on the scale of masculine attractiveness. But they wouldn't, you know, get noticed in a way that might attract the attention of the authorities.
In fact, they pretty much camouflaged the guys in the grey cloaks by their mere presence. Nothing to see here, officer. Move along.
I'm tall enough to be a basketball player, tend to dress like I got dragged backwards through a Wal-Mart and tried to hide the results under a black leather duster, and carry around a carved walking stick nearly as tall as I am. I'm well aware of how nocuous I usually look, okay?
"So how are you planning to-?" I asked, turning back to Kirk.
But the park was silent; he was already gone. So was his engineer. And Spock. Whatever mechanism had sent them back to the past, they'd already reversed- and I hadn't sensed a thing.
"Dios," Ramirez said, startling.
"Hells Bells," I agreed. "Sure, leave us to pick up the check. Nice working with you guys," I added sarcastically to the empty air. "Catch you next time, huh?"
You never knew. They only lived a few centuries away. Maybe I would.
| Deritine chapter 3 . 1/21/2013
Well. This story was fantastic- love the Dresden writing style. But now I really, really want a sequel set in the Star Trek future.
| BlueStoneArcher chapter 3 . 1/14/2013
You did an excellent job of keeping Dresden's voice just right. Solved the case faster than I'd expected, but it was a great little taste! (Admittedly, now I wish there was an epilogue where the crew tries to track him down in their present time, just 'cause. hehe)
| skywiseskychan chapter 3 . 1/11/2013
I think really you need to write their next meeting, IN THE FUTURE! Just for the fun kicks and grins.
| fierynightangel chapter 3 . 1/10/2013
| CommChatter chapter 3 . 1/10/2013
Thank you for finishing! This was great, I love it!
| Withdrawn chapter 3 . 1/10/2013
. . . Now I really wanna see an older Dresden and Ramirez show up on the Enterprise's bridge to mouth off at Kirk and bridge crew at a dramatic moment post this little adventure. Damn you. Every time I read one of your stories I'm always left with that sort of feeling.
| Reader-anonymous-writer chapter 3 . 1/10/2013
I respect , and I like Harry Dresden.
Thank you. Good day, good night, and good luck.
| skyflyte12 chapter 2 . 9/29/2012
I love this! I just got into Dresden files, and I'm not a fan of star trek, but this was brilliant and funny - I'd love to read more of this :)
| CommChatter chapter 2 . 7/28/2012
Awesome! Please update soon!
| skowler chapter 2 . 5/9/2012
well written so far.
This is well worth continueing.