Original Note on Spacebattles-Some times you're on the first vacation you've had in over four years, get really drunk watching Fate, then end up writing a Taylor melds with Mordred crossover intro, and then you're hungover enough to share it with everyone because why the hell not...

I'm not apologizing.

-Hadn't realized I didn't post this here, and after getting some rather abusive "Reviews" (I use that term in the loosest sense) from some dick waffle going by BaddieDZ2 over on 'A Life Twice Lived' I felt rather compelled to just be contrary and post yet another story.

Enjoy!

"Sup."

Taylor opened her eyes and glanced about an open white expanse filled with shattered worlds, broken realities, and a tea table with a pair of chairs ready to be occupied with what appeared to be a...space whale hovering in the background.

The petite blonde woman in scarlet robes standing before her smirked as Taylor finally registered her existence as she gestured towards the table, "Lot to take in, I know. Sit, you're gonna need a seat after I explain what I can and how absolutely thoroughly fucked you are and how I'm gonna try and help fix that."

"I...thanks?" Taylor muttered as she took the offered chair, the blonde woman followed suit and began prepping the tea service.

As tea was poured, lemon slices were twisted, and sugar cubes dropped the blonde woman eventually pushed a mug towards Taylor while grinning widely.

"I have no idea how you like your tea, but, on that note I never learned how to properly prepare tea when I was younger, too busy killing people honestly. I hear that there is some art to it, like the hidden language of flowers and shit like that, never bothered with it though. Subtlety and I were not friends and neither of us ever made an effort to mend fences so to speak. Anywho...you're probably all kinds of freaked the fuck out at the moment eh?"

Taylor sipped her tea, and hummed in pleasure.

It was exquisite.

Blinking rapidly she met the blonde's cerulean gaze and tilted her head to the side slightly as she shot her a wan smile, "Oh I'm not freaking out at all, it's obvious I've gone mad, simple as that."

The blonde raised a brow as she sipped her tea before replying with, "Simple as that hmm?"

"Yup," Taylor stated with a sharp nod while popping the 'p', "After months, well at this point, years, of psychological torment being shoved into that locker pushed me over the edge and I've gone completely, utterly, and totally insane."

"Ah," the blonde said with a nod, "What if I were to tell you that you were in fact completely sane and that everything surrounding you was quite real from a certain point of view?"

Taylor sipped her tea, grinned and leaned forward as she replied with, "If I had my own world it would be a world of nonsense, because everything would be what it was, but it would not be because it was not."

The blonde grinned in return, "Ah Alice, stared too deeply into that looking glass didn't you?"

Taylor giggled, sipped her tea, and placed it on the table as she wrapped her arms around her legs pulling her chin down to her knees.

"I like you, if you're the Grim Reaper, or my personal angel, I'm happy, this is not a bad way to die."

The blonde woman sighed as she placed her tea aside, "I'm not Death...though I am doing him a favor and he is doing me one as well... Look, kid, you were about to be dealt a rough hand. A...really horrific hand if I'm going to be honest. Me? I was labeled the Knight of Rebellion, you, you were going to to have to carry a similar title out of sheer necessity, but, well, things happened, certain old meddling gits involved themselves in events they had no right to, and well we find ourselves here."

"Where is here?" Taylor asked, the blonde smiled, and for once it reached her eyes as she stood and spread her arms wide while laughing.

"You're at the Crossroads, young Hebert, and you're being given a choice, a hard one, and there is no turning back from it."

Taylor's eyes widened as she grabbed her tea cup and gulped it down for want of something to do before she responded to that impassioned statement.

"What's my choice?" She whispered, the blonde sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder, earning her gaze in turn.

"I'm...what is known as a Heroic Spirit, or rather, I was. See...well...it really doesn't matter now...More or less I'm a free agent at this point and I'm bored...like...you have no idea how bored I am right now. I'm one of the few Servants that actually gave up on the Holy Grail and am stuck in a weird sort of limbo with nothing to do until the guys upstairs do their fucking jobs. So Zelretch did me a solid and allowed me to fuck up a timeline for my own personal amusement until then."

"Wait what the fu-"

The blonde placed her forefinger on Taylor's lips while making a tsking noise, "None of that, seriously, you're life is going to involve...significantly less suck with my powers being involved."

"Your...powers, who the hell are you even?!"

The blonde blinked in what looked to be honest surprise, then she let out a barking laugh while shaking her head slowly.

"Shit... I skipped that part didn't I? Right, I am Sir Mordred Pendragon, true heir to the throne of Camelot, and I am about to become you, and you are about to become me. If you're up for it that is."

Taylor froze in horror as she muttered, "I need an adult."

Mordred grinned as she leaned forward and whispered, "I am an adult. Now, the question is, do you want my power, or do you want to get violated by the space whale?"

What. The. Fuck.

Taylor glanced up and took in the space whale in question, then met Mordred's gaze evenly a second later, "Side effects?"

Mordred's grin widened, "Minor case of megalomania, some mild elements of narcissism, and you're very likely gonna end up bisexual and have a thing for blondes."

Glancing at the whale, then Mordred, Taylor shrugged, "Well either I've gone insane, or things are about to get interesting, so hey, why not," she then took the grinning woman's hand as everything blew away as if it were just dust in the wind.

Three Months Later

The hero known as Armsmaster was driving quite a bit past the speed limit as his motorcycle cut a corner and very nearly smashed into a post office box as he approached what appeared to be a war zone. Most of the buildings surrounding him were on fire, thankfully they had been abandoned for quite some time, though the road before him was either shattered or semi-molten dirty glass forcing him to slow down. As he putted along the few denizens standing around barely shifted from where they were standing as they stared at the burning glare down the street in awe of an ancient knight beating the ever living hell out of a massive rage dragon while it returned the favor.

"Try running from me again pansy, see what the fuck happens!" The knight bellowed as they charged forward, then immediately got slammed against a wall by the dragon's casual backhand slap. There was a brief pause, then the knight began laughing as crimson lightning gathered in her left hand while she began twirling her broadsword in her right, kicking out of the indentation she had made in the surrounding concrete she nodded in respect towards Lung.

"Better."

"BRING YOUR 'A' GAME THIS TIME BITCH!"

The armoured figure chuckled as she slammed her lightning infused hand on her sword, the entire thing now glowing red and sparking, "All you had to do was ask love."

Armsmaster let out a tired sighed as he face palmed, "Goddammit not Mordred and Lung again..."

Seriously were they flirting at this point? They'd burnt down nearly five blocks of the abandoned docks warehouses in the past two months alone and no one could figure out if this was a rivalry thing or if they were seriously just having fun at the expense of the local real estate.

Armsmaster had dealt with Mordred on several occasions over the past couple of months, and he was very much leaning towards her just having fun since, as she put it, " I was given the divine opportunity to have a rage dragon to play with that not only got my DBZ references but decided to play along with them."

Colin had to look up what the hell 'DBZ' was after that initial conversation, the answer he got did not amuse him.

Mordred grinned beneath her helm as she raised her sword to the sky, "CLARENT!"

Lung sighed, "SERIOUSLY YOU'RE CALLING IT IN ALREADY?"

Mordred shifted her grip, "BLOOD!"

Lung rolled his eyes, "FINE."

"ARTHUR~!"

Lung paused, than glanced behind him as the crimson Anti-Army attack zipped past him and hit the PRT Rig in the bay, causing its shields to fluctuate rapidly to the point they nearly broke down, then the massive silver scaled dragon laughed a few moments, before glancing down towards the tiny armored figure before him.

"YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE."

Mordred shrugged, "I have no idea what you're talking about..."

Ramping down Lung looked a bit more human than he did dragon as he met Mordred's gaze.

"Really?"

Mordred stabbed her sword into the ground and kicked a rock while swaying back and forth sheepishly with her hands held behind her back.

Lung rolled his eyes yet again, shook his head, and turned away, "Whatever, tell your idiot girlfriend if she ever pulls shit like this in my territory again it is going to take a hell of a lot more than a good spar to calm me down."

"Not my girlfriend and right-o most incendiary one."

"Right, I believe that, really, because your type isn't snarky curvy blondes all of the sudden."

Mordred shook her head and spun on her heel, soon walking past Armsmaster she waved at him while drawling out a lackadaisical, "Sup Halberd Meister," and continued to walk away as she twirled her blade while singing what Dragon would later tell him was a song by The Celtic Woman.

Colin could only sigh as he began his damage assessment.

Just another day in the bay, it would seem.