Thanks to TugLover98, Book Soldier, GraceCambiri, Guest Crazy (I have to say that I am very impressed how nice this person was when they said they wouldn't be continuing reading this fanfic. Go read their review if you want to know what I mean.), Percabeth Jackson-Chase, hey y'all watch this, Phillippa Gordon, Awesomeaussiemxyzptlk, and Guest Melikepie (lol This is a crackfic. ANYTHING can happen.) for their reviews and suggestions! Really sorry for barely updating! Also, instead of Rose being the Doctor's companion in this story, Donna is. Sorry in advance to Twilight fans. You'll see why. Nothing too offensive. Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes!
Disclaimer: I don't own Ranger's Apprentice, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Sherlock, The Chronicles of Narnia, Cabin Pressure, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, the Inheritance Cycle, Person of Interest, Angelfire, Twilight, Warriors, Candy Land, or the Hobbit.
"Oh, sorry," the Doctor said. "The tournament will happen in a few minutes. I'm the Doctor by the way. This is Donna." He pointed to the red-headed woman next to him.
Just then, two tall brown-haired men ran toward them. They stopped and the one with longer hair looked around. "Dean, there are no demons here."
Dean rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to say something. But he was beaten to it. "But I am the devil!" a short, black haired man said with an evil look on his face.
Sherlock sighed. "Moriarty, shut up."
Before Moriarty could argue, four children-two boys, two girls-and a lion ran up to them. "This isn't Narnia!" the younger girl and youngest of the children complained.
Then a plane (of course, those from Harry Potter, Ranger's Apprentice, and the newly arrived Inheritance Cycle fandoms did not know what it was) crash landed in the large yard. They heard a loud yell of "Martin! I told you I should land!" and "Skip! This is BRILLIANT!" Followed quickly by "Martin, what the-"
"NO PROFANITY!" Gilan screamed.
"-Did you do?!" The voice finished.
Four people emerged from the plane. An old woman, a middle-aged man, a young man who looked like he would fit in perfectly with Will and Gilan, and a short man who looked peculiarly like Sherlock walked toward the quickly expanding group.
"FOR NARNIA!" Will shouted.
Peter from The Chronicles of Narnia gasped. "How dare you defile the name of that glorious land!"
"Oh, oh! Come at me, bro!" Will said. Peter drew his sword and moved quickly toward Will.
They heard a weird whirring noise and Peter's sword snapped in half. Everyone turned to face the Doctor. A weird screwdriverish thing with a blue light at the end was pointed at them. "No fighting and no weapons while I'm here," he said.
"Oi, what about this tournament then? How is there going to be a tournament if there are no weapons?" Donna asked.
The Doctor shrugged. "No tournament then."
This was followed by many groans and complaints, the loudest of which was Sherlock's cry of "Dear God, man! Are you trying to bore us all?! I'm soooo BORED! Boring, boring, BORING!"
John looked at the tall man beside him, shocked. "Seriously, Sherlock? We're in the past in a different world and you're bored?!"
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "All the people here are IDIOTS! Except for that Doctor."
The Doctor sighed. "Fine. We'll have a tournament." Cheers sounded all around him. "Now, who wants to organize this with me?" No one answered. The Doctor sighed. "Halt from Ranger's Apprentice, Arya from the Inheritance Cycle, Finch from Person of Interest, Sherlock from Sherlock, and I (the Doctor from Doctor Who) will be the brains in this. Reese from Person of Interest, Donna from Doctor Who, Nasuada from the Inheritance Cycle, Erak from Ranger's Apprentice, and Will from Angelfire keep everyone in line."
Everyone started to mill around and those appointed to keeping the various people and other entities in line were ineffectual. Until Will shouted, "Everyone freeze! The T-rexes can't see us if we don't move!" Everyone stopped instantly.
The Doctor grinned. "Ah, well that worked! Now, fandoms, get into your individual, um, fandoms." Everyone filed into orderly lines, and the Doctor gave Finch a clipboard and pen and told him to write down the names of the fandoms and who was in it. "Right. Largest fandom is Ranger's Apprentice. Will, Halt, Crowley, Pauline, Gilan, Svengal, Erak, Horace, Selethen, King Sean, King Duncan, Shigeru, Cassandra, Alyss, Jenny, Anthony, and Orman. Person of Interest: Harold Finch and John Reese. Sherlock: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, and James Moriarty. Angelfire: Ellie and Will. Will, you need a nickname. We'll call you . . . William! Not really a nickname. Anyway, Harry Potter: Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Percy Jackson and the Olympians: Percy and Annabeth. Doctor Who: The Doctor and Donna. The Inheritance Cycle: Eragon, Arya, Saphira, and Nasuada. Narnia: Peter, Lucy, Susan, Aslan, and Edward. Cabin Pressure: Martin, Douglas, Carolyn, and Arthur. Supernatural: Sam and Dean. Twilight-no, sorry. Leave. Just leave."
Bella and Edward glared at them and then disappeared.
The Doctor glanced around and nodded. "I think . . . that's it!"
They heard a sigh and turned toward the source. A gray tabby tom cat, an orange tom cat, and a golden-brown tabby tom cat stared back at them. "Forget the cats, why don't you?" the gray tabby asked.
"Oh, sorry," the Doctor said. "Warriors: Jayfeather, Firestar, and Lionblaze. How many fandoms is that?"
Finch glanced at the list. "Twelve, made up of forty-nine people, or variations thereof. I have a feeling not everyone is going to get a line."
"OMG! A banana!" Shigeru shouted, pointing.
"The banana is in play," Douglas muttered. Martin glared at him.
"Bananas are good! Always bring a banana to the party," the Doctor said.
"Right, tournament," Halt said. "Fandom against fandom, or guy against girl?"
"There are only fourteen girls," Arya said.
"Fandom it is then," Halt said, taking the clipboard and pen from Finch and starting to write things down.
"What are the games going to be?" Sherlock asked, examining his fingernails.
"Archery!" Crowley shouted.
"I've got the perfect targets!" Will, Horace, and Gilan yelled in unison.
"Basketball," Reese said.
"Candy Land!" Gilan shrieked gleefully.
"What?!" The Doctor asked.
What is Candy Land? Saphira inquired.
"A child's board game," Ellie said.
"Gilan, we're not playing Candy Land," Halt groaned.
"I bet that's 'cause you think you'll lose!" Gilan jeered.
Dean sighed. "Just put it down."
"Fine," Halt grumbled and did as he was told.
"Oooh! Oooh!" Crowley said. "So I can work on my singing technique again, can we-"
"NO!" All forty-eight other people or animals shouted. Well, Saphira and Aslan roared angrily.
Then another angry roar sounded above them and a deep voice cried, "I am Smaug! Here me roar! We shall have rap battles!"
They glanced up to see a huge black dragon with two small forms clinging to his back. The dragon landed and the two figures slide quickly to the ground. John looked curiously at one of the figures. He looked exactly like him except for longer hair. . . .
"Um, sorry," the one that looked like John said. "Really sorry, but where are we?"
The Doctor grinned. "Araluen! What fandom are you?"
"Um, the Hobbit. I'm Bilbo, the dragon is Smaug-as previously stated-, and he" -Bilbo pointed to the long-haired man beside him- "is Thorin."
"Right," Halt said, "now that's thirteen fandoms and fifty-two people or variations thereof."
"What are our events now?" Firestar asked.
Halt glanced down at the list. "Archery, basketball, Candy Land, and rap battles."
"Oh! How about who can walk in the straightest lines?" Eragon asked.
"Oh, honestly, Eragon!" Nasuada cried. "That has got to be the stupidest suggestion ever!"
Saphira growled. My Rider wants it, so it shall be.
They all nodded quickly and Halt wrote it down.
"One more," the Doctor said.
"How about who can make the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich? They're brilliant!" Arthur suggested.
"Oh, for Heaven's sake. . . ." Carolyn muttered.
Douglas shrugged. "Do it. They've already got Candy Land and rap battles."
"Oi! Wait a second!" Donna shouted. "I've got a few questions for Mr. Sherlock Holmes over here. Why did you wait three-"
A curly blond-haired woman popped up suddenly. "Spoilers!" she yelled and disappeared again.
"Well, isn't that wizard?" Donna grumbled.
"I'm a wizard!" Harry shouted.
"Nooooooo. . . ." everyone muttered.
"Hey! Look!" Selethen said, pointing. "There are news reporters filming us!"
The Doctor shook his head. "Well, let the games commence!"
The woman with curly blond hair who shouted "Spoilers!" is River Song from Doctor Who for thoae of you who don't know. So this chapter is a teensy bit longer than usual, but not all that much happened. Hopefully, I'll be able to get the next chapter up before the new year. At any rate, suggestions! Dash99: John and Finch from Person of Interest show up and John gets in an argument with Halt (this suggestion should have gone at the end of last chapter but I forgot). Percabeth Jackson-Chase: have a tournament with a ton of different fandoms including PJATO, HP, and Eragon. Book Soldier: add Supernatural. Phillippa Gordon: add Narnia. Hey y'all watch this: At the tournament, have people randomly shouting "FOR NARNIA", Will randomly says "Everyone freeze! The T-Rexes can't see us if we don't move!" Ranger indecisive: the news reporters come along and start filming things. Suggestions I am currently working on are: IFYOUCOULDFLY: Rap battle between Halt and Crowley. Book Soldier: Will and Gilan should try and play basketball. Hey y'all watch this: Halt goes to sleep and someone turns his foot into a pb&j sandwich, fandom characters march around yelling, "Left! Left! Left, Right, Left!", Gilan gets them all to play candy land, and Will, Horace, and Gilan put a picture of Justin Beiber on a target and see who can shoot him. Bit of a heads up on what is coming, I guess. Oh, and the part about bananas was specifically for GraceCambiri. Please review!