Arthur and Eames adopt a kid and raise that kid into Neal Caffrey.

Lestrade has apparently arrested an American billionaire for murder.

In a world without stars, the Last Centurion loses the Pandorica, loses his charge and loses his mind.

SHIELD takes a chance on hiring a mysterious amnesiac man, and Agent Coulson finds that Rory Williams is the best damn secretary he's ever had.

Harvey Specter wasn't the rich renegade badass that plucked Mike from his potential life of crime.

Tony Stark was.

“Get up, John,” Sherlock says, in a tone that has John jerking upright in bed, immediately, and grappling for his gun in his bedside drawer, even as he says, “Sherlock, what is it?”

Incomprehensibly, Sherlock simply says, “Voldemort.”

Rambaldi's promises of immortality mean nothing to vampires ... but Josef's always had a penchant for collecting shiny things.

Wherein Mike is Merlin reincarnated, Harvey is Arthur, everybody else is everybody else, and they fall in love. Again.

“Someone really should put up a warning on the city website,” someone says from high above. Raven cranes her neck and, of course, there’s Erik, crouching on top of the lamp post like he is the goddamned Batman. “Do not approach. Slayer on the prowl.”

“Raven,” Siri whispers, and the moonlight streams silver onto his scales. He’s a chameleon, a rabbit, a fluttering bird, landing on her shoulder and digging with tiny claws. “Raven, someone’s coming.”

Or, X-Men: First Class with daemons.

They're both less innocent than they were a thousand years ago; less trusting, more broken. This time, Merlin is the one who gets called on his behaviour – and it's true, he thinks ruefully, he'd stopped bothering to learn the names of those around him long ago – and Arthur is the one who refuses to leave anyone behind. This time, Merlin is the one saying words like "idiot" and "moron," and Arthur has the stupid ears.

Jack finds a hand.

He also thinks it's a little odd that they don't have any fabric bolts, or any sample garments with them, but perhaps that's the way with royal tailors. Merlin wouldn't know.

It started when Tennant went on that talk show and they told him about pornographic fan-fiction, which gobsmacked him so thoroughly that he mentioned it to John because pain shared is pain lessened. And John admitted with absolutely no shame at all that of course he knew about it, because hello, free gay porn starring himself. What's not to love?

The wave from 'Unseen University' had been somewhat alarming, Mal had to admit. After all, it wasn’t every day one encountered an orangutan capable of operating this kind of communications technology.

"If I enable your uncalled for territorial masculine paranoia, do you promise not to bother me at work for a month?"

"There's never any glory in dying," says the girl, and she sounds surprisingly sober. "People get that wrong. Glory's more my jurisdiction." She shrugs, and snuggles up next to him with her back to the boulder and her arm looped through his. "Well – and my brother's. Mostly his."

Merlin abruptly wakes up in History of Magic.

"I am meditating on Logic. I left her on my planet."

"Unseen University, this is Jurisfiction. We will require your co-operation. Your premises have been compromised by--"

In which the CIA and FBI indulge in some inter-agency snooping, Erik hates Cerebro, a new mutant is found, and Charles is very distracting.

History has a funny way of repeating itself. A really, really funny way of repeating itself.

When he looks into Kirk's eyes, Spock can hear the bells of the koon-ut-kal-if-fee...