The crossover I’d like to see? Inception. And here’s a short blurb I wrote about how all the universes would collide. In my head, it’s all very angsty and sad because I’m another one of those fans who are really unsatisfied with the ending of season 4.
The tall, lean man with a face that reflected sadness through all of his features stepped into the Parisian warehouse. He wore a suit that would have fit in perfectly in Arthur’s dreams of opulent ballrooms and dinner parties that lasted far into the night. He gazed at the inception team.
“How the hell did you get in here?” Cobb demanded, hopping off the warehouse table and reaching for his gun.
“My name is John Smith,” the man introduced himself, pulling at the collar of his jacket. “I used to be someone else. Once. Well, that’s not entirely true, is it? I was never that person.”
Arthur cocked his gun, too, holding it by his side. Although this man looked clean-shaven and presentable, his words were almost insane. “Did you want something, Mr. Smith?”
“Yes, well. I need all of you to go in here.” He paused and tapped the side of his head. “I rather suspect it might be difficult, but I need to convince myself of something.”
“If you already have the idea, it’s impossible for us to plant it,” Cobb insisted.
“I did impossible things every day. And so do you, I heard.” John Smith stared down the leader of the group. “I have never begged for anything as long as I’ve lived. And let me assure you, it’s been a very, very long time. But I wasn’t human then. I need you to try.”
John Smith reached out a hand to the group leader, and, before Cobb realized what he was doing, closed his hand around the other man’s.