Fan Fiction: Crossovers
Can't Get You Outta My Head

  Diane held her head tightly, and squeezed her eyes shut. It felt like someone was squeezing her head in a vise, and she could almost feel her brain stretch, but Khan had reassured her that this was normal.

  "What are you doing?" she asked in a pained voice.

  Khan was sitting close by, staring hard at her. "The energy is building up slowly in your head, the short times when you can read another's thoughts are when the energies surge. I am building up your energies faster. It is painful I know, but when done, your mind will awaken much faster."

  Diane had a realization. "You're doing this because you're worried."

  The pain wavered and stopped as khan broke off what he was doing. "Why do you say that?"

  Diane rubbed her temples. "You think that Stephen is coming after me. So you're trying to make me awaken faster so that you can get us out of here."

  Khan smiled. "You are very perceptive. But you are wrong about one thing. Ying Ko is not coming for you. If he was concerned, he would have guarded you better, or at the very least let you know about what you can do. He has done neither. I am not worried, just being prudent. In all likelihood, he isn't coming."

  Even as he was saying this, the lights cut out; the room was plunged into darkness, and there was silence.

  But then: a sound.

  A low, sinister, mocking laugh.

  Diane screamed. She knew that sound, she remembered that laugh. It was happening again! He had come for her! That thought suddenly made her relieved. Khan was wrong! She thought, He has come after me.

  She shot a look at Khan. The Mongol had gone absolutely rigid, and his hand shook just the tiniest bit. Khan took a breath, and suddenly calmed, drawing a long knife, and giving a shrill whistle.

  Responding to that signal, a half dozen armed warriors came into the room, tossing flares out as they entered, so that the room was bathed in an eerie red light, shadows flickering and dancing wildly against the walls.

  Mongols surrounded the room, and Khan took another breath. "Ying Ko. No need to hide, we can settle this without violence."

  Shadows crept from ever corner, and slowly reached toward the center of the room, to a point between Khan and Diane. The shadows crept, and actually turned three dimensional, raising themselves to six feet high, and suddenly, the condensed, solidified, and became a terrifying visage, of a man in a cloak and slouch hat, pure darkness personified. The redness of the flares stained his visible face blood red. The specter looked around slowly, carefully, and it laughed, and laughed and laughed.

  Khan's men gave a collective shudder. Diane looked carefully at The Shadow. His rakish face was made totally of hard lines and hawkish angles. This can't be Stephen; She thought, it's something else entirely.

  The Shadow looked at her, and she looked back. She saw Stephen in his eyes, and shuddered. THIS is my ex-boyfriend? She thought. How could I have not seen this? How could I have not known?

  The Shadow strode over to Khan, fully in control, a force of nature. "I'm taking her with me, and you are leaving town, you won't trouble her again." He commanded, with no room for argument.

  Khan actually laughed at him. "Like hell." He replied simply.

  Diane could read people well, even though she had so pathetically read Stephen all this time, but she could still tell that everyone in the room was afraid of the dark vigilante. She could see it in the way their hands stayed on their weapons, the way they stayed close to the light of the flares. The balance of power in this building had abruptly tilted. And she knew she wanted to be on the right side of the scales. So she walked over to The Shadow.

  "You came!" she gushed at The Shadow. "I knew you would. I never doubted you!"

  Khan looked stunned at the sudden change of loyalties, and looked hard at The Shadow. "Okay, maybe you had a point." His look said silently.

  "Told you so." The Shadow's look answered.