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Crossing the Line

Summary:

What starts out as a day like any other turns into something more bizarre -- a crossover.

Chapter 1: This Sort of Thing Happens All the Time

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It all started on a perfectly normal day, a day like any other, on the set of Whose Line
Is It Anyway.

Ryan Stiles sat behind Drew Carey's desk and flashed a grin at the rest of the cast.
He was the designated 'winner' of tonight's show, and was therefore allowed to sit
this last bit out while Drew took his place onstage...sort of like being a designated
driver for improv, he'd decided some time ago. Staying on the sidelines while
everyone else got to act silly.

He waved at the others, currently in the middle of a "World's Worst" routine. Greg
and Wayne waved back in an exaggerated way, as if he was missing out on some-
thing and they were sorry he wasn't up there with them. Ryan just leaned back and
clasped his hands behind his head. It wasn't as much fun as performing, but the view
from the emcee's desk had its advantages. He got to sit back and relax...and this way,
he got to watch Colin.

He liked watching Colin. That was another thing he'd decided some time ago. In fact,
watching Colin was one of Ryan's favorite pastimes. It was right there behind touching
Colin, kissing Colin, and sex with Colin.

Ryan smiled again. Sex with Colin sounded pretty good right about now. Taping was
almost over, and soon he would have the Canadian all to himself. There were times
when he could barely keep his hands off the other man, and it was all he could do to
keep himself from turning one of his playful on-stage kisses into the real thing. But it
wouldn't do to have to stop filming to pry the two of them apart, he told himself firmly
(as he had many times before). There was plenty of time for that after the show.

Suddenly there was a loud pop from overhead. Ryan's attention was brought back to
the present, as all action onstage came to a halt.

Something above them had begun to flicker.

"What the hell was that?" Drew said, stopping in mid-joke and looking around in
confusion.

"Maybe one of the lights is shorting out?" offered Greg, peering upwards and trying to
get a better look.

"That doesn't look like a short," replied Wayne, as the flicker became brighter. He
shielded his eyes as he, too, tried to see what it was.

"It doesn't sound like a short either," said Colin, taking a few steps backwards and
away from the overhanging electrical equipment. By now the glare was almost
painfully bright. A buzzing, crackling sound began; and the air was filled with a
strange, ozone-like scent.

"Folks," said Drew, addressing the audience over the intensifying noise. "I'm sorry
about this, but I think we'd better postpone the rest of the show until they get this thing
fixed--"

Then there was a loud bang, a blinding flash, and (for Ryan) what felt like a massive
electrical shock as he was thrown from his chair onto the hard studio floor.