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This story is No. 4 in the series "Crisis of Limited Xanders". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The Writer is suffering from writer's block and being stuck in a rut, so Calliope decides to get a little physical, talk about bad ideas.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Multiple Crossings > GeneralSithicusFR131773011,12815 Jul 0915 Jul 09Yes
Author's Notes: This is the absolute true story as to how Unicron got his hands on the All-Seeing Eye. No seriously, that's really how it happened, don't believe me just ask Calliope, I mean all of us fanfic writers are in tight with the muses, aren't we?

Disclaimer: The character of Q belongs to Paramount Pictures, the characters of the Greek Gods aren't mine either, but they aren't taken from any one version in existence. The Writer is a product of my own creation. God ain't mine either, I would never dream of taking credit for her because she'd so send me to Hell for it. LOL Anyway since there really isn't much of a crossover with anything here except for a few guest appearances I think that about covers it... oh yeah Blackrock and Unicron aren't mine either. Marvel Comics and Hasbro own them respectively. Cheers



The universe is infinite, impossible to measure, so too can be said of the Omniverse, Multiverse, or whichever name you prefer to use. The Writer sighed as he looked over his badly cluttered desk, papers piled as high as a Lego sized skyscraper, even a few that were twice that height.

“Guardians of the Potential, Xander’s Last Stand, Back to the Hellmouth, A Pack Hunter Stalks Among Us, Cobra Regenerated… ugh why did I ever agree to this assignment?” he grumbled to himself.

“Because you had me egging you on,” Calliope replied with a smirk.

“Quiet you sultry temptress you,” Writer shot back with a glower.

“Oh look how about the world without Shrimp? We can call it Xander Harris and the Shrimpless Wonder.” Calliope laughed gaily as she danced out of Writers’ reach, being chained to a desk was definitely not fun.

“If I ever get the keys to these you’re so going to get it, you vixen,” he told her smiling playfully. Calliope approached Writer swaying her hips from side to side her shimmering gauze-like gown practically becoming transparent.

“Promises, promises,” she whispered in his ear before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Come here you!” Writer growled and snatched Calliope around the middle giving her a long and passionate kiss, when he pulled away the chains fell to the floor and her eyes widened in shock.

“No fair, you promised we would play a little longer this time!” she whined.

“Sorry Calliope but I have other multiverses to see to, less cluttered ones than these and quite frankly I’m just not seeing any inspiration from you anymore. Besides Terpsichore has a bigger chest then you,” Writer reminded with a sly smirk before he got up from the desk. Filled with jealousy Calliope grabbed him around the collar and slammed him into the desk.

“This is the thanks I get for giving you inspiration beyond measure, you want for nothing and we Muses grant you the added pleasure of our physical company. It is rare to find one as gifted as you,” she stated coldly.

“Hey, I’m not that gifted.”

“Don’t be so modest,” she argued slamming him into the desk again. Writer gasped and his eyes spotted the talisman, it rolled to the edge and wobbled, Calliope watched it as well in shock.

“No, no, not that!” he shouted lunging for it. Unfortunately it tumbled off the edge of the desk and fell into a pocket dimensional gateway. “Oh shit, Zeus isn’t going to like that,” Writer said a sense of foreboding gracing his features.

“I didn’t mean to do it, it was an accident!” Calliope shrieked hysterically.

“You know what happens now?” Writer asked softly.

“Calliope!” Zeus cried out across the heavens.

“Oh pooh,” Calliope complained before vanishing in a puff of smoke.

“This is what I get for making favors with those beings,” Writer grumbled, “she’s not going to be happy about losing it.” He glanced around expecting Gods’ wrath at any second, instead he was visited by a more familiar and less welcomed individual.

“Oh do cheer up, I thought you’d be happy I came with tidings of joy,” Q said in his typical omniscient tone.

“What is it this time Q?” Writer asked.

“She says you can contact your creations, get them to help you retrieve it,” Q said, “in exchange for not plunging you into the fiery pits of Hades all she asks is that you get back to work on Cobra Regenerated.”

“Uh, she wants me to get back to work on a story instead of punishing me for losing the All-Seeing Eye?” Writer was mystified.

“She has a thing for Xander Harris, you know that,” Q reminded. Writer rolled his eyes.

“Of course, ok so where did it go and who should I start with?” Writer asked.

“I think you already know that, after all you’ve known him longer than me even,” Q stated with a mischievous gleam in his eye. And then he snapped his fingers and he was gone.

“Unicron,” Writer muttered with a sigh, “that’s just Prime.”



Seated in his desk Blackrock was suddenly assaulted by a falling object from the ceiling, at first mistaking it for a fallen light bulb he was about to toss it aside when suddenly he was bombarded by all of the knowledge of the Multiverse, or at least the Multiverse he was currently a part of. As the last images faded away Blackrock smiled broadly.

“This could prove useful, I believe I have the perfect means to take advantage of this situation.”

To Be Continued in Crisis of Limited Xanders – Warren Mears

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