A/N: Just a random idea that struck me recently; basically, how would a few of my characters react when faced with each other? And where the hell would that sort of thing happen? So, I threw them together in a hotel, deciding that logic be damned. Characters from different worlds, realities and time-periods are going to find themselves in a strange place where none of that stuff really matters. Don't worry if you haven't read the story they're from; if you want a quick run-down, just let me know in a review. Cheers, and enjoy this madness.


Hazel East, Dai Lodge, Robbie East-Lodge, (Minor Talent)

Jake (Into the Night)

Kitty (I Found Away)

Arrow, Rayne (Dulce Bellum Inexpertis)

Sophia (Crash)

Poison (A Drop of Poison)

"How did you hear about this place again?" Hazel climbed out of the car, holding her year old baby in her arms as she gazed at the hotel. It was small, so very different to the hotels she was used to seeing in London. The letters across it read The Hotel Requiem, and she felt surprised Dai had brought her somewhere with such an unpleasant name.

Dai shrugged. "The adverts were playing on the radio constantly. It sounded interesting, and I thought...well, nice to get away for a bit, init?"

He walked to the boot of the car, opening it and lifting out his and Hazel's suitcases, grinning at her as he bounced towards the entrance.

"Come on, cariad. I promise if you don't like it we'll leave first thing, yeah?"

She smiled, nodding slowly as she glanced at her sleeping baby. "Yeah, okay."


His memory of the last few hours was foggy, hazy, and his head was thumping like a bitch. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so crap, the last time he had felt like he'd just been on a three day bender. With everything going on, he knew for a fact that he hadn't been on a bender. He didn't even know where he would have got the alcohol from.

He was lying down. Right then, it was all he knew. Jake lifted himself up, groaning as he did so, and glanced around. He had been on damp grass, and now his jeans and top were stained green. Shuddering, Jake wrapped his arms around himself as he climbed to his feet and began to walk.

"Madison?" he called, only to find his voice dry and hoarse. "Chuck? You around?"

No reply.


How could he have lost them? What had happened to separate them? The last thing he really remembered was driving away from the lunatic's house, eagerly making their escape.

"Shakespeare?" he cried, before letting out a whistle. If they were near, then the dog would come.

Jake lumbered forward, running a hand through his hair as he staggered through the trees. He just wished life could have gone back to the simplicity of before – work, home, maybe shag Clara, go to sleep. Rinse and repeat. Day in, day out...

Through the trees he could see the shape of a building, the lights on, looking warm, inviting...

His feet began to move faster, before he stopped himself. Breathing heavily, Jake wondered whether or not it was a good idea to go running blindly towards a building he knew nothing about. Slowly, he crept forward. It had got him into enough trouble before, after all.

Before he could decide whether the building would be the site of trouble or salvation, a baby began to cry.

Jake's jaw dropped.

No sign of life, except the psychopath, for weeks, and suddenly the hints of a new life, of humanity living on, had found him. Knowing to still expect the worst, he held his palm in front of him, forcing the heat through his body, down his arm, and keeping it in his hand.

Jake inched forward slowly, stopping at the edge of the trees. He frowned. Heading in through the doors were a couple and child, carrying a suitcase. The man was smiling, whistling as he held the door open for the woman. They didn't seem like they had seen anything like he'd seen the past few days.

He turned, staring hard at the nearby trees.

His heart thumped against his chest – if it wasn't for the heat in his hand, the spark of fire in his palm, he would have assumed the last three days had been a dream. The trees were normal. The bark was brown, the leaves green. And not the dull, lifeless brown and green he had seen.

"Fuck," he whispered, not knowing, really, what else to say.

Jake moved forward, quicker now, the trepidation leaving him slowly as he gazed at the building. The

Hotel Requiem. It was not the most welcoming of names, but anything was better than the house he had been trapped in or the bunker Chuck had dragged him to.

Unable to wait any longer, Jake broke into a run.


Skidding to a stop, Kitty checked the map in her hands. Frowning, she glanced to her left, looking away from the road and staring, instead, at the building she had been instructed to find. For a while, she had thought she'd been sent on a wild goose chase. The message had listed no author with it, but anything, to her, was better than waiting around to die.

Follow the map, you may find your cure.

Taking a deep breath, she turned and walked slowly towards the building. If her salvation lay inside, she was going to take it. She would grab it with both hands and cling on for dear life.

The path moved alongside the road, and she was surprised to see a car – an old car, almost forty years old – sitting outside. She frowned. Considering it was from the early years of the century, it was in a great condition. Barely any scraps, dents or even dirt stained the metal. She hadn't seen a car that well kept since before the blasts, before everything fucked up. Most of the cars had burnt, or had been destroyed in the chaos following the events. Some had survived, luckily. Without them, she never would have been able to bring down Amaris.

Still, most of the cars they had used had been made less than five years before the blast. Chase had commented on it afterwards, saying it was a shame there were so few classics left. The classic cars – anything, really, from before 2015, - were few and far between.

Kitty shook her head, deciding that whatever she was here for, it wasn't to ponder the appearance of a car from the early twenty-first century. She stuffed the map into her pocket, before moving up the stairs and towards the doors of the hotel.


Arrow threw her arms up, knowing there was little way she could block the spell. It was too late. Everything was too late.

The world spun around her, whirling and twisting. She kept her arms up, trying to keep her eyes covered. But she still saw it, still felt the effects. Colours whirled around her until, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped.

She glanced around. Her heart thumped in her chest as she stared, wide eyed, at the strange black box sitting against the wall. She was, apparently, lying on a bed; the most comfortable of beds she had ever found herself on.


The voice was quiet, almost weak, and she glanced to the far end of the room to see the young girl sitting in the corner, her knees against her chest and her eyes wide.

"Rayne!" the warrior woman gasped, leaping from the bed and moving quickly towards her. "Oh, Rayne, thank the gods you're all right!"

"Where are we?" the girl whimpered, as Arrow reached down and pulled her up, enveloping her in a tight hug. When she pulled away, she glanced around the room.

"I have no idea."

Rayne moved towards the box, frowning as she tilted her head to one side and studied it. Arrow turned and made her way to the window, where she glanced outwards. All she could see were long green fields and a lot of trees. Her eyes fell downwards; there was a strange object sitting outside and, if it had been moving, she would have considered it a strange monster. As it was, it was completely still, making her think there was no life inside it.

She turned back to Rayne.

"Rayne," she whispered, "stay close to me." Arrow withdrew her sword, holding it in front of her as she eyed the door. "We don't know what we're going to find here, and we need to be prepared. Okay?"

Rayne nodded. "Okay," she replied, taking a deep breath as they made their way to the door.


Sophia climbed out of the cab, handing the fare over before she glanced around. For some reason, the driver had refused to go any further. He hadn't wanted to drop her off at the bottom of the hotel's drive, but offered to stop at the edge of the small woods instead, telling her it was only a quick walk to get to the hotel itself.

She stepped back, watching as the cab drove off. Taking her phone out of her pocket, she sent a quick text to her brother. Am here safe. It had been his idea for her to get away, to go somewhere where she could clear her head. She had picked The Hotel Requiem, feeling that the name was oddly fitting and it was so far out of the way she could really get away from everything.

Sophia turned and began to make her way through the woods, stuffing her hands into her pockets as she glanced quickly around. The trees rose up on both sides but, through them, she could just about make out the shape of a building. Figuring it was the hotel, she picked up her pace.

Everything back home had been manic since the funeral.

She had been bombarded with questions about her next steps, about where she wanted to live and who she wanted to live with. She wasn't quite sure, and getting away meant having time to herself to think over the questions.

Soon she was out of the trees and making her way up the stone stairs that led to the hotel's entrance. With every step she took, she could feel the weight on her shoulders growing just slightly lighter. She was determined to relax, from the moment she stepped through the doors until the moment she left.


"Why do I have to be the one who knows?" The drawl came from a man standing in the corner of the room, his light brown hair falling just over the tops of his ever changing eyes. Right then, they swirling between blue, green and purple. The girl, staring intently in the mirror, poked her tongue out, biting on it as she concentrated on adjusting the uniform.

It was simple; a white blouse with a name badge, declaring The Hotel Requiem in gold lettering and, underneath, in black, Nicola. She stepped away from the mirror, threw her hair over her shoulder and turned to him.

"Because you are old enough to realise something was up with your only clear memories being formed around certain events." She sighed, tilting her head to one side. "Wasn't that why you came here, looking for answers? And you found them, and you triggered this, so that's why you know, Poison."

"Still, can't we just tell them?"

She laughed. "Sure, Poison. Go on, go out there and tell them they're simply figments of someone's imagination; that they come to life on paper and who have no real free will or direction in the way their life goes." She paused, frowning. "Could you imagine the mental break-downs that would happen? Christ, none of them would do what they're told for weeks!"

"You talk like they have a choice, yet you just said they didn't."

"They do. Kind of. I guess. Sometimes they push the story in a way that's not expected, you know? But for the most part, they're lives are mapped out. That's a lot for anyone to take, real or not."

"Are you the author?" he asked, moving away from the wall and following her as she moved to the door.

"No, Poison, I'm not. Otherwise, who the hell would be writing this?" She offered her his arm. Like the gentleman he was, he took it, shaking his head as she opened the door. "Now, come on, we have characters in various states of confusion and plain ignorance of the facts who need our enlightenment about what to do next."

A/N: Oh yeah, did I forget to mention this isn't going to be a one-shot? So more to come, soon, hopefully. And the next chapter should show the characters actually coming face to face with each other. Expect cheeky comments, some flirting and a lot of confusion. In the meantime, please check out the poll on my profile page – would mean a lot if I could see what people think about what I should write next. Until next time, take care. (And reviews are returned.)