the Dalaverse

I couldn't help myself. Totally nonsensical DMC/BSG crossover. Jack and ChipSix. Don't judge me. (I might actually seriously attempt ChipElizabeth at some point, but this was what came out when I started to type.)


When he faced down the kraken, Jack had assumed that he would soon be dead and consoled himself with the thought that at least he’d gotten out of Elizabeth’s bloody shackle, and that he’d meet his end on the Pearl’s deck. He didn’t have much time to wonder about what death actually be would be like. He hoped it would be free of the kraken’s stench, but he never would have aimed so high as a nude blonde on a beach.

Well, nearly nude – she was wearing two pieces of some shiny fabric that was a brighter red than any clothing he’d ever seen, and also covered the barest amount of bronzed flesh. It certainly didn’t look comfortable, whatever it was.

“Gaius?” she inquired, shading her eyes from the bright glare of the sun. Jack turned a bit so it wasn’t directly behind him and shook his head. A frown joined the squint in marring her lovely face. She sat up on her blanket, doing all kinds of interesting things to the breasts within the red not-a-shirt.

“Name’s Jack,” he said affably, kneeling beside her. Clearly uneasy, she looked at him over her drawn-up knees, giving him a gratifying view of her long legs. Glancing at his forearm as he stretched out a hand to her, she gasped and leaned forward. Jack raised his eyebrows as she studied his face intently, her blue eyes wide.

“By God,” she breathed, sounding like she really meant it. “It’s you.”

Jack damped down the winning smile he used on beautiful women who looked at him like he’d hung the moon. Usually he’d first done something to deserve that look, and he was fairly certain he hadn't done anything lately but act a fool and be eaten by a mythological beast. “And who exactly am I, darling?”

She bowed her head. The sunlight shimmered on her spun-gold hair. “The first model.”