This chapter features:

Harry Potter

Heroes

Sherlock

Once Upon a Time.

Supernatural

Star Wars

Doctor Who (briefly)

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Lord Voldemort scowled in disgust, as he took his seat next to Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Muggles," he hissed. "I despise them."

"Yes, my lord," Lucius replied with a curt nod. "They are despicable -"

"They are just awful, my lord!" cried Bellatrix.

" But," Lucius continued in irritation, "this, unfortunately is the only way to travel without being detected by the Ministry." Voldemort growled in response, considering using the torture curse on him, but he knew he was right. Stupid muggles. Stupid flying machines. It was disgusting. It was appalling.

Behind them, sat three other people - Sylar, Rumpelstiltskin, and James Moriarty. Moriarty giggled with glee. He seemed to be slightly insane. Sylar raised an eyebrow at him. Rumple rolled his eyes and complained loudly.

"Get Sherlock," Moriarty kept muttering. "Get Sherlock. Hehehe...."

"And people call me a psychopath," Sylar mumbled.

"Sociopath!" Moriarty sang.

"Oh for god's sake," Rumple groaned.

Voldemort turned and scowled at the trio.
"Do you pathetic muggles and mudbloods mind shutting up."

"What the hell is a muggle?" Sylar demanded.

"Why don't you go back to your little gaggle of minions and fly a hippogriff?" Rumple shot back.

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO THE DARK LORD THAT WAY!!" Bellatrix shouted.

"I am the Dark One, dearie. I can speak to you lot however I damn well please," he replied in a bored tone.

"I'm sensing a cat fight," Moriarty whispered to Sylar. Lucius just rolled his eyes at his sister - in - law, though.

"Be calm, Bellatrix," he told her. "He wouldn't be so cocky, if we had that stupid little dagger of his."

Rumple scowled. "It's a sword, dearie."

"Oh yes, the one you stole from Merlin, well done," Voldemort said sarcastically.

"You people obviously have some serious sexual tension built up," Sylar muttered lazily. Moriarty shrugged, grinning slightly.

"I'd ship it," he giggled. "We could call Rumplemort!"

"Or Voldeskin!" Sylar nodded. And the two psychopaths put their heads together, discussing their new OTP! Whatever that meant. Rumple blinked at them, unamused,

"I have a wife."

"Muggles!" spat Voldemort. He raised his wand. "You will pay. AVADA KED - " Sylar flicked his wrist before the dark wizard could finish the curse. The wand flew out of his hands and down the aisle. It came to a stop at the feet of none other than Lord Vader himself.

The Sith Lord bent down to pick up the magic stick. He then, promptly broke it in half.
"You're lack of skill disturbs me," Darth Vader hissed.

"Well if it isn't Mr. Tin Cans!" Sylar barked. "How's the big laser sword thing going? Kill any hands lately? Small children?"

In response Darth Vader formed a claw with his hand, attempting to Force Choke the super powered serial killer. Sylar, however, countered the action with a blast of electricity.

"The Force is strong within you!" the Sith Lord stated.

"Um, no. Actually, that's telekinesis and electricity manipulation," Sylar shook his head.

"It's the Force," Vader insisted.

"It's super powers!"

"The Force!"

"Powers!"

"The Force!"

"Can the Force allow you to spontaneously regenerate? Obviously not, otherwise you wouldn't needed that annoying suit."

"Oooh!" cheered Lucifer from a few rows away. "You want some ice for that burn?!" Darth Vader turned and stared at him. He slowly took out his light saber, igniting it.

"Eh, I've seen better," murmured Crowley, rolling his eyes.

"Sorry? What is it you do again?" Rumple asked with a bored tone.

"I am the king of hell!" spat the demon.

"Ooh!" cooed Moriarty. "Honey, you should see me in a crown!"

Lucifer just rolled his eyes.
"Whatever," he grumbled. "He totally stole my job."

Moriarty feigned a pouty face. "Awe, but every fairy tale needs a good old fashion villain!" He giggled and leaned over to nudge Rumple on the shoulder.
"Am I right, Mr. Gold? Or am I right?"

"Don't touch me," Rumple said blandly. "Or I will rip your heart out and crush it." This however just made the consulting criminal giggle manically.

"I am surrounded by psychopaths!" Sylar announced.

"You're a serial killer," Lucifer reminded him.

"What!? No I'm not!"

"You have a pattern," Vader told him.

"You go after certain victims," Crowley nodded.

"You collect momentums," added Moriarty.

"Okay!" grumbled Sylar. "Technically I'm a serial killer!" The Dark wizards and witch had turned around long ago, determined not to associate with the 'filthy little mudbloods and degusting muggles.'

Suddenly a blonde madman stood up and shouted "THERE'RE COMING!!" Then he began tapping wildly on the window in beats of four. Everyone stared at him, shrugged, and went back to what they were doing.

That is until the authors showed up. All the passengers on the plane gasped in horror.

"JK Rowling!?" Voldemort hissed, his Death Eaters growling beside him. Rowling bowed like the queen she knew she was.

"Tim Kring?!" Sylar stared with wide eyes. Kring waved with a devious look in his eyes.

"Eric Kripke?!" Crowley and Lucifer snarled. Kripke just smirked, a look worthy enough for the Devil himself, perhaps.

"George Lucas," Vader said dramatically. "Come to meet your doom?" The author just chuckled in response.

Rumple sighed. Sarcastically, he retorted, "Adam Horowitz, Edward Kitsis. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Oh the pleasure is all ours, Rumple! " grinned Adam.

"We've got a little surprise for all of you, " Edward added.

"Oh yes. Yes we do," agreed another menacing voice.

Moriarty looked like he almost had a heart attack. The Master who still had not stopped his tapping, looked up with wild eyes.

"S-Steven Moffat?!?! " they shrieked.

"Wait...what? He's your author too??" Moriarty frowned at the Master, who simply shrugged.

"Now, bask in our glory as we destroy you! " Moffat hissed. And all the authors let out a maniacal laugh, like "MWAHAHAHAHA!!! "

The fictional characters screamed like a bunch of school girls in a horror film,
"AAAAAAAAHHH!!!!"