A/N: I really should've been typing something else today. But this idea… It's been TORTURING me and I HAD TO let it out. A few people have been asking me for an official crossover. Soooo, here we go. (grins)

DISCLAIMER: (howls with laughter) AS… IF…! Nope. I absolutely don't have the kind of money that'd give me any sort of an ownership over anything of the three franchises mentioned. But a girl can dream, right…?

WARNINGS: CROSSOVER, violence, language, a great amount of weirdness… ya know, the usual plot…

Awkay. Because it's getting a bit late AND I'm supposed to make it to bed at some point… Let's go! I really hope that you'll enjoy the ride.

The Legend of an Immortal Witch Hunter

A Couple of Resurrections

A Very, Very long time ago

It was a disaster zone. Blood… A collapsed building… In the aftermath of the chaos that recently took place the only sounds penetrating the long night's quiet was the ragged breathing of two people. One of them was battered and bruised, the other dying.

Gently and quietly, checking carefully that they were safe in the shadows, Gretel eased her brother to a lying position. She was determined to not focus on the blood. Or the fact that her brother was barely conscious anymore. Barely alive.

If she wanted to save him she'd have to focus.

He shifted just a little although it had to hurt hellishly. The quiet, wet cough tore at her chest as much as it tore his. "Gret…"

Her eyes narrowed, focusing firmly on the book she'd been skimming through. It was one her mom once owned, and for so long it'd been waiting in a secret hiding place… Her hands were shaking pitiably. "Be quiet", she snarled. Although in full truth she wanted to hear his voice, wanted to be sure that he was still… "I'm trying to save you and it's hard if you keep distracting me." Finally she found the correct page, the right spell. She swallowed thickly and took a deep breath.

This had to work. There was no other way. She needed this to work.

Hansel shifted yet again as she began to mutter the words. "… don't! …" There was something akin to despair in his voice. She paid no attention.

She should've been paying attention.

It seemed to take ages before she was through with the spell. Next came the part she wasn't looking forward to. She gritted her teeth, then grabbed a knife which she brought to her skin. And sliced. As droplets of red began to fall on her brother's far too pale skin she focused all her attention to his eyes, which were struggling to stay even halfway open.

Don't you dare… Don't you dare… Don't you…

She never had the chance to finish the third repetition.

Hansel was barely alive. Let alone conscious. He did his best to concentrate on his sister but it was getting harder and harder.

What was she doing? Something stupid… A spell…? No…!

It could go horribly wrong. What if she'd get herself hurt? What if…?

Everything was hazy. A bit like a dream. She was muttering. And then looking at him with, tears she probably wasn't aware of filling her eyes.

He wanted to tell her that everything would be okay, whether he lived or not. She was strong. She'd…

All of a sudden she gasped, a hand flying to her stomach. He frowned, wondering what was wrong until his gaze traveled downwards. If he wasn't dying already what he found would've certainly killed him. It was also the last thing he saw before life left him.

An arrow had pierced her, having gone in from the middle of her back and emerging through her abdomen.

They both died there, less than two minutes apart. Lay right next to each other. Only one of them gasped back to life.

Present Time

"Saturn, what the bloody devil are you doing?" Benji Dunn's voice exclaimed through an ear comm, uncomfortably loudly. "Get out of there, now! This… This is Jupiter-level stupid!"

The scolded man groaned and gritted his teeth. "Not helping, Pluto." A swift kick sent a yet another hostile to a wall and down.

"The plan was to get that disc, not to take down the whole terrorist cell!"

The running man scoffed and rolled his eyes. "This was Jupiter's plan, remember? Since when have those ever gone according to the plan?"

"Very funny." Ethan Hunt didn't sound amused. "Now, radio silence, remember?"

By then the quite busy man had made it to the building's rooftop and close to the edge. Despite his usual luck he was somehow hoping to make a safe escape. He was preparing for one and for a witty comeback when the realization that he wasn't alone froze him to the spot. Even more effective was the ice cold recognition that traveled through him. "… you …"

The woman was right in front of him in less than a breath, so close that their noses nearly touched. She appeared very young and beautiful with her large, dark eyes. Wind made her long, fire red hair dance in enchanting patterns. Lethally alluring. She pressed a finger to her lips and smiled.

The next thing Benji saw through a monitor was William Brandt flying down, down, down.

The second Ethan heard Benji's quiet, shocked words through his ear comm he was already running. Even if it was hopelessly too late. "Bra… Saturn, he… I think he's…" The man trailed off.

Ethan's heart was thrumming wildly as he ran. Frustrated fury made it childishly easy to take down the five hostiles he faced along the way. He kept going, ignoring the heavy amount of bruising he had and the fact that his ankle barely allowed him to stand. Until he reached the scene and froze uncharacteristically.

William Brandt lay there on the asphalt. Eyes closed and horribly still. There was a small puddle of blood underneath the man's head and a thin trail of red ran down the chillingly pale cheek. Hard as Ethan's eyes looked they didn't spot even the faintest trace of a breath.

Ethan felt sick to his stomach. He didn't notice that he was barely breathing himself. The world seemed to fall away.

… NO! …

There was a reason he preferred working alone. A very good one. This was it.

Ethan's whole body, especially his heart, felt ridiculously heavy as he began to move towards his deceased teammate. Only half of his attention was on the task while he made sure that there were no hostiles left. Most of him was concentrated on a new, grim task.

Confirm death. Report. And no matter what, don't leave behind…

Ethan didn't pause to wonder why his eyes were blurry all of a sudden. His infuriatingly and surprisingly unsteady fingers were already reaching out towards his friend's neck. Until there was a loud, sharp gasp and those eyes flew open before William's whole body jolted.

There were less than a handful of situations that would've startled Ethan as badly as that one did. That would've really, honestly caught him off guard enough to make his heart skip a beat. Which was saying a lot, considering everything he'd faced.

And then William was already sitting. Eyes bright and alert while they scanned the environment, finally focusing on the rooftop the man came down from. Pointing a very strange looking firearm the kind Ethan had never seen before. The kind that didn't seem to belong to the real world.

"There was a woman, up there." William appeared both scared and furiously determined, even if the man did a remarkably good job at trying to keep his emotions in check. Displayed by a man who was dead less than two minutes earlier those emotions were shockingly vivid. "Did you see her?"

For a few seconds Ethan stared. Then shook his head slowly. "No, I didn't."

Something told Ethan that he should prepare himself for facing a lot of things that didn't seem to belong to the real world.

The small room of a safe house was startlingly quiet. Especially considering that one of the three men occupying it was Benji. The dead man walking sat on a chair, arms held awkwardly on his legs now that he was finished with ruffling his hair to a rather amusing new look. Ethan stood before a window, his back to the other two and radiating such tense energy that would've chilled most people. And Benji paced. And paced. Even if his legs felt dangerously weak.

"You… You fell." Benji's voice was so high-pitched that under different circumstances it might've been amusing.

Ethan shook his head. "No, Benji. He died." Usually the agent covered his emotions remarkably, unhealthily well. This time he didn't bother to even try.

The third man cleared his throat, shifting with discomfort. "Look, guys… I get that I owe you an explanation. And I'll give you one, although it's a pretty long story. But… If the woman I saw there is who I thought she was… We'll need backup, okay? So…" He reached out towards his cell phone, slowly. "I'm gonna make a phone call. Don't… shoot me, or anything."

"Would you come back to life again?" Ethan inquired.

Benji blanched, his shocked eyes widening. The third, surprisingly alive man wasn't sure if he should've rolled his eyes or get prepared to die again. "He was joking." He hoped that Ethan was joking.

The wait was tense. Eventually a very familiar female voice picked up. "What's wrong?" Of course she knew that something was wrong.

"Hey, Tasha." He swallowed thickly. "I, ah… I may need a little help with something… Do you think the team's available?"

TBC?

A/N: So… There. Quite the start – and soon Hansel/Clint/William's two teams will meet, it seems. (I think I'll be calling him Hansel in the future since… Well, it's the original one, heh.) But what in the world is going on? Who is after him? Will he have enough lives left to make it through this?

What do you guys think? Should this continue or be buried right from the start? The word's yours, now. Honestly? I'm quite nervous, and very much looking forward to / dreading to hear what you think.

Thank you so much for reading in any case! Who knows. Maybe I'll see you again?