FIC: Highlander: The Aussie (3/?)
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Title: Highlander: The Aussie
Author: Dru
Fandom: House MD/Highlander
Pairing: House/Chase eventually. ... Maybe Methos/Chase.
Summary: Chase is Immortal.
Archive: If you want it
Rating: M for safety
Parts: 3/?
Status: WIP
Spoilers: Umm I'm setting this around the Vogler era so if you haven't seen those...
Series/Sequel: Nope.
Website: http://www.geocities.com/dru_evilpointybityone
Disclaimer: I do not own House, Highlander, Methos or Chase or House or damned well anything. Don't sue.
Authors notes & Warnings: The damned Immortal plot bunny would not die. *kicks it into wall, watches it die then hop back up and bite her again* So here this fic is. WARNINGS for suicide and depression and angsty sad Chase.
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Chase stared at the ground as he walked along the street.
He'd finely cleaned him self up after his many suicide attempts had failed.
He'd allowed the slow process of mopping up blood from all over the apartment, distract him for a short while before cleaning out the tub and showering.
Now he was wandering around town considering his doomed, cursed fate.
Out of nowhere he felt a sickening wave of pain wash over him and he double over gasping.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Hey. Look at me."
He managed to lift his head and look at the tall, thin, young man crouching next to him, and felt the pain quickly disappear.
"Feeling better?"
"Yeah...what- what just happened?"
Methos sighed pinching the bridge of his nose then gave him an amused look. "You're a youngster aren't you?"
Chase looked offended. "Hey! Not like you're all that ancient, compared to me! Hell look at you! You could be younger!"
Methos grinned in amusement and stood up and held out his hand to Chase. "You'd be surprised. Jason Simpson."
"Dr. Chase. Er Robert Chase." Chase said shaking his hand automatically on instinct.
"Nice to meet you Rob. Come on. I know a good bar around here. We have a lot to talk about."
Chase was confused as hell but with nothing else to do followed the other man.
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Author: Dru
Fandom: House MD/Highlander
Pairing: House/Chase eventually. ... Maybe Methos/Chase.
Summary: Chase is Immortal.
Archive: If you want it
Rating: M for safety
Parts: 3/?
Status: WIP
Spoilers: Umm I'm setting this around the Vogler era so if you haven't seen those...
Series/Sequel: Nope.
Website: http://www.geocities.com/dru_evilpointybityone
Disclaimer: I do not own House, Highlander, Methos or Chase or House or damned well anything. Don't sue.
Authors notes & Warnings: The damned Immortal plot bunny would not die. *kicks it into wall, watches it die then hop back up and bite her again* So here this fic is. WARNINGS for suicide and depression and angsty sad Chase.
---
Chase stared at the ground as he walked along the street.
He'd finely cleaned him self up after his many suicide attempts had failed.
He'd allowed the slow process of mopping up blood from all over the apartment, distract him for a short while before cleaning out the tub and showering.
Now he was wandering around town considering his doomed, cursed fate.
Out of nowhere he felt a sickening wave of pain wash over him and he double over gasping.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Hey. Look at me."
He managed to lift his head and look at the tall, thin, young man crouching next to him, and felt the pain quickly disappear.
"Feeling better?"
"Yeah...what- what just happened?"
Methos sighed pinching the bridge of his nose then gave him an amused look. "You're a youngster aren't you?"
Chase looked offended. "Hey! Not like you're all that ancient, compared to me! Hell look at you! You could be younger!"
Methos grinned in amusement and stood up and held out his hand to Chase. "You'd be surprised. Jason Simpson."
"Dr. Chase. Er Robert Chase." Chase said shaking his hand automatically on instinct.
"Nice to meet you Rob. Come on. I know a good bar around here. We have a lot to talk about."
Chase was confused as hell but with nothing else to do followed the other man.
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