FIC: Highlander: The Aussie (4/?)
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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: 4/?
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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"You're joking.This is really sick you know! Joking about something like this! What kind of person does something like this?" Chase snapped after listening to Methos sit there and explain Immortally to him. That he was a Immortal being that couldn't die by any way other then decapitation, and could live for hundreds or thousands of years. That there were thousands of others out there just like him. Many of whom would now want to cut off his head for something called a Quickening.
Methos shook his head. "Sorry, this is no joke. You're a Immortal. Let me guess you had a accident right? You shouldn't have survived? I'm guessing you didn't have a public death or it'd be in the newspapers or something. But something really bad? Miracle recovery?"
"I- I was trying to kill my self... none of it would keep me dead for more then a hour or two." Chase whispered. "So...this isn't God cursing me?"
Methos flinched. "Ouch. And now you're Immortal. Well I can see why you'd think you were cursed. But unless He or She is cursing thousands of men and woman over thousands and thousands of years, it's not a curse. Try to look at it this way. Is there anything you ever wanted to do? Some where you wanted to go? You have time to do it now. Go anywhere. See anything. Everything. Learn, live, grow stronger. You have the chance to do everything you've always wanted to do. You said you're a doctor right? Well now you can spend centuries studying medicine if you want. Learn everything about it there is to know. Or any other career you've ever wanted. It doesn't have to be a bad thing, to be Immortal."
Chase sat back in the booth sighing. "I know what you're saying but...this goes against everything I've ever known or believed. And...God I was trying to kill my self to escape my life. But if I can't die...I'm trapped. Forever. Literally. Or at least until House dies. And that's if he doesn't notice I'm not aging and dissect me for fun."
"There's ways to get around that..." Methos mussed with a look of deep thought. "Anyway... we need to find you a teacher. You won't survive long if you can't defend your self."
Chase gave him the puppy eyes.
Methos glared.
Chase's puppy eyes increased.
Methos groaned and rolled his eyes. "I haven't taken a student in centuries! And the last time I did, it did not end well! Does the name Byron mean anything to you?"
Chase blinked, started to speak, then shook his head returning to looking pitiful. "I- I well you're the only one I know and this is all so...scary...and strange."
Methos glared. "If I say yes you have to know this won't be easy. I am not a nice teacher! You'll learn how to survive, but it will not be a vacation."
"How bad can it be? Randomly tripping me? Randomly hitting me with a cane? Randomly zapping me with a electric BDSM sex toy? Throwing balls, markers, pens, books, anything not nailed down at my head? Making sexual comments about various parts of my body? Taking every possible chance to call me an idiot? Having me look up every single cause of neck pain, or other common system, in existence? Weeks without lunch breaks and only a hour or two of a sleep over days time? And when I do manage to catch a nap somewhere, waking me up with loud noises or dropping heavy objects on me?" Chase asked casually.
Methos blinked. "Well no...where the hell do you work?"
"For House...Dr. Gregory House. Otherwise known as Satan."
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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: 4/?
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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"You're joking.This is really sick you know! Joking about something like this! What kind of person does something like this?" Chase snapped after listening to Methos sit there and explain Immortally to him. That he was a Immortal being that couldn't die by any way other then decapitation, and could live for hundreds or thousands of years. That there were thousands of others out there just like him. Many of whom would now want to cut off his head for something called a Quickening.
Methos shook his head. "Sorry, this is no joke. You're a Immortal. Let me guess you had a accident right? You shouldn't have survived? I'm guessing you didn't have a public death or it'd be in the newspapers or something. But something really bad? Miracle recovery?"
"I- I was trying to kill my self... none of it would keep me dead for more then a hour or two." Chase whispered. "So...this isn't God cursing me?"
Methos flinched. "Ouch. And now you're Immortal. Well I can see why you'd think you were cursed. But unless He or She is cursing thousands of men and woman over thousands and thousands of years, it's not a curse. Try to look at it this way. Is there anything you ever wanted to do? Some where you wanted to go? You have time to do it now. Go anywhere. See anything. Everything. Learn, live, grow stronger. You have the chance to do everything you've always wanted to do. You said you're a doctor right? Well now you can spend centuries studying medicine if you want. Learn everything about it there is to know. Or any other career you've ever wanted. It doesn't have to be a bad thing, to be Immortal."
Chase sat back in the booth sighing. "I know what you're saying but...this goes against everything I've ever known or believed. And...God I was trying to kill my self to escape my life. But if I can't die...I'm trapped. Forever. Literally. Or at least until House dies. And that's if he doesn't notice I'm not aging and dissect me for fun."
"There's ways to get around that..." Methos mussed with a look of deep thought. "Anyway... we need to find you a teacher. You won't survive long if you can't defend your self."
Chase gave him the puppy eyes.
Methos glared.
Chase's puppy eyes increased.
Methos groaned and rolled his eyes. "I haven't taken a student in centuries! And the last time I did, it did not end well! Does the name Byron mean anything to you?"
Chase blinked, started to speak, then shook his head returning to looking pitiful. "I- I well you're the only one I know and this is all so...scary...and strange."
Methos glared. "If I say yes you have to know this won't be easy. I am not a nice teacher! You'll learn how to survive, but it will not be a vacation."
"How bad can it be? Randomly tripping me? Randomly hitting me with a cane? Randomly zapping me with a electric BDSM sex toy? Throwing balls, markers, pens, books, anything not nailed down at my head? Making sexual comments about various parts of my body? Taking every possible chance to call me an idiot? Having me look up every single cause of neck pain, or other common system, in existence? Weeks without lunch breaks and only a hour or two of a sleep over days time? And when I do manage to catch a nap somewhere, waking me up with loud noises or dropping heavy objects on me?" Chase asked casually.
Methos blinked. "Well no...where the hell do you work?"
"For House...Dr. Gregory House. Otherwise known as Satan."
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