FIC: Highlander: The Aussie (6/?)
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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: 6/?
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's heart thundered against his rib cage painfully as it jump started back into rhythm from a dead stop. He gasped, air rushing into long unused lungs and he started coughing and wheezing as his lungs got used to breathing again.
A hand supported him and helped him sit up. "It's ok, breathe Rob. Breathe." A English accented voice soothed.
"How long was I...out?" Chase rasped, still coughing.
"About12 hours. Just like I said it would."
Chase slowly got his breathing under control and sat the rest of the way up under his own power. "Ugh. That...was worse then the other times." He groaned rubbing his face.
Methos chuckled. "That would be the poison. It's a hemotoxin and a neurotoxin among other things. Very affective. You should feel better in a a few hours. Maybe a bit of a hang over for the next day or two. But it got the job done didn't it? All your co-workers have seen you die a horrible, tragic death. And in a even worse turn, there's going to be a mix up with your body and a Mr. Richard Case, and you're going to be cremated in his place. It's all so very tragic. No one will ever know the cause of your untimely death. Well other then suicide. No autopsy for you!"
Chase stretched his sore muscles and grinned. "Seems you've thought of everything. Is some clothing for me included in that? And a way to get me out of here without anyone seeing me, since everyone in the hospital knows what I look like?"
Methos grinned and pulled out a pile of clothes, a box of temporary hair dye, sun glasses and a white blind person cane. "I always plan ahead."
Chase grinned and took the pile of items from him and started dressing.
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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: 6/?
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's heart thundered against his rib cage painfully as it jump started back into rhythm from a dead stop. He gasped, air rushing into long unused lungs and he started coughing and wheezing as his lungs got used to breathing again.
A hand supported him and helped him sit up. "It's ok, breathe Rob. Breathe." A English accented voice soothed.
"How long was I...out?" Chase rasped, still coughing.
"About12 hours. Just like I said it would."
Chase slowly got his breathing under control and sat the rest of the way up under his own power. "Ugh. That...was worse then the other times." He groaned rubbing his face.
Methos chuckled. "That would be the poison. It's a hemotoxin and a neurotoxin among other things. Very affective. You should feel better in a a few hours. Maybe a bit of a hang over for the next day or two. But it got the job done didn't it? All your co-workers have seen you die a horrible, tragic death. And in a even worse turn, there's going to be a mix up with your body and a Mr. Richard Case, and you're going to be cremated in his place. It's all so very tragic. No one will ever know the cause of your untimely death. Well other then suicide. No autopsy for you!"
Chase stretched his sore muscles and grinned. "Seems you've thought of everything. Is some clothing for me included in that? And a way to get me out of here without anyone seeing me, since everyone in the hospital knows what I look like?"
Methos grinned and pulled out a pile of clothes, a box of temporary hair dye, sun glasses and a white blind person cane. "I always plan ahead."
Chase grinned and took the pile of items from him and started dressing.
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