FIC: Highlander: The Aussie (8/?)
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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: 8/?
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 groaned as his body slammed into the wall and he slid down to the floor. "...ow."
Methos smirked down at him. "Told you this was going to be hell. Come on get up. When someone's coming after your head they're not going to let you lay down and have a break. In a real fight you would be dead by now. You have to learn to fight while injured. Even if you're gushing blood like a fountain!"
Chase grunted and pushing sweat soaked hair out of his eyes before he rolled to his feet and took a swing at the older Immortal with his wooden practice sword.
Methos easily avoided the swing not even breathing hard, and scored a hard hit on Chase's bicep that raised a instant welt and bruise and made Chase yelp and drop his sword.
"Son of a bitch!" Chase gasped rubbing his sore arm.
Methos calmly rested his sword against Chase's throat. "There can be only one. If you're not going to do better then that, tell me now and I'll save my self the trouble of wasting any more time on you and just take your head now my self."
"Jason!" Chase yelped going wide eyed.
"What? You were trying to kill your self weren't you? Maybe you don't really want to do this. Maybe you're just waiting for some headhunter to come along and finish what you couldn't!" Methos growled darkly.
Chase jerked to the side away from the sword, dived to the floor, snatched up his sword and violently swung, scoring a hit on Methos side and made Methos step back a step. Chase jumped on the opening and tried to press his advantage. Methos calmly deflected swing after swing, then Chase thought he saw another opening and went for it. Ten second later he was back on the mat whimpering in pain.
"Better. Maybe if you keep this up you might last more then a week after all. Practice those Kata's I taught you, for another hour then hit the showers." Methos said moving off to the side to work out since training Chase was not a physical effort for him at all.
Chase flopped his head back on the mat with a groan for a moment the got up and started practicing the slow motions, focusing on getting them right. He hard as this was he knew it was important if he wanted to keep his head attached to his body and stay alive.
And despite how he'd activated his Immortality he did want to live.
He cursed him self silently when he messed up the move he was doing, and went back and started over again, knowing Methos wouldn't let him go before he did all the moves correctly.
He was so focused it came as a surprise when a bottle of water came flying at his head. Luckily years of working with house had sharpened his reflexes and he caught it.
Methos grinned. "Good work. Drink up, hit the shower and I'd advise hitting the sack. We're going to be going out early."
Chase gulped half of his water before stopping. "Huh?"
"I called a old friend of mine to help out with you. He's one of the best in the Game."
"Uhh is this safe?" Chase asked nervously. So far he hadn't met any other Immortals yet.
"Duncan MacLeod of The Clam MacLeod is the most honorable boyscout in the world." Methos snorted, before taking a drink of his water.
"So it's safe?"
"As safe as any two Immortals ever can be together."
Chase still wasn't too sure but nodded then went to go shower and collapse into bed to sleep off his latesttorture session err work out.
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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: 8/?
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 groaned as his body slammed into the wall and he slid down to the floor. "...ow."
Methos smirked down at him. "Told you this was going to be hell. Come on get up. When someone's coming after your head they're not going to let you lay down and have a break. In a real fight you would be dead by now. You have to learn to fight while injured. Even if you're gushing blood like a fountain!"
Chase grunted and pushing sweat soaked hair out of his eyes before he rolled to his feet and took a swing at the older Immortal with his wooden practice sword.
Methos easily avoided the swing not even breathing hard, and scored a hard hit on Chase's bicep that raised a instant welt and bruise and made Chase yelp and drop his sword.
"Son of a bitch!" Chase gasped rubbing his sore arm.
Methos calmly rested his sword against Chase's throat. "There can be only one. If you're not going to do better then that, tell me now and I'll save my self the trouble of wasting any more time on you and just take your head now my self."
"Jason!" Chase yelped going wide eyed.
"What? You were trying to kill your self weren't you? Maybe you don't really want to do this. Maybe you're just waiting for some headhunter to come along and finish what you couldn't!" Methos growled darkly.
Chase jerked to the side away from the sword, dived to the floor, snatched up his sword and violently swung, scoring a hit on Methos side and made Methos step back a step. Chase jumped on the opening and tried to press his advantage. Methos calmly deflected swing after swing, then Chase thought he saw another opening and went for it. Ten second later he was back on the mat whimpering in pain.
"Better. Maybe if you keep this up you might last more then a week after all. Practice those Kata's I taught you, for another hour then hit the showers." Methos said moving off to the side to work out since training Chase was not a physical effort for him at all.
Chase flopped his head back on the mat with a groan for a moment the got up and started practicing the slow motions, focusing on getting them right. He hard as this was he knew it was important if he wanted to keep his head attached to his body and stay alive.
And despite how he'd activated his Immortality he did want to live.
He cursed him self silently when he messed up the move he was doing, and went back and started over again, knowing Methos wouldn't let him go before he did all the moves correctly.
He was so focused it came as a surprise when a bottle of water came flying at his head. Luckily years of working with house had sharpened his reflexes and he caught it.
Methos grinned. "Good work. Drink up, hit the shower and I'd advise hitting the sack. We're going to be going out early."
Chase gulped half of his water before stopping. "Huh?"
"I called a old friend of mine to help out with you. He's one of the best in the Game."
"Uhh is this safe?" Chase asked nervously. So far he hadn't met any other Immortals yet.
"Duncan MacLeod of The Clam MacLeod is the most honorable boyscout in the world." Methos snorted, before taking a drink of his water.
"So it's safe?"
"As safe as any two Immortals ever can be together."
Chase still wasn't too sure but nodded then went to go shower and collapse into bed to sleep off his latest
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