FIC: Highlander: The Aussie (9/?)
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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: 9/?
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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House glared, sending people scattering out of his way as he exited the plane, lugging his carry on, and headed to collect the rest of his bags.
The flight had been long and uncomfortable, there was a screaming kid sitting behind him, and of course the guy sitting next to him had to tell him his whole life story!
House popped a Vicodin while he waited for the caracel to spin around with his bags.
He looked down at his carry on and flinched as he thought about what was carefully wrapped up inside. ...Chase.
He let out a breath slowly, still having trouble believeing this was all real. How could Chase had done this? Was his life really that bad? Had the man never heard of threapy?! Or hell having a nice stiff drink! Drugs! Anything but ending his life!
House's eyes swivled to the side as he caught a familure golden glint, and orange and red glare. He turned his head and narrowed in on the young man only a few yards away talking to two taller, darker men.
House openly stared, the search for his bags forgoten. It was Chase. The same hair, the same comeplete lack of fashion sense, the same body languge.
He started shoving his way though the crowd, as he saw the three men grab a few bags and start to move off.
"Chase! Freeze! Heel!" House barked sharply as he got closer.
There was no mistaking the automatic stop and turn towards him. Then he saw the face. Unless Dr. Robert Chase had a idenical twin complete down to the mannerisims, or a clone this was Chase. His Chase.
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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: 9/?
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.
---
House glared, sending people scattering out of his way as he exited the plane, lugging his carry on, and headed to collect the rest of his bags.
The flight had been long and uncomfortable, there was a screaming kid sitting behind him, and of course the guy sitting next to him had to tell him his whole life story!
House popped a Vicodin while he waited for the caracel to spin around with his bags.
He looked down at his carry on and flinched as he thought about what was carefully wrapped up inside. ...Chase.
He let out a breath slowly, still having trouble believeing this was all real. How could Chase had done this? Was his life really that bad? Had the man never heard of threapy?! Or hell having a nice stiff drink! Drugs! Anything but ending his life!
House's eyes swivled to the side as he caught a familure golden glint, and orange and red glare. He turned his head and narrowed in on the young man only a few yards away talking to two taller, darker men.
House openly stared, the search for his bags forgoten. It was Chase. The same hair, the same comeplete lack of fashion sense, the same body languge.
He started shoving his way though the crowd, as he saw the three men grab a few bags and start to move off.
"Chase! Freeze! Heel!" House barked sharply as he got closer.
There was no mistaking the automatic stop and turn towards him. Then he saw the face. Unless Dr. Robert Chase had a idenical twin complete down to the mannerisims, or a clone this was Chase. His Chase.
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