FIC: Highlander: The Aussie (11/?)
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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: 11/?
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 dropped his load of bags to the floor as they all entered the house he and Methos lived in, and kicked them to the side out of the way of the door.
Methos paused and eyed Chase and House critically. "If we leave you two alone you're not going to kill each other are you?"
"I may just kill him if I don't get some answers!" House growled glaring at Chase.
Chase rolled his eyes. "I'm pretty sure I can kick the ass of the limping twerp here. Hey! Maybe I can use him for practice! It'd be fun to beat the snot out of someone else for a change." Chase said cheerfully.
Methos snorted and gestured with his head, starting to walk away. "I'm going to show Mac where he's going to be sleeping. Have fun, don't get blood all over the carpet."
Duncan clearly looked unhappy about leaving the young Immortal alone with the mean, creepy older mortal, for followed Methos into the back of the house.
Chase waited till they were alone then looked over at House. "So."
"Well? We're along now, start talking! I saw you die! I tried to revive you for 20 minutes, I shocked the hell out of you, then pronounced you dead. How the hell are you alive and in Australia?! How did you fake your death like that?"
"...I didn't. I drank poison and I died. Then 12 hours later I woke up, got dressed, dyed my hair brown, slipped on a pair of sunglasses and a cane and walked out. A day later Jason and I were here."
"That is not possible! You don't wake up from death after 12 hours! A few minutes? Yes. But 12 hours? There is no way to revive someone who's been dead that long!"
"No one revived me. The poison kept me dead that long, then my body healed it's self and I revived. And can I just say, Ow! Dying? Not that bad. I mean yeah slitting your wrists hurts, but the dying part isn't that bad. But the coming back is always a bitch. Organs restarting, lungs struggling to expel large amount of water and start breathing oxygen again, panic of not knowing where you are or what's happening, confusion. All very nasty." Chase spoke casually a small smirk of amusement on his face.
House glared darkly at him. "Will you stop lying to me and tell me what's going on here? What was it? Some drug to lower all your vial signs to undetectable and make you appear dead?"
Chase sighed again and turned. "Come on. Follow me."
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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: 11/?
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 dropped his load of bags to the floor as they all entered the house he and Methos lived in, and kicked them to the side out of the way of the door.
Methos paused and eyed Chase and House critically. "If we leave you two alone you're not going to kill each other are you?"
"I may just kill him if I don't get some answers!" House growled glaring at Chase.
Chase rolled his eyes. "I'm pretty sure I can kick the ass of the limping twerp here. Hey! Maybe I can use him for practice! It'd be fun to beat the snot out of someone else for a change." Chase said cheerfully.
Methos snorted and gestured with his head, starting to walk away. "I'm going to show Mac where he's going to be sleeping. Have fun, don't get blood all over the carpet."
Duncan clearly looked unhappy about leaving the young Immortal alone with the mean, creepy older mortal, for followed Methos into the back of the house.
Chase waited till they were alone then looked over at House. "So."
"Well? We're along now, start talking! I saw you die! I tried to revive you for 20 minutes, I shocked the hell out of you, then pronounced you dead. How the hell are you alive and in Australia?! How did you fake your death like that?"
"...I didn't. I drank poison and I died. Then 12 hours later I woke up, got dressed, dyed my hair brown, slipped on a pair of sunglasses and a cane and walked out. A day later Jason and I were here."
"That is not possible! You don't wake up from death after 12 hours! A few minutes? Yes. But 12 hours? There is no way to revive someone who's been dead that long!"
"No one revived me. The poison kept me dead that long, then my body healed it's self and I revived. And can I just say, Ow! Dying? Not that bad. I mean yeah slitting your wrists hurts, but the dying part isn't that bad. But the coming back is always a bitch. Organs restarting, lungs struggling to expel large amount of water and start breathing oxygen again, panic of not knowing where you are or what's happening, confusion. All very nasty." Chase spoke casually a small smirk of amusement on his face.
House glared darkly at him. "Will you stop lying to me and tell me what's going on here? What was it? Some drug to lower all your vial signs to undetectable and make you appear dead?"
Chase sighed again and turned. "Come on. Follow me."
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Date: Thursday, August 3rd, 2006 03:47 am (UTC)i love that chase casually slipped in his many failed suicide attempts during that explanation. *jumps up and down in anticipation of the next chapter*
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Date: Thursday, August 3rd, 2006 04:24 am (UTC)