FIC: Highlander: The Aussie (12/?)
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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: 12/?
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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Methos flopped down across the bed with a sigh. "God Mac! I don't know how you've ever done this! Modern new Immortal are impossible! Even just a couple hundred years ago most everyone knew at least a little about how to use a sword and fight! But now? Rob can barely hold a sword. I have to suggest he doesn't really want to survive and threaten to take his head my self, to even get him to to stay off the floor for longer then a second!"
Mac frowned. "He's only been Immortal for a few days. Give him some time. It's not like in the past when a sword was the only weapon and nearly everyone needed to know just to survive. The boy has probably never had anything worse then a fist fight in his life."
"Well sports injures as a kid...but he needs to learn and he needs to learn fast if he's going to live."
"Maybe I should take him off your hands. I've taught young Immortals of this century before."
Methos lifted his head off the bed to glare. "Stop horning in on my students. He's skittish. You already scare him."
"I do not! And if you can't handle him, in you're own words, He needs to learn fast to stay alive!"
"Do to. You should have seen him. All wide eyed and worried when I said you were coming. And he's being polite. He's never polite."
Mac sorted. "I'm not trying to steal your boyfriend Oh don't give me that look! I know you're doing him! I've seen that look you've been giving him before remember? Only it was directed at me at the time."
Methos smirked. "Oh like you've never been in open relationships before. I know Amanda remember? And I'm not sleeping with him. ...yet. And from the looks he's been giving House and from the way he's spoken about him not ever. At least not in House's life time."
"Who is that guy anyway?" Mac said sitting down on the bed next to Methos.
"His ex-boss. Real bastard. A genius, but sadistic and more then slightly insane. Saves a lot of lives, but tortures the hell out of everyone around him in the process."
"And we left Rob alone with him?!"
"They have issues to work though." At Mac look he grinned. "I was marriage therapist in my last life."
Mac rolled his eyes with a laugh.
"So...we have some time on our hands...whatever shall we do with our selves?" Methos asked running a hand up Mac's sleeve.
Mac grinned and leaned over him placing a hand on either side of him. "Oh I think we can find something to pass the time."
Methos reached up for him with a playful smile on his face.
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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: 12/?
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.
---
Methos flopped down across the bed with a sigh. "God Mac! I don't know how you've ever done this! Modern new Immortal are impossible! Even just a couple hundred years ago most everyone knew at least a little about how to use a sword and fight! But now? Rob can barely hold a sword. I have to suggest he doesn't really want to survive and threaten to take his head my self, to even get him to to stay off the floor for longer then a second!"
Mac frowned. "He's only been Immortal for a few days. Give him some time. It's not like in the past when a sword was the only weapon and nearly everyone needed to know just to survive. The boy has probably never had anything worse then a fist fight in his life."
"Well sports injures as a kid...but he needs to learn and he needs to learn fast if he's going to live."
"Maybe I should take him off your hands. I've taught young Immortals of this century before."
Methos lifted his head off the bed to glare. "Stop horning in on my students. He's skittish. You already scare him."
"I do not! And if you can't handle him, in you're own words, He needs to learn fast to stay alive!"
"Do to. You should have seen him. All wide eyed and worried when I said you were coming. And he's being polite. He's never polite."
Mac sorted. "I'm not trying to steal your boyfriend Oh don't give me that look! I know you're doing him! I've seen that look you've been giving him before remember? Only it was directed at me at the time."
Methos smirked. "Oh like you've never been in open relationships before. I know Amanda remember? And I'm not sleeping with him. ...yet. And from the looks he's been giving House and from the way he's spoken about him not ever. At least not in House's life time."
"Who is that guy anyway?" Mac said sitting down on the bed next to Methos.
"His ex-boss. Real bastard. A genius, but sadistic and more then slightly insane. Saves a lot of lives, but tortures the hell out of everyone around him in the process."
"And we left Rob alone with him?!"
"They have issues to work though." At Mac look he grinned. "I was marriage therapist in my last life."
Mac rolled his eyes with a laugh.
"So...we have some time on our hands...whatever shall we do with our selves?" Methos asked running a hand up Mac's sleeve.
Mac grinned and leaned over him placing a hand on either side of him. "Oh I think we can find something to pass the time."
Methos reached up for him with a playful smile on his face.
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