FIC: Highlander: The Aussie (13/?)
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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: 13/?
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 cursed under his breath as he followed Chase into the kitchen where Chase calmly walked over and pulled out a large, sharp knife from the drawer. He calmly looked over at House as he pulled out a dish cloth and placed it on the island and positioned his arm over the cloth. "Come on. Get in close and watch." Then he pressed the knife against his forearm and cut a long deep wound, and watched the blood start to swell and drip from the cut.
"Chase! God! What the hell is wrong with you?!" House yelled grabbing his arm and trying to put pressure on the injury.
Chase calmly pried his fingers off and gestured to the hole in his arm. "Look."
House looked, then stared as small bolts of lightening danced across the wound and started slowly mending cut muscles, blood vessels, arteries, veins, then finely skin leaving nothing but a red mark which it's self faded after a few long minutes.
House stumbled back, his cane dropping from numb fingers to clatter to the floor, looking like he was going to pass out.
Chase quickly grabbed a chair and pushed him into it before he could topple over. "House? You ok? Still with me?" He asked crouching next to the chair and wrapping his fingers around House's wrist checking his pulse, more the slightly worried that he'd scared the older doctor into a heart attack or stroke or something.
House shook Chase off his wrist, then grabbed Chase's arm and looked again at the smooth, flawless skin. If it wasn't for the blood everywhere you'd never known he'd cut him self. "How...? What are you?"
"Immortal. I- I only found out about it my self less then a week ago. I spent most of the day killing my self over and over and over again before I gave up, convinced I was cursed by God. Then I bumped into Jason. And he told me the truth. I'm one of thousands of men and woman who can't die. We live for hundreds or even thousands of years. We grow and age normally until we die for the first time then...we're like this. We never age or get sick, and we heal from almost any wounds." Chase explained.
House narrowed his eyes and poked Chase in the side.
Chase swatted at his hand snorting. "Not a ghost!"
"Almost?"
"What?"
"You said almost. You can heal from almost any wound."
Just then Methos and MacLeod walked in with raised eyebrows. "Uh is everything ok in here?"
"Um yeah." Chase said standing up and moving to clean up the bloody mess on the island.
"...Rob...what did you do?" Methos asked slowly between gritted teeth.
"He sliced his arm open!" House snapped holding up his hand which was still covered in Chase's blood.
Methos gave Chase a look that clearly said he thought Chase was a idiot.
"Well what was I going to do?! He saw me die, he pronounced me dead him self. Then he found me in the airport! You were there! I couldn't exactly bluff my way out of it could I?"
Methos and Mac sighed looking at House. "Well that cat's out of the bag now. Only known him like five minutes and he's already growing your 'tell everyone you know' style, Mac!" Methos observed moving to the fridge to grab a beer.
"Hey, let me have one of those." House said eying up the beer.
Chase frowned. "I don't think that's a good idea. You still look awfully pale..."
House scowled. "I wasn't the own bleeding all over, and since I don't recall changing my medical records to make you my doctor, shut up!"
Chase rolled his eyes and took the beer Methos was holding out and handed it to House. "Fine. If you die I'll just hide the body."
"We haven't gotten to that lesson yet." Methos said mildly, leaning against the counter.
"Well hurry the hell up!"
House ignored them and drank his beer wishing it was something a lot stronger.
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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: 13/?
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 cursed under his breath as he followed Chase into the kitchen where Chase calmly walked over and pulled out a large, sharp knife from the drawer. He calmly looked over at House as he pulled out a dish cloth and placed it on the island and positioned his arm over the cloth. "Come on. Get in close and watch." Then he pressed the knife against his forearm and cut a long deep wound, and watched the blood start to swell and drip from the cut.
"Chase! God! What the hell is wrong with you?!" House yelled grabbing his arm and trying to put pressure on the injury.
Chase calmly pried his fingers off and gestured to the hole in his arm. "Look."
House looked, then stared as small bolts of lightening danced across the wound and started slowly mending cut muscles, blood vessels, arteries, veins, then finely skin leaving nothing but a red mark which it's self faded after a few long minutes.
House stumbled back, his cane dropping from numb fingers to clatter to the floor, looking like he was going to pass out.
Chase quickly grabbed a chair and pushed him into it before he could topple over. "House? You ok? Still with me?" He asked crouching next to the chair and wrapping his fingers around House's wrist checking his pulse, more the slightly worried that he'd scared the older doctor into a heart attack or stroke or something.
House shook Chase off his wrist, then grabbed Chase's arm and looked again at the smooth, flawless skin. If it wasn't for the blood everywhere you'd never known he'd cut him self. "How...? What are you?"
"Immortal. I- I only found out about it my self less then a week ago. I spent most of the day killing my self over and over and over again before I gave up, convinced I was cursed by God. Then I bumped into Jason. And he told me the truth. I'm one of thousands of men and woman who can't die. We live for hundreds or even thousands of years. We grow and age normally until we die for the first time then...we're like this. We never age or get sick, and we heal from almost any wounds." Chase explained.
House narrowed his eyes and poked Chase in the side.
Chase swatted at his hand snorting. "Not a ghost!"
"Almost?"
"What?"
"You said almost. You can heal from almost any wound."
Just then Methos and MacLeod walked in with raised eyebrows. "Uh is everything ok in here?"
"Um yeah." Chase said standing up and moving to clean up the bloody mess on the island.
"...Rob...what did you do?" Methos asked slowly between gritted teeth.
"He sliced his arm open!" House snapped holding up his hand which was still covered in Chase's blood.
Methos gave Chase a look that clearly said he thought Chase was a idiot.
"Well what was I going to do?! He saw me die, he pronounced me dead him self. Then he found me in the airport! You were there! I couldn't exactly bluff my way out of it could I?"
Methos and Mac sighed looking at House. "Well that cat's out of the bag now. Only known him like five minutes and he's already growing your 'tell everyone you know' style, Mac!" Methos observed moving to the fridge to grab a beer.
"Hey, let me have one of those." House said eying up the beer.
Chase frowned. "I don't think that's a good idea. You still look awfully pale..."
House scowled. "I wasn't the own bleeding all over, and since I don't recall changing my medical records to make you my doctor, shut up!"
Chase rolled his eyes and took the beer Methos was holding out and handed it to House. "Fine. If you die I'll just hide the body."
"We haven't gotten to that lesson yet." Methos said mildly, leaning against the counter.
"Well hurry the hell up!"
House ignored them and drank his beer wishing it was something a lot stronger.
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Date: Saturday, August 5th, 2006 02:23 pm (UTC)this is getting better and better! poor house, having to deal with not one but three immortals all at once! giddy for an update!
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