FIC: Highlander: The Aussie (14/?)
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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: 14/?
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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"Alright lets go over this again. Immortal?"
Chase sighed and dropped his head down to his knees. "House we've been over this! How many times can we say the same thing?"
"Well go over it again! This is too much to believe!" House snapped glaring at the Aussie.
Methos calmly started explaining for about the dozenth time. "We're Immortals. We've existed since the dawn of time. We're born, we grown up like any other child complete with illnesses and injures, then one day we die. Fall off a cliff, get bucked by a horse, get kicked in the head while changing a horseshoe, stabbed, disease, suffocation, fall off the roof, shot, hit by a car, any number of ways to die. Only difference is we don't say dead. Within anywhere from minutes to hours to days we wake up. From the point on we can't die and we no longer age. We go go on though out the ages blending in, hiding what we are, moving every few decades or so. Rob here had his first death last week. Now I'm his teacher and my friend Mac is here to help me with him."
"Teaching him what?"
"...various things. How to set up new identities, how to kill off your old ones and inherit your own belongings. Things he'll need to know to survive."
"You're lying. All of you. There's something you're not telling me. Before Chase said Immortals can heal from almost any injury, and if nothing can kill you why isn't everyone Immortal? Why isn't the planet overflowing with you guys?"
Methos and Mac exchanged looks then sighed. "Two reasons. There is one way we can die permanently. Decapitation. Some Immortals choose to play The Game. They hunt down other Immortals to take their heads. That's why Jason and I are teaching Rob to fight. He needs to learn to protect him self quickly if he's going to survive. The other reason there are only a few thousand of us is that we don't reproduce. We're all sterile."
"What?! How can a species survive if none of you reproduce?! How the hell can there be new Immortal like Chase?!"
"We...don't know. No one does. We're all foundlings. In the old days a couple might open their door to find a new born and assume it's a gift from the gods or faeries or such. In modern times a people just think it's a dumpster baby, or a baby is left as a hospital and the well meaning staff switch it with a couples still born child. But in all cases we have no biological parents and we can never father or mother any children. Where ever we come from we have no control over it." Methos explained.
"Stop looking at me like that! I know what you're thinking and NO you can not experiment on me!" Chase snapped seeing House looking at him concideringly.
"Awww come on! Not like I can kill you! And aren't you curious? Where you come from? What you are? If this could be used to cure disease or injures in mortals?" House wheedled.
Mac and Methos were tense. "Dr. House, I think you should avoid this topic of conversation. Most Immortals who's been doctors have run tests on them selves and none of us have every found anything in us that could be used to help mortals. It's simply not...contagious. And none of us like the thought of being lab rats. All of us living in modern times have seen the horror and scifi movies, Mac here has even gone though it. Being kidnapped and experimented on by a doctor. Despite our longer life spans we're still human. We're raised thinking and feeling the same way you do. I can assure you any of us would do anything if we could give out Immortality to mortals. If we could save the lives of the men and women we fall in love with. But the fact is there simply isn't a way."
"You've lost people?"
"Yes. Many. I've been married 69 times, and in love...hundreds of times more. And I've lost all of them. Even in MacLeod's short life time he's lost many lovers. It's the major down side of being Immortal. We can love, but every time we know we can never give them children, and we'll have to leave them in only a few decades, or drag them away from their lives with us and watch them grow old and die. Or even worse other Immortals use them against us and they die. Or we have to watch them die from disease. Plagues. Cancer. One way or the other we always lose the ones we love." Methos said quietly.
House frowned and looked over at Chase thinking about his wombat having to go though that. And that was only if some psycho, with a axe or something, didn't come a long and pull a Marie Antoinette on him.
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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: 14/?
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.
---
"Alright lets go over this again. Immortal?"
Chase sighed and dropped his head down to his knees. "House we've been over this! How many times can we say the same thing?"
"Well go over it again! This is too much to believe!" House snapped glaring at the Aussie.
Methos calmly started explaining for about the dozenth time. "We're Immortals. We've existed since the dawn of time. We're born, we grown up like any other child complete with illnesses and injures, then one day we die. Fall off a cliff, get bucked by a horse, get kicked in the head while changing a horseshoe, stabbed, disease, suffocation, fall off the roof, shot, hit by a car, any number of ways to die. Only difference is we don't say dead. Within anywhere from minutes to hours to days we wake up. From the point on we can't die and we no longer age. We go go on though out the ages blending in, hiding what we are, moving every few decades or so. Rob here had his first death last week. Now I'm his teacher and my friend Mac is here to help me with him."
"Teaching him what?"
"...various things. How to set up new identities, how to kill off your old ones and inherit your own belongings. Things he'll need to know to survive."
"You're lying. All of you. There's something you're not telling me. Before Chase said Immortals can heal from almost any injury, and if nothing can kill you why isn't everyone Immortal? Why isn't the planet overflowing with you guys?"
Methos and Mac exchanged looks then sighed. "Two reasons. There is one way we can die permanently. Decapitation. Some Immortals choose to play The Game. They hunt down other Immortals to take their heads. That's why Jason and I are teaching Rob to fight. He needs to learn to protect him self quickly if he's going to survive. The other reason there are only a few thousand of us is that we don't reproduce. We're all sterile."
"What?! How can a species survive if none of you reproduce?! How the hell can there be new Immortal like Chase?!"
"We...don't know. No one does. We're all foundlings. In the old days a couple might open their door to find a new born and assume it's a gift from the gods or faeries or such. In modern times a people just think it's a dumpster baby, or a baby is left as a hospital and the well meaning staff switch it with a couples still born child. But in all cases we have no biological parents and we can never father or mother any children. Where ever we come from we have no control over it." Methos explained.
"Stop looking at me like that! I know what you're thinking and NO you can not experiment on me!" Chase snapped seeing House looking at him concideringly.
"Awww come on! Not like I can kill you! And aren't you curious? Where you come from? What you are? If this could be used to cure disease or injures in mortals?" House wheedled.
Mac and Methos were tense. "Dr. House, I think you should avoid this topic of conversation. Most Immortals who's been doctors have run tests on them selves and none of us have every found anything in us that could be used to help mortals. It's simply not...contagious. And none of us like the thought of being lab rats. All of us living in modern times have seen the horror and scifi movies, Mac here has even gone though it. Being kidnapped and experimented on by a doctor. Despite our longer life spans we're still human. We're raised thinking and feeling the same way you do. I can assure you any of us would do anything if we could give out Immortality to mortals. If we could save the lives of the men and women we fall in love with. But the fact is there simply isn't a way."
"You've lost people?"
"Yes. Many. I've been married 69 times, and in love...hundreds of times more. And I've lost all of them. Even in MacLeod's short life time he's lost many lovers. It's the major down side of being Immortal. We can love, but every time we know we can never give them children, and we'll have to leave them in only a few decades, or drag them away from their lives with us and watch them grow old and die. Or even worse other Immortals use them against us and they die. Or we have to watch them die from disease. Plagues. Cancer. One way or the other we always lose the ones we love." Methos said quietly.
House frowned and looked over at Chase thinking about his wombat having to go though that. And that was only if some psycho, with a axe or something, didn't come a long and pull a Marie Antoinette on him.
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Date: Monday, August 7th, 2006 12:31 pm (UTC)