Okay – I have to admit that this is very weird, and quite possibly entirely wrong. I've only seen the film/series that this is crossed with once, so it's quite possible that I got it all turned around in my head.

But I came up with this today – just in time (I hope) for the January CBPC, so I typed it up really quick.

I enjoyed writing it, so I hope you enjoy reading it.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own either one. I don't know exactly who does, but it sure isn't me.

He hates that it's all his fault.

He hates that now he has to admit the truth to his friends after years of lies.

And he hates that they are all looking at him expectantly, compassionately, understandingly. He hates it because he knows that their expressions will change soon enough.

He knows this because he's done it before; in other cities, in other eras. And every single time it's the same.

First is the laughter. You can't be immortal, they say, you must be joking.

So he proves them wrong, sighing as they watch the bleeding wounds close in front of their eyes.

Next come the denials, the rationalizations. It's some sort of magician's trick, right?

Unfortunately, no. This 'trick' is his life.

Anger usually comes next; anger springing from a fear of the unknown, a fear of deception, fear turned outward, fear of him.

(Sometimes, though, he thinks it's funny. He's not exactly what you'd call an intimidating specimen of manhood).

Then the pieces start to fall into place. People start to understand how he knows the things he does – the random snippets about obscure times and odd subjects. They see that his distance from pop culture comes not from a good work ethic or even antiscocial tendencies, but rather from the tediousness of experiencing the same events over and over.

They see him, finally, for what he is, but by then it's too late.

Sometimes, they reject him immediately, casting him out of his established niche in the world, abandoning him to the fates again. His current mentor would say that society, as a whole, is just trying to preserve the hierarchy of order and power within its structured existence, but he knows better.

He is different, and so he must be defended against at all costs.

In more (or perhaps less) understanding times they've believed his story. He's been a wizard, a shaman, and a mystic, as well as a human sacrifice, burned at the stake, killed for entertainment.

He's reasonably sure that none of that will happen this time, but he can't quite be certain. His friends are very resourceful, after all.

Now, more than ever, he hates how his…abnormality, for lack of a better word, separates him from the rest of the world. Here he has made what could possibly be the best friends of his life (all twelve hundred years of it), and now his story will rip them apart.

Every time it's the same. Every time he is shunned, rejected.

But, every time, he can't help but hope that maybe it will be different. Maybe this time they will see and understand.

Maybe this time he can stay.

He stands up, watching as their confused eyes follow his blood-stained and freshly-healed face, and begins his age-old story.

"My name is Zachary Uriah Addy, and I am an Immortal."

There! I hope you enjoyed it. I wasn't sure if crossovers were allowed in the CBPC challenges, but I posted it anyway. If it can't be accepted, then at least I had fun writing it.

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