Intro and Background:

Lily Connors is an Immortal, born in 1596 in Ireland but shortly after her sister's birth in 1598 the family moved to reunite with relatives in Scotland. After the death both of his first wife and her initial intended, she was betrothed to Duncan MacLeod before his untimely death. Distraught by the loss of a lifelong friend and husband-to-be, Lily and her sister traveled back to Ireland where they were both killed by marauders one night returning from a ball near Galway.

Lily awoke to her sister dead, and herself covered in blood, their bodies dumped off the side of the road. She was found by an immortal, Adamo, who claimed to be an Italian courtier traveling the isles. He was, in fact, Methos (the oldest living immortal, even then) and he took her under his care and tutelage. They fell in love, like you do, but Methos had never been with an immortal woman for more than a couple decades and Lily continually had a nagging feeling that Duncan was the man she was always intended for. When Lily received intelligence in the 1770s that Duncan was alive and immortal, she and Methos parted. However, due to other adventures, travels, events, etc, Lily didn't actually find Duncan until 1994. They reunited, and then Methos made his reappearance in her life less than two years later. Duncan and Lily as a couple did not last - they cared deeply for each other, but centuries apart living different lives brought them to the conclusion that they were not meant to be. Still, they remain close friends.

The connection between Lily and Methos, however, has always been undeniable - even when they try to deny it themselves. Then came the near-apocalypse with Kronos, epic romance engaged, and they lived more-or-less-happily ever after... (see story: Lost to Each Other)

Until the Doctor appears (see story: Entrapment). Well, more accurately until Lily is abducted by an alien collective who choose her for companion as appreciation for the Doctor saving the universe. A lot. As they dangle the lives of Methos, Duncan, and Lily agree to travel with the Doctor, she acquiesces rather than risk their lives. Downside choice is that they managed to select someone who is both what the Doctor needs, and what he wants. And she, in time, cannot ignore how drawn she is to him. Eventually their feelings take hold and they give in to them. They marry, and travel, and save the universe almost as much as they endanger it.
Lily's time in the Tardis comes to an end... for a time. The Doctor regenerates, and eventually returns to her for more travel. By now they've been together off an on for over 150 years. It's not an easy life for either of them, but it's not one either is willing to give up permanently. As of right now, however, they're on a break. Methos and Lily have never really 'broken up' as The Doctor always returns her to him within a reasonable amount of time. Still, as knowledge of the universe expands for humanity, there's more attention paid to life on Earth which is more than normal. Two immortals, one who is married to a Time Lord and the other who is over 5,000 years old, have a difficult time staying away from everyone's radar.

This is the start of a new extension of Lily's life.

Current Lily Connors Stories (In Chronological Order):
Lost in Each Other
Entrapment
Mythos
False Regeneration
*BIG TIME GAP*
Extraction

Upcoming Stories:
Revenge of the Horsemen (10th Doctor)
Stolen Thoughts / The Watchers (10th Doctor)
Only Human (10th Doctor)
The Last Immortal (10th Doctor & Methos)
Reunited (11th Doctor)
Planet of the Angels (11th Doctor & River Song)
Don't Lose Your Head(less Monks) (11th Doctor & Methos)
Captivity (MCU Loki, Thor & 11th Doctor)
A Life Worth Saving (MCU Loki, Thor & 11th Doctor)
Don't Cross the Mages (MCU Loki, Thor & 10th Doctor)
Return of the Angels (MCU Loki, Thor, 11th Doctor & Methos)


Leaning back on the steel bench, Lily ran her hands through her hair before resting her head back on the cool metal.
"You will not speak your mind." The voice came from the other side of the paddock.
Lily willed herself not to look at him. "You won't like what I have to say," she replied.
His now familiar chuckle echoed off the walls. "Indeed."
After another brief silence, Lily pursed her lips together, resisting the urge to sigh. He had proven more difficult to read than she cared for, but that didn't mean she hadn't been able to work him out. It had been an interminable week and focusing on his inner workings gave her a focus other than the one their captors wanted her to have each time they returned her to the cell.
She felt her frustration increasing under his gaze.
"You're trying to test me," she grumbled. "Why?"
"Because you will not share your insights with me," he remarked.
She sat up abruptly. "And what might you conclude to be the reason for that?"
He held his hands up in mock apology. "I admit I am not the easiest man to hold discourse with," he grinned.
She rolled her eyes. "Even if I told you, you wouldn't heed me," she finally said.
Their eyes locked and she decided if he really wanted the truth, now he would get it.
"You gave up on yourself."
His eyes flickered with a darkness she'd seen many times, and not just in him. "I did no such-"
"You did," she cut in. "You ceased believing you could be saved, that you were worth saving. At that point it doesn't matter how much anyone cares for you, how much they believe in you. When you shut down, shut yourself out from seeing the light, the darkness consumes everything."
"You speak as though there was light inside me," he growled.
"There is," she replied, unphased. He scoffed. "Don't misunderstand me. Call it what you will - inner light, strong character - not everyone has it. Some must work to develop it, and even then it can fade. It can diminish slowly or be snuffed out in an instant. It can be bricked over, or it can be wrenched away from us, and shut away so we cannot see it anymore."
"And you believe that is what happened to me?"
"I know."
He did not stand, but his muscles flexed as though preparing to pounce. "And what would you know of it? Do you know who I am, truly? Do you know what I have done?"
"Yes. And you're so shut off from everything you exist in this bubble where you alone have had those experiences, felt those emotions. Hate to burst your little bubble, but you're not that special."
"How dare you," he snarled.
"Have you ever been with anyone you gave yourself to, and who gave themselves to you, fully?"
His eyes widened, then narrowed. Lily resisted smiling as the change in tactic startled him.
"I thought we were discussing my lack of faith in myself, not my conquests and exploits."
"We are," she corrected. "And you just solidified my point while answering my question."
Puzzlement was soon overtaken by comprehension and the dark look crossed his eyes again.
"You may yet regret trading these barbs, dear," he purred.
"I might," she shrugged, "But if it gets you to wake the hell up, I probably won't."
"I still don't follow."
"How could you?" She gave him a small smile, not patronizing, but rather like a teacher trying to encourage a student to grasp an idea. "You've just admitted that anyone you've been intimate with you see as a conquest or exploit. Not even you could say that with absolute conviction unless you've never truly had a lover who gave themselves over to you completely, and who you accepted as an equal."
He grinned. "That isn't possible for me."
"Your arrogance is one of your most defensive characteristics, you know," she chided and his smile disappeared. "There. I've gotten through on one point."
She continued gazing at him, intent. He shifted uncomfortably on the bench, though he held eye contact. He wasn't one to back down from confrontation, but nor was she and in this battle she had the upper hand. After a moment of tense silence, something cracked inside him. He no longer looked frustrated, he simply looked wounded. Lily studied him a bit longer to gauge if it was a ruse. When she reached out to touch his hand and he jerked it away, she had her answer.
She pulled her hand back and rubbed it on her knee.
"Intimacy conversation tabled for the time being," she said. "It is one facet that defines shutting yourself off."
He looked suspiciously at her.
"I'll explain later. If we get a later," she sighed.
He leaned back against the wall, once again at ease. "You seem to give these people credit for whatever information they're trying to extract."
"No," she stated, laying down on the bench again. "Not for that. But they did manage to steal us away, no easy feat in either case, and I won't underestimate their impatience if they're not granted access to whatever information they think to get from us."
"What do they have to gain by our deaths?" His tone was casual, one of a man who thinks himself unbeatable to a point - and that if he does die he deserves it.
"That's the unknown. Hopefully nothing, because if there is something to gain then we serve little purpose whether or not we give them what they're asking."
"Unless we're the only ones with access to the information they seek."
She nodded, the thought having occurred to her, but she liked testing how much he was working out for himself.
"You've been in these situations before," he began.
"As have you."
"Yes, but not as much as you have."
"Point?" If he could be short with her, she would ensure he knew she could retaliate.
He leaned closer to her, resting his elbows on his knees as he lowered his head closer to her level.
"How do you manage to always escape?"
She blinked in response, as though wondering if he actually thought her dense enough to answer that inquiry honestly.
"You can't always give your captors what they desire, and yet you cannot always deny them useful information. And you're valuable enough that no one has yet ended your life."
Lily refrained from releasing the hollow laugh building inside her. If only that last part were true. She turned her head toward him. "And you think I've managed this long by conveying my secrets to other captives?"
He smiled, a knowing smile that indicated she passed some sort of test he'd just set up for her. "I think there's far more to you than our captors realize."
Lily smiled back. "If you think you'll be the one to puzzle it all out, you should be prepared for disappointment."
His eyes darkened, but only for a second, before he chuckled. "I rather enjoy a challenge."
"Yes, well, challenge would be an understatement," she pushed back. "You don't even know my name, Loki."
He blinked, refusing to back away but Lily could see she'd gotten to him. "Would you grant me the courtesy?"
"And what would my name tell you about me that you don't already know?"
"Likely very little," he replied. "But I would consider it a politeness. After all, who knows how long they'll keep us locked up here together and I should think we've gotten to know enough about each other to allow such an exchange. Or I could just choose one for you." He smirked at the last.
"I am, ashamedly, a bit curious what name you might select," she said. "However, I'll affront my own curiosity for the time being. You're right. We've been here over a week and you should at least know that about me. My name is Lily."
"You have no surname?"
"I have several - and look who's talking."
"Indeed." He reached for her hand, and she let him take it and press it to his lips before adding. "If circumstances were different I would say it is a pleasure to meet you, Lily."
"Not sure I would say the same," Lily remarked, but she smiled back at him nonetheless.
"You like me better than you would have me believe. And you don't like yourself for it."
"I dislike myself for many reasons. You shouldn't think too highly of yourself for being counted among them."
They looked at each other for a moment, and Lily knew he caught her lies. His perceptions, though colored by his prejudices and emotional wounds, were better than she initially figured. She'd heard him called the Father of Lies and could have laughed at such a blatant misinterpretation of the concept. Still, lying to him was exceptionally difficult. Yet confiding in him, offering her opinions and feelings regarding him while she was still forming them, was as dangerous as trusting him.