TITLE: "Surprise Awakening."
AUTHOR: Ellie Dee
EMAIL: Ellie_Dee@hotmail.com
RATING: PG13-R
PAIRING: N/A
SUMMARY: I really hate to ruin the story. Let's just
say that the title says it all.
SPOILERS: Consider anything through Season 7 on Buffy
the Vampire Slayer and Highlander: Endgame, to be fair game.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, it's associated
characters and various inhabitants of the Highlander Universe
are the intellectual property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy,
Fox UPN, WB, Garry Douglas, Davis-Panzer Productions and
Gaumont Television. In other words; there is but one Goddess
and I am less than dirt.
DISTRIBUTION: You want it, you can have it. Just please keep
my name and Email address on it and let me know where it's
wandered off to.
FEEDBACK: Please!!! This is my drug of choice and I really
need a fix.
"Surprise Awakening."
By: Ellie Dee
It was a little before one in the morning when the silver BMW pulled to a stop in
the empty field on the outskirts of Sunnydale. The car sat there for several moments
until the trunk and the driver side door opened.
"I should have stayed in Wales," the tall man sighed as he climbed out of the car.
"The Watchers have entire teams for this sort of thing."
Making his way around to the rear of the car, the man used a flashlight as he
rummaged around in the trunk. All the while he silently bitched to himself in
a wide variety of languages, many of them forgotten. Finally he came across
the shovel the rental agency had been kind enough to supply.
Taking the shovel, he made his way over to a patch of ground that appeared to have
been freshly turned. Then using the cars headlights to see by, he began to dig.
For the next half hour, the man silently cursed various gods, the cheap folding
shovel and most of all his own luck.
It wasn't this bad in Rome, he thought, even during the Punic Wars.
There I am, minding my own business. Just doing a bit of researching at my favorite
bar in Los Angeles, when suddenly I feel one of us go through their First Death, or
at least start to.
You'd think that after all these centuries whatever passed for a conscience in me
would have shriveled up and died, he thought shaking his head. I guess I'm just
too nosy for my own good.
Finally the stranger felt the shovel bite into something that wasn't dirt. Putting
it aside, he knelt and began to clear away the dirt by hand. Soon he had uncovered
the small body of what he first thought was a teenage boy. Quickly he realized it
was actually a young man who appeared to be in his early 20's.
As the man cleared away the rest of the dirt he discovered an ornate gold hilted
dagger sticking out of the young mans stomach. Using his flashlight to examine
the dagger closer, he was surprised with what he found.
A Dagger of Kor' Meth. Hmmm..... Well, that would explain why you haven't regenerated.
The dagger must be shorting out your system.
I don't know who killed you kid, thought Mythos as he looked down at the still form
of Jonathan Levinson. But you have clearly made yourself some very powerful enemies,
these daggers are rare. They don't know you're an Immortal either, otherwise they
would have taken your head.
"Well kid, at least you won't be getting any older." He said aloud as he brushed
away some dirt from Jonathan's face. Slowly the expression on Mythos face began
to soften. It's funny, he thought, he reminds me a little of Petros.
*****
With surprising gentleness, Mythos laid Jonathan's body on the back seat of his
car and then covered it with a blanket.
Well, Mythos thought as he climbed behind the wheel, with luck we should be at
Amanda's beach house before dawn. It's been a long time since I've had a student,
he sighed wearily taking one last look in the rearview mirror.
Then suddenly chuckling to himself he thought, Looks like I'll get to play Obi-wan
to his Luke..........
Gods, that sounds so lame, he thought as he put the car in gear and pulled away.
I am really going to need a beer.
THE END.
AUTHOR: Ellie Dee
EMAIL: Ellie_Dee@hotmail.com
RATING: PG13-R
PAIRING: N/A
SUMMARY: I really hate to ruin the story. Let's just
say that the title says it all.
SPOILERS: Consider anything through Season 7 on Buffy
the Vampire Slayer and Highlander: Endgame, to be fair game.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, it's associated
characters and various inhabitants of the Highlander Universe
are the intellectual property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy,
Fox UPN, WB, Garry Douglas, Davis-Panzer Productions and
Gaumont Television. In other words; there is but one Goddess
and I am less than dirt.
DISTRIBUTION: You want it, you can have it. Just please keep
my name and Email address on it and let me know where it's
wandered off to.
FEEDBACK: Please!!! This is my drug of choice and I really
need a fix.
"Surprise Awakening."
By: Ellie Dee
It was a little before one in the morning when the silver BMW pulled to a stop in
the empty field on the outskirts of Sunnydale. The car sat there for several moments
until the trunk and the driver side door opened.
"I should have stayed in Wales," the tall man sighed as he climbed out of the car.
"The Watchers have entire teams for this sort of thing."
Making his way around to the rear of the car, the man used a flashlight as he
rummaged around in the trunk. All the while he silently bitched to himself in
a wide variety of languages, many of them forgotten. Finally he came across
the shovel the rental agency had been kind enough to supply.
Taking the shovel, he made his way over to a patch of ground that appeared to have
been freshly turned. Then using the cars headlights to see by, he began to dig.
For the next half hour, the man silently cursed various gods, the cheap folding
shovel and most of all his own luck.
It wasn't this bad in Rome, he thought, even during the Punic Wars.
There I am, minding my own business. Just doing a bit of researching at my favorite
bar in Los Angeles, when suddenly I feel one of us go through their First Death, or
at least start to.
You'd think that after all these centuries whatever passed for a conscience in me
would have shriveled up and died, he thought shaking his head. I guess I'm just
too nosy for my own good.
Finally the stranger felt the shovel bite into something that wasn't dirt. Putting
it aside, he knelt and began to clear away the dirt by hand. Soon he had uncovered
the small body of what he first thought was a teenage boy. Quickly he realized it
was actually a young man who appeared to be in his early 20's.
As the man cleared away the rest of the dirt he discovered an ornate gold hilted
dagger sticking out of the young mans stomach. Using his flashlight to examine
the dagger closer, he was surprised with what he found.
A Dagger of Kor' Meth. Hmmm..... Well, that would explain why you haven't regenerated.
The dagger must be shorting out your system.
I don't know who killed you kid, thought Mythos as he looked down at the still form
of Jonathan Levinson. But you have clearly made yourself some very powerful enemies,
these daggers are rare. They don't know you're an Immortal either, otherwise they
would have taken your head.
"Well kid, at least you won't be getting any older." He said aloud as he brushed
away some dirt from Jonathan's face. Slowly the expression on Mythos face began
to soften. It's funny, he thought, he reminds me a little of Petros.
*****
With surprising gentleness, Mythos laid Jonathan's body on the back seat of his
car and then covered it with a blanket.
Well, Mythos thought as he climbed behind the wheel, with luck we should be at
Amanda's beach house before dawn. It's been a long time since I've had a student,
he sighed wearily taking one last look in the rearview mirror.
Then suddenly chuckling to himself he thought, Looks like I'll get to play Obi-wan
to his Luke..........
Gods, that sounds so lame, he thought as he put the car in gear and pulled away.
I am really going to need a beer.
THE END.