Disclaimer:
Usual thing. I don't own anyone, and am not making any money from this.
This is a kind of alternative to Comes a Horseman and Archangel, and doesn't follow strict cannon. Contains slash overtones.
Feedback welcome, or visit my web-site at www.members.tripod.co.uk/Lajk24/S1.HTML.
Revelations
Chapter One: Farewell...
Richie Ryan slowed his bike to a halt as he caught the distinctive hum of the Immortal buzz. 'Damm!', he thought. He did not need this right now! All he wanted was to go and have a quiet drink at Joes, maybe chat to that new waitress he'd noticed there...
But, no, now he had to do the sword thing. It always happened at the most annoying times. Maybe he could avoid a fight, though. Well, you never knew, did you?
Methos glanced around at the umistakable buzz. He sighed. Here we go again, he thought.
"I'm Richie Ryan. I don't want to fight..." he heard called into the darkness as MacLeod's student made his way down the alleyway towards him. Methos sighed again, this time in relief. While he wasn't always the immortal boy wonder's biggest fan, he had no wish to challenge him.
"It's only Adam, Richie..." he called back.
Richie blinked hard, as he took in the sight of the other Immortal. A big, dark man with a nasty scar, grinning manicly. It wasn't possible. Kalas? But Mac had killed him, hadn't he?
"You're dead!" he managed.
'What?' thought Methos.
"Don't think so", he called back lightly, wondering what was going on.
"No, very much alive, but I think you might meet death rather soon..." the figure grinned, evilly. Richie shivered. What was going on? Never mind, he thought, he had to fight this time. He approached, pleased for the relative privacy of the alleyway.
"You're the one who will be dead. For real this time!" he spat.
"Huh? Richie, it's me, Adam! I don't want to fight you!"
"Is that supposed to scare me, Boy? Try your worst, then", Richie heard.
"You got it!" he snarled in response, attcking his opponant.
Methos, meanwhile, faced with an angry sword-wielding Richie Ryan, began backing away, only to manover himself into the end wall of the alley. 'Damm', he was backed in. He drew his sword but tried once more to get through to Richie. The boy had somehow got it into his head that he wanted a fight.
"Richie, stop! We don't have to do this!"
Richie stopped short, thinking he heard something, a voice, very mutted. Glancing briefly around, he could see no-one else there. There was just Kronos laughing in his face, sword ready. Well, the bastard would die this time, whatever trick he had pulled with Mac.
Methos sighed, but prepared to fight. Maybe it was the Gathering, or maybe Richie had learnt who he really was, and the lure of 5000 year-old quickening was too much, although he would have expected more from a student of MacLeod. He shrugged sadly. The boy had potential, Mac had done a good job, but if it came down to Richie or him, Methos would choose Methos every time.
Ten minutes later, Methos was slightly surprised to find himself having to work. Mac had done a good job with the boy, and he could see the same fire in his eyes that Mac had when fighting for the causes of justice and good. He really didn't want to kill Richie, but he may not have much choice.
Richie grinned as he put 'Kalas' on the defensive. Chopping and thrusting his way through the other man's guard, Richie smiled as he drew first blood, across his opponent's thigh. 'Kalas' gasped, distracted. Richie moved, cutting across the chest and arms, small, annoying cuts, aimed at slowing the other man down and letting him get even closer. Close enough to reach the neck.
Methos gritted his teeth. By still holding back, he had let Richie gain ground, and it looked like he wouldn't give up until he had Methos' quickening. Cursing again, he went on the offensive.
'Oh shit!' Richie thought, as he began to lose ground as quickly as he had gained it. He was forced back into the opposite wall, and had some nasty nicks across his arms. Back and forth it went. A few minutes later, time slowed down for Richie, as he was shocked to find his opponent's sword at his neck. He gulped.
Methos paused, finding his sword at Richie's neck. he had gone onto auto-pilot. Now, he tried to rein himself in, he still didn't want to kill the young Immortal.
"And now, my young friend, you die!" Richie heard. Acting purely on impulse, Richie took advantage of 'Kalas' momentery pause, and impaled the other man in the stomach, as a last ditch attempt to save his head.
Methos gasped as he felt Richie's sword enter his stomach, sliding out again just as quickly. His sword dropped a short distance, his hand shaking.
Richie gasped as the sword lowed a little. Shaking, he raised his sword. It was now or never.
Methos saw Richie raise his sword. Then 5000 years of instincts came back into play, and he swung madly, in a wild arc. Richie's head left his body, the head landed a few metres behind, the eyes staring in shock as the body crumpled a split-second later. Methos closed his eyes, as he felt the blood-loss make itself known to his body. He crumpled the the floor some seconds later. As the oldest Immortal died, two things flittered through his mind. One was, what the Hell just happened here? The second, MacLead will have my head, I've just killed his student! Then, he was gone, not even noticing the wide-eyed tattooed observer leaving the scene.
Usual thing. I don't own anyone, and am not making any money from this.
This is a kind of alternative to Comes a Horseman and Archangel, and doesn't follow strict cannon. Contains slash overtones.
Feedback welcome, or visit my web-site at www.members.tripod.co.uk/Lajk24/S1.HTML.
Revelations
Chapter One: Farewell...
Richie Ryan slowed his bike to a halt as he caught the distinctive hum of the Immortal buzz. 'Damm!', he thought. He did not need this right now! All he wanted was to go and have a quiet drink at Joes, maybe chat to that new waitress he'd noticed there...
But, no, now he had to do the sword thing. It always happened at the most annoying times. Maybe he could avoid a fight, though. Well, you never knew, did you?
Methos glanced around at the umistakable buzz. He sighed. Here we go again, he thought.
"I'm Richie Ryan. I don't want to fight..." he heard called into the darkness as MacLeod's student made his way down the alleyway towards him. Methos sighed again, this time in relief. While he wasn't always the immortal boy wonder's biggest fan, he had no wish to challenge him.
"It's only Adam, Richie..." he called back.
Richie blinked hard, as he took in the sight of the other Immortal. A big, dark man with a nasty scar, grinning manicly. It wasn't possible. Kalas? But Mac had killed him, hadn't he?
"You're dead!" he managed.
'What?' thought Methos.
"Don't think so", he called back lightly, wondering what was going on.
"No, very much alive, but I think you might meet death rather soon..." the figure grinned, evilly. Richie shivered. What was going on? Never mind, he thought, he had to fight this time. He approached, pleased for the relative privacy of the alleyway.
"You're the one who will be dead. For real this time!" he spat.
"Huh? Richie, it's me, Adam! I don't want to fight you!"
"Is that supposed to scare me, Boy? Try your worst, then", Richie heard.
"You got it!" he snarled in response, attcking his opponant.
Methos, meanwhile, faced with an angry sword-wielding Richie Ryan, began backing away, only to manover himself into the end wall of the alley. 'Damm', he was backed in. He drew his sword but tried once more to get through to Richie. The boy had somehow got it into his head that he wanted a fight.
"Richie, stop! We don't have to do this!"
Richie stopped short, thinking he heard something, a voice, very mutted. Glancing briefly around, he could see no-one else there. There was just Kronos laughing in his face, sword ready. Well, the bastard would die this time, whatever trick he had pulled with Mac.
Methos sighed, but prepared to fight. Maybe it was the Gathering, or maybe Richie had learnt who he really was, and the lure of 5000 year-old quickening was too much, although he would have expected more from a student of MacLeod. He shrugged sadly. The boy had potential, Mac had done a good job, but if it came down to Richie or him, Methos would choose Methos every time.
Ten minutes later, Methos was slightly surprised to find himself having to work. Mac had done a good job with the boy, and he could see the same fire in his eyes that Mac had when fighting for the causes of justice and good. He really didn't want to kill Richie, but he may not have much choice.
Richie grinned as he put 'Kalas' on the defensive. Chopping and thrusting his way through the other man's guard, Richie smiled as he drew first blood, across his opponent's thigh. 'Kalas' gasped, distracted. Richie moved, cutting across the chest and arms, small, annoying cuts, aimed at slowing the other man down and letting him get even closer. Close enough to reach the neck.
Methos gritted his teeth. By still holding back, he had let Richie gain ground, and it looked like he wouldn't give up until he had Methos' quickening. Cursing again, he went on the offensive.
'Oh shit!' Richie thought, as he began to lose ground as quickly as he had gained it. He was forced back into the opposite wall, and had some nasty nicks across his arms. Back and forth it went. A few minutes later, time slowed down for Richie, as he was shocked to find his opponent's sword at his neck. He gulped.
Methos paused, finding his sword at Richie's neck. he had gone onto auto-pilot. Now, he tried to rein himself in, he still didn't want to kill the young Immortal.
"And now, my young friend, you die!" Richie heard. Acting purely on impulse, Richie took advantage of 'Kalas' momentery pause, and impaled the other man in the stomach, as a last ditch attempt to save his head.
Methos gasped as he felt Richie's sword enter his stomach, sliding out again just as quickly. His sword dropped a short distance, his hand shaking.
Richie gasped as the sword lowed a little. Shaking, he raised his sword. It was now or never.
Methos saw Richie raise his sword. Then 5000 years of instincts came back into play, and he swung madly, in a wild arc. Richie's head left his body, the head landed a few metres behind, the eyes staring in shock as the body crumpled a split-second later. Methos closed his eyes, as he felt the blood-loss make itself known to his body. He crumpled the the floor some seconds later. As the oldest Immortal died, two things flittered through his mind. One was, what the Hell just happened here? The second, MacLead will have my head, I've just killed his student! Then, he was gone, not even noticing the wide-eyed tattooed observer leaving the scene.