Fandom: Highlander: The series
Pairing: pre-slash Duncan/Methos
Wordcount: 257
Beta read: no. help pretty please?
currently very Methos-centric
Prologue ~ Genesis: Post-Archangel/Ahriman, Macleod has disappeared leaving a grief-stricken Joe. Watchers are in shock over the highlander beheading his own Student. Is it another Dark Quickening? Whilst the highlander has fled to South Asia-- Methos is plagued by more than his habitual foray of night-spectres… something is troubling the Old Man. Is it linked to his forgotten years, prior to his first head? How is it related to an ancient Millennial Challenge?
a/n: for more information if curious venture to my livejournal. Mistakes are all mine. I'm sorry, but updates will probably be sporadic despite both MsSs and Libra being beloved projects. Characters not mine. No infringement intended, no profit derived.
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Prologue:
:Seacouver immediately post Archangel:
The highlander's face, anguished and beseeching as he held out his katana--
"No. Absolutely not."
Supporting Joe as the mortal broke down on his shoulder, Methos watched the younger immortal stagger away, sobbing. Oh Mac. The ancient felt every one of his weary five millennia. Events had culminated so swiftly. One moment they had been on the barge talking to Mac --next moment the Highlander took off, thrusting the phone at Joe, urging him tersely to keep Ryan on the phone.
Grabbing Joe firmly about his shoulders, Methos lead the still weeping bluesman outside as his thoughts race ahead. They'd need to get Richie out of there before watchers -or Paris' own les flics - got to the scene. It'd be up to him, Joe was certainly not in any state to help; and Mac had fled, his sanity unravelling in threads… horror stricken and utterly broken by an apparent demonic force that had blinded him to committing an act, an act of unforgivable atrocity by the honourable Scots' moral code.
Situating the other man in his Rover the older immortal took a moment to gather his wits before opening the trunk. Lean fingers ran over his brow briefly whilst he opened the back of the car. Methos noted distantly that he was trembling. Well. That would be shock then. Not a particularly common occurrence nowadays. Tightening fingers around car keys so that they dug into his palm painfully Methos inhaled sharply before straightening his shoulders-- he had to see to Ryan.
tbc
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