Working Title: The Lonely Gods
Fandom: Highlander /-possible later crossover
Following a devastating meteor shower of catastrophic proportion, civilization collapses. Millions die, including most of the Immortals. The meteors cause so much damage to the Earth's crust, that the earth's plates shift and landmasses now link all of the continents as is they'd always been that way.
With so much death and destruction, technical knowledge is lost and things like electricity and computers became unimaginable tales by the fireside. The surviving Watchers see the perfect solution to the world's problems, and convince the remaining Immortals to come forward and help mankind recover from the worldwide disaster. For many of the remaining Immortals had all come from Eras before electricity, where mankind had to make due with what they could grow and make from the raw materials around them.
Methos had been in a train station when the world had began to fall apart around him. It had happened all so quickly.
He had been returning to civilization after a sabbatical in his beloved Himalayas and a lovely Tibetan monastery that he had frequented for centuries. He had been going South, into India, to get to a private plane he had stored there. He had been planning to travel some more, maybe visit Joe, maybe be a doctor again or a scientist. But then the world went to hell. Fire. Buildings and stone falling. And screaming.
He had become pinned beneath stone debris when the quickenings had hit. Hundreds of Immortals pouring into him. He had died from the onslaught of so many simultaneous quickenings, horrified at the thought that all of those quickenings had to come to him to find a living Immortal.
Since then he had been trapped in an endless cycle of waking and dying, trapped in darkness. Every waking moment an agony. It wasn't the first time it had happened to him, it wasn't even the worst time, but Methos greatly feared it would be the last. He wasn't entirely sure how much time had passed, only that it had been years. But he shored up his mind and endured. He had great experience with this sort of hell and he wouldn't let it be the end of him. He had lost his mind before, endured insanity. For a thousand years.
But never again.
So he had reached into himself, immersing into a deep meditation. He still felt the pain, recognized it, but as is from far away. Aware of the world around him, but detached from it. So he let his thoughts wander, his mind pondering endless subjects and memories. And time passed, and he was aware it did, but it became meaningless. Not that time had ever quite meant as much to someone as old as he.
Time…
Civilization is all but destroyed by devastating meteors. The population is greatly reduced and the majority of the Immortals perish. Methos is trapped directly after the Apocalypse, and it is not until a few centuries later that he is discovered and freed by some miners. Methos must adjust to this new world and lead his new found people to greatness.