Title: I'm bound to die, you said, someday
Fandom: Highlander/Star Trek reboot
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Sandra Cisneros
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 175
Point of view: third
Prompt: Highlander/Star Trek Reboot, Methos & Enterprise Crew; Methos gains a reputation for being the only red shirt able to go out on a mission with the main crew and come back relatively unscathed.
His name is Matt again, and he's considered cannon fodder. He's flying under the radar, trying to live without making too much of a splash. He figures he'll find a nice-enough planet and let himself die.
Except, seven missions in a row, the planets are unbearably awful, so he doesn't die. He saves the captain, first officer, and CMO, and now people are noticing him. Being noticed never ends well.
And then he does die and McCoy nearly gets his head blown off trying to protect his body, out of some misplaced sense of loyalty, and Matt wakes up to the McCoy yelling at the natives, trying to hide his fear.
"Fuck," he mutters, lunging to his feet. The natives scream, drop their spears (and, seriously, why are all the planets pre-industrial? he's read records of ones that aren't, but hasn't been to one yet. he tired of living without air-conditioning way before it was invented), and McCoy stares at him, open-mouthed and wide-eyed.
"This doesn't have to make it into the report, right?" he asks.