Title: There will be stars forever

Fandom: Highlander/White Collar

Disclaimer: not my characters

Warnings: future!fic for Highlander; early in the series for White Collar

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 250

Point of view: third

Prompt: Highlander, Methos, pickpocketing.


His name is Ben Adamson today, and he's an Australian on loan with some Aborigine artifacts for the Museum of Natural History. He's charmed everyone he's to work with and being back in the States has been fun so far. He let the elder Highlander know he's in town, shot the shit about Duncan (off on another crusade to save everyone in need of it), and now he's on the way to his hotel. Ben's got a bit more money than Adam (graduate student, young Watcher, and then infant immortal) had, but it's still not what Methos would like.

He's doing the whole tourist thing on the way, noting what has changed and what hasn't, editing his mental map of the city. A pretty young thing catches his eye: slim, fit, brilliant blue eyes, artfully tousled dark hair.

While he watches, the kid (a pre-immortal, maybe he should stay around longer?) expertly picks the pockets of passing businessmen, and then slips the wallets into the pockets of others. After a moment, he realizes that all the victims are going into the same office building, so the chaos should be minimized.

When the man whose outfit screams Fed walks up and claims the kid, he understands.

Hmm. Ben Adamson may be permanently reassigned to New York. The kid bears further watching, and if he's a criminal who turned on his own kind… well. He'll probably be dead soon, and Duncan would be so disappointed if Methos let him go it alone.