Jan. 26th, 2016 11:22 am
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Wow, it's been a long time since I posted here. So here's a bit of house-cleaning, with fic I've posted on AO3 but not yet posted here:

Obi-Wan's Leap
fandom: Star Wars
summary: The Force is always there for the Force sensitive - there is no escape or avoidance. Obi-Wan has spent his life living with the Force and meditating on it. In the end, he leaps into it entirely.

What's In a Name
fandom: Leverage, Highlander
summary: “Names come and go. People who know who, and what, you are… that is more rare.”

Here We Belong
fandom: Highlander, Pretadors
“Hello, Earth,” Isabelle’s voice had been received by any radio directed to the stars. “We have an alien space ship, a partial list of humans kidnapped and killed by the aliens, and a long story to tell.”
Duncan MacLeod had left Paris to join the quickly growing community built up around the landed spacecraft three days after the first broadcast.
Joe didn’t follow.

an ancient absent god
fandom: Highlander
“Believe in yourself. You are an ancient, absent god, discussed only rarely by literary scholars. So if you don’t believe, no one will.” – @NightValeRadio, 7/4/13, 9:28 AM

Every miracle is a betrayal revealed
fandom: Highlander
“Come on, miracles are just random good things that happen. How is that a betrayal?”
“It’s a random good thing, yes, but it always begs the questions: why didn’t it happen sooner? More often? Better? If it could happen once, what about all those times when it didn’t happen?”
“So the world isn’t fair or nice.” Joe shrugged. “We already knew that. A miracle just shows that sometimes there’s an exception.”
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So 2014 sucked pretty badly. I am really hoping that 2015 is a massive improvement. (And please, please let it not be worse -- I have a finite number of family members.)

Anyway, the end of the year showed some improvement and the new year is starting off well. So I am paying a bit more attention to fandom and realized how long it's been since I posted here. Even when I had posted fanfic, I never got around to updating here. So, to correct this error: 

The Price of Secrets (on AO3) (or on
Fandoms: Buffy and NCIS
Summary: This fight for jurisdiction did not go the way Gibbs had expected.

Leah's Happy Ending (on AO3)
Fandom: the Mercy Thompson series by Patricia Briggs
Summary:Everyone knew that Bran had only married Leah because she was too stupid and petty for him to ever run the risk of falling in love with her. No one thought about how Leah herself must feel that knowledge like a constant insult. No one deserves that kind of abuse.

The Ambassador (on AO3) (or on
Fandoms: Labyrinth and Stargate
Summary: Ambassador Sarah Williams is brought in to the Stargate program to help deal with the Tok'ra. (set after Her Kingdom as Great, and does not stand on its own.)

Smooth as a River Stone (on AO3) (or on
Fandoms: Highlander and Stargate
Summary: Thousands of years later, Jake O'Neil's descendant looks out the temple palace to see what the god Methos sees. (This will make absolutely no sense if you haven't already read A Square Peg in a Round Hole.)

To everyone reading this: Happy new year!

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Last year (good grief, time got away from me), the amazing [personal profile] pentapus drew a picture of Taura and Methos on a space station.

Taura and Methos on a space station

Here (finally) is the story I wrote for it: 

Walking Away Whistling

Summary: Taura doesn't like House Bharaputra. She doesn't like Cetaganda. And she is extremely curious as to why they are both trying to acquire Dr. Pierce Argall.
Available on: AO3,, and below: 

Walking Away Whistling )
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In an attempt to do something mildly productive that has a finished object that I can point to and say "I accomplished something," I've written two new short fanfics. Given that I'm currently in that sort of mind set to begin with, it seemed like a golden opportunity to complete some of the depressing stories that I normally don't write. Thus:

The Trial of Lancelot (on AO3 and on
I love Heather Dale's music, but I pretty cordially dislike Arthurian legend. (First season Merlin being a rare exception.) Thus, I have decidedly mixed feelings regarding Heather Dale's song, The Trial of Lancelot. It's on my regular playlist, but it always makes me kind of mad.
Thus, I wrote a short fic on my issues, particularly around the verse:
"The trial's charge was treason,
And betrayal of an oath.
And should his guilt be proven,
Death would fall on traitors both.”


Insanity of Survival (on AO3 and on
A while back I was rereading a much of Valdemar stories and thought it would be pretty awesome to have Methos interacting with the Companions of Valdemar, seeing as how they all look like white horses, and he's got something of a past with white horses. With a bit of prompting from Pentapus, I wound up writing two different stories about post-Death-on-a-white-horse!Methos dealing with Companions. Meanwhile, I thought of, but decided not to write a version that has pre-Death-on-a-white-horse!Methos having been a Herald of Valdemar... and then somehow becoming Death on a Horse. Well, here's that story.
Summary: Being Death was merely a side effect of the white horses, and the white horses were a result of having been ripped apart and left to survive.

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Prompt: Highlander, Methos, Delusions of Grandeur

Ficlet: God of blindness
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Prompt: Highlander/X-Men, Methos + Xavier, the only person he’s found whose mind he can’t feel at all

Fill: Peering Into the Depths

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I’ve been re-reading Mercedes Lackey’s Valdemar series. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a sparkly mystical horse come up to you and let you know that you are a good person, and a powerful person, and you will do great deeds and help people and be loved and respected all of your days and never make mistakes because your mystical horse will help you know what the right path is?

I am at a point in my life where I could really use that kind of reassurance. On the other hand, possibly because I am at a point where I need that reassurance, I am most decidedly not at a point at which I would trust it coming from a mystical horse.

It’s something of a Catch-22.

However, despite my cynicism and skepticism, I still really enjoy the books. And I’ve been thinking back on an old idea that there really needs to be a Methos-in-Valdemar story. I am quite desperate to read one, and it’s possible that I’ll finally have to give in and write it myself. Thinking along those lines, I’ve been thinking through potential plot ideas and character arcs and finding a lot more of the later than the former, alas, since the character arc is largely Methos being adamant that he will never again ride an all white horse or wear all white himself, especially not when the token bit of color is blue, like the woad with which he once painted his face.

And then I got an idea that was so very awesome and yet so very horrible that I have to release it out into my plot-bunny pasture immediately because it would be amazingly soul destroying to try to write it.

I had previously been thinking of Methos as becoming a Herald of Valdemar at some unstated point after his Horsemen days.

What if it was immediately prior to his Horsemen days, or even overlapping the early portion of them?

Set the whole story at the end of days for Valdemar.

There’s a major war, a major disaster, or whatever, and something just happens and Valdemar loses. Maybe all the Companions are killed, or maybe there just haven’t been that many being born for the past few centuries. But Methos is the last one.

He did his best. He helped the survivors find new places. He watched over them being fully absorbed into their new countries and cultures and he alone was left with his Companion.

He has a close mind-bond with his Companion. They have been together for centuries. And now they are alone.

So very, very alone.

And then, after a thousand years, the Companion starts to age.

From what I can tell from canon, Companions don’t age in a general sense. They are born and age to adulthood and some of them are older than others, but they don’t die of old age prior to their Heralds dying, and when one of them (the Herald or the Companion) dies, the other generally follows soon after. It’s all part of the mystical bond.

But Methos’ Companion starts to age because he’s just eventually reached the end of his days. Or maybe the original prayer from the original King Valdemar has finally run it’s course since the kingdom of Valdemar is gone and forgotten.

His Companion can’t bear to leave Methos, though, and knows that Methos will go mad when their bond is broken.

So the Companion finds a white mare and sires a colt off of her. Which, despite them being the same shape and being inter-fertile, is pretty much bestiality and a sickening and taboo act if any one of their culture was left to know of it. But it creates a half-Companion half-horse mount for Methos to ride after the Companion finally dies.

And then the Companion dies and Methos goes mad with grief and loss. He rides the half-Companion mount, a poor replacement who can never be what his father was. But it’s enough, to keep him alive in his madness. And Methos rides that mount and a hundred generations of that bloodline, as it gets weaker and weaker, constantly diluted by regular horse blood and constantly interbred in order to attempt to strengthen the Companion traits, but getting the results of inbreeding more often than not.

Various translations of Revelations say that Death rode a pale or a sickly horse. And his horses were always pale and progressively more sickly, but he wouldn’t give them up for anything.

And somewhere in his madness he collected compatriots whom he called brothers to ride with him, as if they were Heralds, too, for all that they were no more Heralds than his sickly horse was a Companion.

Until finally, the horse he rode was nothing more than a horse. He felt a stronger mind connection to his most recent bed slave Cassandra than to his pale horse, the great-to-the-Nth-degree descendent of his beloved Companion.

It was finally over. His long grief had worn itself out. His mind had weaned itself away from the bond he’d once had. His past was dead and gone and there was nothing for him but to move forward.

He looked at the campsite of the Horsemen and felt only disgust. It was like a sweat-soaked vomit-smelling sickroom after the patient recovers. He had made it the way it was, but he wanted nothing more to do with it.

The last thing he does before walking away from the horsemen, walking away on his own two feet, is to slit the throat of every white horse in the camp, to ensure that his Companion’s bloodline is removed forever and entirely from the bloodline of horses.

The End.

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Prompt #1: Author’s choice, author’s choice,
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bold) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet – here’s no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat and snicker,
And in short I was afraid. (TS Eliot)

Ficlet #1: (Highlander, Kronos) What do you fear?

Prompt #2: X-Men First Class: Charles Xavier/Logan. He's not Erik, will never be...but eventually, it's become so much better

Ficlet #2: Worn down by time and metaphors

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Two limericks, one of which is actually gen:

Prompt: Harry Potter, Fawkes, A gold-feathered bird / Sings in the palm, without human meaning, / Without human feeling, a foreign song. (Wallace Stevens)

Fill: Limerick (gen)

Prompt: Highlander, any, swords

Fill: Limerick (not gen)

And then a ficlet:

Prompt: Highlander, Methos/Duncan, they are the last two of their kind

Fill: Lust and Bloodlust

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Having already written The Gambit Pileup, in which both Arthur (of Inception) and Methos (of Highlander) get caught up in an attempted bank robbery (much to the detriment of the robbers), from Arthur's perspective, I couldn't resist another ficlet telling the same tale from Methos' perspective.

Thus: Not Everybody Can Be Xanatos

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So I was browsing TV Tropes and ran across the various gambits, including The Gambit Pileup which reminded me a prompt which then of course had to be filled:

Prompt: Inception/Highlander, Arthur + Methos, the only bank-robbery hostage worse than Arthur is Methos

Ficlet: The Gambit Pileup

Also, I forgot to link a previous ficlet here, so:

Prompt: Harry Potter/His Dark Materials, any, The day their daemon settles is during the first battle at Hogwarts (ala Half-Blood Prince). They don't notice until much, much later.

Despite not really remembering the details of Half-Blood Prince all that well, I couldn't (or least didn't) resist filling this.

Ficlet: Coming of Age
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I'm always more inspired to write fic when I have more other things that I need to be doing.

Prompt: Highlander, Methos, if he stays in bed the world cannot end, because there's no end without Death

Ficlet: The end keeps on trying to come
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A couple of ficlets:

prompt #1: Highlander, Methos, if anyone is a god to Methos that is likely quite beyond the ken of humans - and he probably doesn't worship it anyway

ficlet #1: This Too Shall Pass

prompt #2: Inception/Highlander, Methos + Dream Team, Methos' mind is not one you'd want to be stuck in

ficlet #2: What Dreams May Come
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Prompt: Sherlock (BBC)/Highlander, John/Sherlock + Methos, Sherlock dies at the pool and doesn't awaken before the authorities arrive. John calls his old teacher for help in clearing up the mess.

Fill: Who you gonna call?

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Holidays are amazingly wonderful, especially ones that I can spend with my family. Unfortunately, all things come to an end and I really hate that last day when it's time to pack and leave. The problem isn't even going back to work, not really, it's leaving family behind. It's a depression after a high and I hate it. Anyway, that mood probably influenced these most recent ficlets.

Prompt #1: Harry Potter, Harry, That’s the thing you see – this isn’t my world, and isn’t my war. You all made sure of that. So… I’m done.

Ficlet #1: Freaks Deserve to be Punished

Prompt #2: Highlander, any, surviving the end of the world

Ficlet #2: The World Ended a Hundred Times

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Despite my deep Tom Cruise reservations, I went to see Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol and was pleasantly surprised.

Since the following discussion is vaguely (although not really) spoiler-y, I'm putting it under a cut tag.

Read more... )

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Happy Holiday-of-your-choice, everyone!

I hope you are all enjoying family and friends, and gifts given and received.

This year I participated in the Highlander Secret Santa that Amand-r so wonderfully hosted. All of the stories, with the authors revealed are now listed on

The story that I received (Yay!) was:

Shadow Dance
by idontlikegravy
1967 and Methos finds himself trapped on the wrong side of the Iron Curtain. While biding his time until he can get out, he meets an intriguing young student named Henrietta, and the meeting may affect both of theirs lives for a long time to come
Crossover with NCIS:LA.

The story that I wrote for dswdiane was:

Neutral Good

The day-to-day life of an Immortal has less to do with long life and challenges and more to do with fake identities and carrying concealed weapons.

Since this story was submitted on a deadline, I'm going to give it another round of editing before I publish it on either or AO3.

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So I’ve been watching Person of Interest regularly as it is currently the love of my TV-watching life. The two main characters are:
Harold Finch, the secretive rich guy who was seriously injured not long ago and now has metal pins in his neck so he can’t turn his head, a limp, and chronic pain. He has a machine that identifies people who are central in some way to a violent criminal conspiracy.
John Reese, the former black-ops agent who did vicious things for his country, had a crisis of faith and desperately needs the purpose that Finch and his machine provide him.

The show is awesome!

More specifically, it uses about a dozen of my favorite tropes, which means that it, admittedly, uses a lot of standardized tropes, but they are great ones and well done, so it’s all awesome!

You can watch episodes streaming from the CBS website.

Anyway, no show can have completely invaded my psyche until I have an idea for a Highlander crossover.

There is, of course, the easy (and humorous) route of having the machine pick up an immortal who is either hunting or being hunted, but pretty much regardless does not want to be saved by our mysterious duo.

However I have a different idea:

I want Finch to be pre-immortal who knows what he is or possibly recently-immortal, i.e. post accident. There’s no way he can survive The Game or any challenge. His best hope would be to join a monastery and he’s just not willing to do that. Maybe the tragedy of his past included the fact that he knew he could wake up immortal if he just died but there was somebody he needed to live for so he chose to live, even knowing that he was giving up the potential for eternity. And then that other person didn’t survive.

Reese, on the other hand, is mortal and will always be mortal, but he knows about immortals from his shady past.

So I imagine that Reese discovers that Finch is immortal and goes through this whole process of reactions where first, he’s just surprised: Finch must be an amazing actor to keep pretending to be that disabled. Next, he’s irritated because Finch could have helped out with the active stuff more. Then he’s trying to deny his own suspicions that it’s not acting, and he wonders if Finch had the metal pins put in his neck to prevent a beheading blow, and how that wasn’t a very good idea on his part. And finally he admits that Finch is just out of luck.

Finch, on the other hand, has come to accept his own status, and essentially acknowledge that he’s not going to get forever, but at least he’ll live longer than he would if he weren’t immortal, since in that case he’d be dead.

And the whole thing is sort of bittersweet where they both know that they’re each going to die by violence but neither on the other hand, neither one will have to survive the other by very long, so there’s a silver lining of a sort. And in the mean time, the only thing they can do is to try to accomplish some good in the meantime.

At this point, I don't really have a plot in mind, just the character development aspect, but the character development aspect does keep on nibbling at my mind wanting to be written and I'm not at all sure how to go about it. Thus, someone else should. *grin*

But the general feel of the concept is all very reminiscent of Percy Bysshe Shelley’s poem Mutability (The flower that smiles to-day…): 

The flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow dies;
All that we wish to stay
Tempts and then flies.
What is this world's delight?
Lightning that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright.
Virtue, how frail it is!
Friendship how rare!
Love, how it sells poor bliss
For proud despair!
But we, though soon they fall,
Survive their joy, and all
Which ours we call.
Whilst skies are blue and bright,
Whilst flowers are gay,
Whilst eyes that change ere night
Make glad the day;
Whilst yet the calm hours creep,
Dream thou -- and from thy sleep
Then wake to weep.

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A quick little ficlet:

prompt: Highlander/Harry Potter, Methos, Death rides a thestral

ficlet: Death's Horse

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So I completely my fic for the Highlander Secret Santa fic exchange, but I only barely completed it on time (well, a couple of hours past the deadline, but close enough!) and am now thinking of different ways that it could be improved. Urg.

In a distraction from thinking about that and how the longer it goes from when I work on a story to when I get feedback, the worse the story gets in my memory, I now present some more little ficlets:

Prompt #1: Person of Interest, Reese + Finch, stolen Christmas decorations (Kudos if Reese has to dress as Santa Claus)

Ficlet #1: Deck the Halls with Boughs of Holly

Prompt #2: X-men first class, erik/Charles, I am

Ficlet #2: He is who he chooses to be

Prompt #3: Highlander, Richie, borrowed time

Ficlet #3: He knew what was what

Prompt #4: Highlander, Methos/Alexa, "make me immortal with a kiss"

Ficlet #4: Immortal with a Kiss


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