Part Two of the mother of all Crossovers
Title: Life of an Immortal 2/?
Author: Godiloveslash
Fandom: Heroes, with appearances by characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Highlander the Series, Torchwood, Doctor Who and Firefly
Pairings: See chapter one for list
Spoilers: Big ones for season two of Heroes including the end of “Powerless,” major ones also for the “Horseman” arc on Highlander and a general knowledge of all other shows on the list would be good to have but isn’t needed.
Warnings: See chapter one for warnings
Rating: R overall but some chapters will be rated higher
Word Count:
Disclaimer: None of these people belong to me, please don’t sue me I have no money.
Author’s Note: The next two chapters will focus on Nathan’s life as an Immortal and the people he meets, once Torchwood enters the picture in chapter four, the action will pick up, though you do get some in here just not a lot. Also thanks for all the wonderful feedback it is my drug!
Summary: Nathan meets a Slayer and receives his first challenge while Peter struggles with his darker side and Methos seeks out the Chosen.
The Chosen, Cassandra explained, were rumored to be a group of several Immortals with abilities beyond simply living forever. Each of them had been created out of the Source of Immortality and scattered around the world waiting for the Gathering to begin. It was rumored that they would watch over the final fight making sure the one who gained the Prize, would not misuse the power he or she had been given.
“But that is only one of the versions of what the Chosen have been created for,” Cassandra said watching Nathan for his reaction. “How many versions are there,” Nathan asked leaning forward so people starting to fill the other tables couldn’t over hear. “Just one other,” she replied, “and only the oldest among us believe in it, the younger ones are too hot blooded to see the Game for anything other than a war for survival.”
She took a deep breath and plunged into the tale Methos had shared with her one night during his Horseman days. “This story tells of the Chosen as generals, each one created and trained to lead a unit of people like him or herself in the greatest war the universe will ever know. “A war against who,” Nathan asked enthralled.
“Not who, but what,” Cassandra answered, “this war will be the final fight against the evil of the world, with the winners gaining control of the universe for all time.” Nathan leaned back deep in thought. “Does the legend say how many of the Chosen there are,” he asked after a moment.
“No not in a clear number,” she replied with a shake of her head, “only what units they will oversee.” Cassandra held up a hand and ticked off each unit on her fingers, “Magic, Time, Godsent Ones, Slayers of the Night and the Innocent Souls. It is rumored that the generals will themselves be overseen by the oldest of all Immortals, who will guide and advise them but never interfere.”
“Is there someone who is that old,” Nathan asked and Cassandra snorted. “There is but I can’t see him helping anyone else, before he helps himself.” Nathan was about to ask for more information on this person, but the look on Cassandra’s face told him that the subject was closed.
After another moment of quiet reflection, the woman stood up and fixed Nathan with a gentle but firm gaze. “I think we’ve done enough talking, it’s time to see what you can do.” Nathan stood up as well not bothering to hide a grin. “Trust me after learning to fly, sword fighting should be a piece of cake,” he said and his teacher simply smiled.
“You have no idea.”
*********
Seven years later-Rome Italy
The dream never changed no matter how much Peter wished it would or how much he drank trying to get rid of it period. Over and over again he heard the shots and saw Nathan fall to the ground chest covered in blood. Lately though the nightmare had had an added dimension that sent Peter to the liquor cabinet before he was fully awake, not that he needed a nightmare to help him do that anymore.
In the dream, just before Nathan died, he fixed Peter with a gaze so dark, the younger man wondered if he had eyes at all. “Make them pay,” Nathan would say in a deep growl, “make them understand they’ve unleashed hell on Earth for what they did my Peter.” Then dream Nathan reached out and tore Peter’s heart out of his chest and Peter could do nothing but open his mouth in a silent scream before he awoke.
Peter had confessed the dream to one person three years ago, because he knew Claire wouldn’t judge him. She had begged him to use his powers to find Nathan. “If the body is gone, maybe the doctors were wrong, just use one of your powers and find him,” she’d begged simply because she knew how badly Peter was suffering without the man he loved.
But Peter had sworn off using his abilities since his powers had caused Nathan both injury and death in the space of a year. Now he was living off his trust fund in Rome and drinking away his grief rather than dealing with what had happened. What if my dream is telling me that the Company has made people suffer long enough, he wondered one night after it had woken him up three times in a row. Is making them pay what Nathan really wants, or am I finally going insane like everyone said I was when this whole thing began, Peter though as he reached once again for the whiskey bottle.
*******
Three streets away, unaware of his brother’s dark thoughts, Nathan Petrelli was fighting for his Immortal life. The man had been tracking Nathan for days and had finally cornered him in an alleyway just outside the younger man’s favorite bar. At first Nathan had tried to talk his way out of the challenge, but a claymore coming down on his head answered that question well enough.
Luckily for Nathan, his opponent was more about the smash and cut rather than any fancy footwork and he used it to his advantage dancing in and out of the man’s reach until the man was doubled over gasping for air. It was over soon after that as Nathan raised his Irish battle sword over his head and swung before he lost his nerve.
The start of his first Quickening caressed him like a lover as the mist rose up from the body then it hurt like a son of a bitch times ten. Nathan sympathized with the street lights that chose to explode rather than deal with the thousands of volts running through them all at once.
Soon the tide subsided and Nathan was left on the ground trembling as a startled voice cried out “What the hell was that.” Nathan groaned as the Buzz of another Immortal washed over him and he struggled to his feet not relishing another challenge so soon.
He turned around to see a tiny blonde holding a wooden stake in his general direction with one hand on her hip. “Look,” he growled “there is no need to play dumb sweetheart, we both know what that was.” The blonde gave him the required “Are you nuts,” look before stalking forward and pushing her stake against his chest.
“Cut the crap, Mr. Zappy Demon,” she said, “it’s been a quiet patrol and I really wanna kill something so we can talk or fight, your choice. Nathan shook his head and turned around. “I choose to walk away before your roots make me go blind,” he called over his shoulder as he walked away.
The blonde gave an indignant squeak and disappeared into the night sure what she had seen was just another scene in a life filled with the weird. But neither of them saw the man with short dark hair and green gold eyes step out of the shadows shaking his head and watching them both closely.
“Those two are going to be trouble,” Methos muttered.
Author: Godiloveslash
Fandom: Heroes, with appearances by characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Highlander the Series, Torchwood, Doctor Who and Firefly
Pairings: See chapter one for list
Spoilers: Big ones for season two of Heroes including the end of “Powerless,” major ones also for the “Horseman” arc on Highlander and a general knowledge of all other shows on the list would be good to have but isn’t needed.
Warnings: See chapter one for warnings
Rating: R overall but some chapters will be rated higher
Word Count:
Disclaimer: None of these people belong to me, please don’t sue me I have no money.
Author’s Note: The next two chapters will focus on Nathan’s life as an Immortal and the people he meets, once Torchwood enters the picture in chapter four, the action will pick up, though you do get some in here just not a lot. Also thanks for all the wonderful feedback it is my drug!
Summary: Nathan meets a Slayer and receives his first challenge while Peter struggles with his darker side and Methos seeks out the Chosen.
The Chosen, Cassandra explained, were rumored to be a group of several Immortals with abilities beyond simply living forever. Each of them had been created out of the Source of Immortality and scattered around the world waiting for the Gathering to begin. It was rumored that they would watch over the final fight making sure the one who gained the Prize, would not misuse the power he or she had been given.
“But that is only one of the versions of what the Chosen have been created for,” Cassandra said watching Nathan for his reaction. “How many versions are there,” Nathan asked leaning forward so people starting to fill the other tables couldn’t over hear. “Just one other,” she replied, “and only the oldest among us believe in it, the younger ones are too hot blooded to see the Game for anything other than a war for survival.”
She took a deep breath and plunged into the tale Methos had shared with her one night during his Horseman days. “This story tells of the Chosen as generals, each one created and trained to lead a unit of people like him or herself in the greatest war the universe will ever know. “A war against who,” Nathan asked enthralled.
“Not who, but what,” Cassandra answered, “this war will be the final fight against the evil of the world, with the winners gaining control of the universe for all time.” Nathan leaned back deep in thought. “Does the legend say how many of the Chosen there are,” he asked after a moment.
“No not in a clear number,” she replied with a shake of her head, “only what units they will oversee.” Cassandra held up a hand and ticked off each unit on her fingers, “Magic, Time, Godsent Ones, Slayers of the Night and the Innocent Souls. It is rumored that the generals will themselves be overseen by the oldest of all Immortals, who will guide and advise them but never interfere.”
“Is there someone who is that old,” Nathan asked and Cassandra snorted. “There is but I can’t see him helping anyone else, before he helps himself.” Nathan was about to ask for more information on this person, but the look on Cassandra’s face told him that the subject was closed.
After another moment of quiet reflection, the woman stood up and fixed Nathan with a gentle but firm gaze. “I think we’ve done enough talking, it’s time to see what you can do.” Nathan stood up as well not bothering to hide a grin. “Trust me after learning to fly, sword fighting should be a piece of cake,” he said and his teacher simply smiled.
“You have no idea.”
*********
Seven years later-Rome Italy
The dream never changed no matter how much Peter wished it would or how much he drank trying to get rid of it period. Over and over again he heard the shots and saw Nathan fall to the ground chest covered in blood. Lately though the nightmare had had an added dimension that sent Peter to the liquor cabinet before he was fully awake, not that he needed a nightmare to help him do that anymore.
In the dream, just before Nathan died, he fixed Peter with a gaze so dark, the younger man wondered if he had eyes at all. “Make them pay,” Nathan would say in a deep growl, “make them understand they’ve unleashed hell on Earth for what they did my Peter.” Then dream Nathan reached out and tore Peter’s heart out of his chest and Peter could do nothing but open his mouth in a silent scream before he awoke.
Peter had confessed the dream to one person three years ago, because he knew Claire wouldn’t judge him. She had begged him to use his powers to find Nathan. “If the body is gone, maybe the doctors were wrong, just use one of your powers and find him,” she’d begged simply because she knew how badly Peter was suffering without the man he loved.
But Peter had sworn off using his abilities since his powers had caused Nathan both injury and death in the space of a year. Now he was living off his trust fund in Rome and drinking away his grief rather than dealing with what had happened. What if my dream is telling me that the Company has made people suffer long enough, he wondered one night after it had woken him up three times in a row. Is making them pay what Nathan really wants, or am I finally going insane like everyone said I was when this whole thing began, Peter though as he reached once again for the whiskey bottle.
*******
Three streets away, unaware of his brother’s dark thoughts, Nathan Petrelli was fighting for his Immortal life. The man had been tracking Nathan for days and had finally cornered him in an alleyway just outside the younger man’s favorite bar. At first Nathan had tried to talk his way out of the challenge, but a claymore coming down on his head answered that question well enough.
Luckily for Nathan, his opponent was more about the smash and cut rather than any fancy footwork and he used it to his advantage dancing in and out of the man’s reach until the man was doubled over gasping for air. It was over soon after that as Nathan raised his Irish battle sword over his head and swung before he lost his nerve.
The start of his first Quickening caressed him like a lover as the mist rose up from the body then it hurt like a son of a bitch times ten. Nathan sympathized with the street lights that chose to explode rather than deal with the thousands of volts running through them all at once.
Soon the tide subsided and Nathan was left on the ground trembling as a startled voice cried out “What the hell was that.” Nathan groaned as the Buzz of another Immortal washed over him and he struggled to his feet not relishing another challenge so soon.
He turned around to see a tiny blonde holding a wooden stake in his general direction with one hand on her hip. “Look,” he growled “there is no need to play dumb sweetheart, we both know what that was.” The blonde gave him the required “Are you nuts,” look before stalking forward and pushing her stake against his chest.
“Cut the crap, Mr. Zappy Demon,” she said, “it’s been a quiet patrol and I really wanna kill something so we can talk or fight, your choice. Nathan shook his head and turned around. “I choose to walk away before your roots make me go blind,” he called over his shoulder as he walked away.
The blonde gave an indignant squeak and disappeared into the night sure what she had seen was just another scene in a life filled with the weird. But neither of them saw the man with short dark hair and green gold eyes step out of the shadows shaking his head and watching them both closely.
“Those two are going to be trouble,” Methos muttered.