Highlander/Father Ted 1/1
Yes, you read that right. I have no idea where this one came from either, except perhaps a determination to post something for every day of consci_fan_mo and being desperately short of bunnies for day 19.
Not mine, as is evidenced by the bizarre things I do with them.
Postcard from Craggy Island
Father Ted Crilly was pacing the floor of his living room in the parochial house on Craggy Island. They were expecting a visit from Brother Darius, an old friend of Father Jack from France and Ted was nervous.
From what he understood, Brother Darius was a pious man, and Father Ted… well Ted wasn’t exactly a model priest. His own confession each week could last several hours, and not only because he was constantly interrupted by Jack’s snores and outbursts. As if to demonstrate the point, Jack woke from his position in his chair with a start.
“Feck! Arse!,” Jack shouted before once more falling asleep. Ted shook his head. He had a feeling that Jack was not the same man Brother Darius had befriended.
He was roused from his thoughts by a knock at the front door. Ted made a quick double check to see that the alcohol was all hidden from view and then headed to the door.
“I’ll get it!” called Dougal as he bounded down the stairs like a love-starved puppy. Ted put his head in his hands; Dougal was not the first impression he wanted them to make on Brother Darius.
After a moment, Ted followed Dougal into the front hall. Dougal had opened the door and a man that Ted took to be Darius was stood outside. He gave Dougal a strange look, but that was nothing unusual, and then he introduced himself.
“Good afternoon, Fathers, I’m Brother Darius,” he said. Ted was surprised that Darius’ accent didn’t sound French and he was younger than he’d imagined. He smiled and held out his hand, which Darius shook.
“I’m Father Ted Crilly, please call me Ted. This is Father Dougal Maguire. Won’t you please come in?”
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Father Jack Hackett had been a fresh-faced idealistic young priest straight out of seminary when he’d been posted to Darius’ church. They had worked together to help Paris in the post-occupation period and the two had become firm friends, cemented further when Jack accidentally discovered Darius’ immortality. He had kept the secret for his whole life.
The old devil had more of his faculties left than he liked to pretend, he enjoyed having everyone running around after him and generally causing chaos. So when Dougal survived falling off a cliff with nary a scratch on him, he’d put in a call to Darius.
Darius didn’t take leaving his church lightly, but he owed Jack for keeping his secret all this time. So, he had come to Craggy Island, and as soon as he approached the parochial house he knew that Jack’s suspicions had been correct.
First thing in the morning, he’d need to make arrangements for Father Dougal to be transferred to Paris. He wouldn’t break his vow, but he felt sure that Duncan would be happy to teach the lad, and in the meantime he’d be safe on Holy Ground. As for tonight, they had a lot to discuss.
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“So, what are you saying?” Dougal asked with a look of complete bewilderment. Darius had tried explaining Immortality to him five times now; the young priest would try the patience of a saint.
“You died, but then you woke up again,” he explained patiently. “Like Jesus,” he added, hoping the analogy would make things sink in.
Dougal stared at Darius, slack-jawed, processing his words. The poor lad was obviously a half-wit, it would be best if he were secreted away on Holy Ground as soon as possible.
“Wait a minute,” Dougal said and Darius smiled. Finally he must be getting the idea. “Am I Jesus?”
Not mine, as is evidenced by the bizarre things I do with them.
Postcard from Craggy Island
Father Ted Crilly was pacing the floor of his living room in the parochial house on Craggy Island. They were expecting a visit from Brother Darius, an old friend of Father Jack from France and Ted was nervous.
From what he understood, Brother Darius was a pious man, and Father Ted… well Ted wasn’t exactly a model priest. His own confession each week could last several hours, and not only because he was constantly interrupted by Jack’s snores and outbursts. As if to demonstrate the point, Jack woke from his position in his chair with a start.
“Feck! Arse!,” Jack shouted before once more falling asleep. Ted shook his head. He had a feeling that Jack was not the same man Brother Darius had befriended.
He was roused from his thoughts by a knock at the front door. Ted made a quick double check to see that the alcohol was all hidden from view and then headed to the door.
“I’ll get it!” called Dougal as he bounded down the stairs like a love-starved puppy. Ted put his head in his hands; Dougal was not the first impression he wanted them to make on Brother Darius.
After a moment, Ted followed Dougal into the front hall. Dougal had opened the door and a man that Ted took to be Darius was stood outside. He gave Dougal a strange look, but that was nothing unusual, and then he introduced himself.
“Good afternoon, Fathers, I’m Brother Darius,” he said. Ted was surprised that Darius’ accent didn’t sound French and he was younger than he’d imagined. He smiled and held out his hand, which Darius shook.
“I’m Father Ted Crilly, please call me Ted. This is Father Dougal Maguire. Won’t you please come in?”
*-*
Father Jack Hackett had been a fresh-faced idealistic young priest straight out of seminary when he’d been posted to Darius’ church. They had worked together to help Paris in the post-occupation period and the two had become firm friends, cemented further when Jack accidentally discovered Darius’ immortality. He had kept the secret for his whole life.
The old devil had more of his faculties left than he liked to pretend, he enjoyed having everyone running around after him and generally causing chaos. So when Dougal survived falling off a cliff with nary a scratch on him, he’d put in a call to Darius.
Darius didn’t take leaving his church lightly, but he owed Jack for keeping his secret all this time. So, he had come to Craggy Island, and as soon as he approached the parochial house he knew that Jack’s suspicions had been correct.
First thing in the morning, he’d need to make arrangements for Father Dougal to be transferred to Paris. He wouldn’t break his vow, but he felt sure that Duncan would be happy to teach the lad, and in the meantime he’d be safe on Holy Ground. As for tonight, they had a lot to discuss.
*-*
“So, what are you saying?” Dougal asked with a look of complete bewilderment. Darius had tried explaining Immortality to him five times now; the young priest would try the patience of a saint.
“You died, but then you woke up again,” he explained patiently. “Like Jesus,” he added, hoping the analogy would make things sink in.
Dougal stared at Darius, slack-jawed, processing his words. The poor lad was obviously a half-wit, it would be best if he were secreted away on Holy Ground as soon as possible.
“Wait a minute,” Dougal said and Darius smiled. Finally he must be getting the idea. “Am I Jesus?”