The L World Part 16 of 16
Well here we are folks, we've reached the end of the ride. Please wait until the cars have stopped fully before disembarking and we hope that you'll visit again. This is really just a mini part-let to wrap everything up with a nice big bow. I will be coming back here again eventually, but probably not for a while so I didn't want to leave it hanging.
This is the final chapter of a crossover between the worlds of Highlander, Stargate SG-1, Buffy, Torchwood and Doctor Who. It’s technically an AU as I have resurrected Richie, and there are three ships: Duncan/Richie, Methos/Jack Harkness & Xander/Spike.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the shows involved or any of the characters, and I’m not making any money out of them, I’m just doing this for the love of the shows and the love of Richie. All rights and ownership belong to whoever actually owns them, I’m just having a party in their flat and promise to clean up after myself.
Warning: This story contains non-graphic same sex relationships, so don’t read it if that sort of thing offends. There’s also the occasional bit of bad language, but I try to keep it to a minimum (except when Spike’s around).
16. Last Orders
Jack sighed and closed his laptop. Three months had passed since they defeated the Dalek (or they still had three months before they did it, depending on how you looked at it), and things had returned to normal. Well as normal as they ever were for a group consisting of alien and demon hunters, Immortals and vampires. The Doctor was gone, back off on his travels with Martha. Sam had gone with him too for a while, but as far as the world was concerned she had only been gone an hour. Only a select group, of which Jack was one, would ever truly understand what she had experienced and how long she had really been gone.
Methos too had gone, returning to the States, saying that Jack had learnt everything that the eldest Immortal had to teach. But Jack had a funny feeling that one day soon he would go home and feel the Buzz and when he opened the door he would find the old man sitting on his couch, drinking his beer. He smiled to himself, then turned as there was a knock on his door. He motioned for Owen to enter, and he opened the door.
“Sorry Jack. She’s here.” Owen said before closing the door and leaving without waiting for a response. Jack grew sombre. He stood and went out onto the landing. The big metal door to the hub rolled open as Jack made his way down the stairs. He crossed to the door and watched as Ianto rolled Gwen in.
“I’m sorry Gwen. We’ll find a way to fix this, I promise.” Jack said. She turned to him and smiled, but there was no real recognition in her eyes. Jack looked away and motioned for Ianto to wheel Gwen to her new home. Temporary home, Jack thought, berating himself for his lack of faith. She had come this far, they would find a way to bring the old Gwen back, no matter what it took.
Xander ducked the blow and rolled, coming up to slash across his opponent’s back. He span in a wide arc, severing his opponent’s head and watched as it bounced across the pavement. Spike smiled and stepped forward, applauding Xander. Xander sighed, his sword hanging from his arm and his exhaustion clear on his face.
“I don’t know what you’re clapping for, the time I asked Buffy out was less of a disaster than that.” Xander said with another sigh.
“Nah pet, killing a Ka’raagh demon is bloody hard, you did well.” Spike replied, and then the second part of Xander’s statement struck home. “When did you ask Buffy out?” he demanded. Xander smiled at the vampire’s jealousy.
“It was to the Spring Fling. She wasn’t interested, too hung up on Angel.” Xander opined.
“Oh, him. Do you still have feelings for her?” Spike growled.
“Do you?” Xander grinned.
“Fair point. But…” Spike said and he leaned in and kissed Xander, “…they are not the same as the feelings I have for you.”
“Heh, I’m not jealous, you’re the one that started this.”
“Am bloody not! You’re the one mentioned the Slayer!” Spike exclaimed. Any further argument was cut short as Giles came running around the corner, closely followed by the mate of the demon they had just killed.
“A little help please!” Giles panted, and Xander and Spike rushed to help.
Daniel gasped as he came back to life and as his eyes refocused he gazed up into the amused and mildly concerned faces of SG-1.
“Danny, do you think you could go one mission without dying?” Mitchell asked with amusement. “I know it’s not permanent but I think Teal’c and me are going to get a permanent back injury lugging your body around.” He smirked. Daniel grinned back apologetically.
“It really wasn’t my fault this time. Some of the villagers saw me practising with my sword, and I kinda…slipped. They saw the gash in my leg heal and they thought..”
“You were a Goa’uld.” Teal’c finished.
“So they killed me. Can’t blame them really.” Daniel explained.
“I guess that’s why we were run out of town.” Mitchell sighed. “Oh well, at least nobody else got hurt, and it’s not like this planet is strategically important.”
“What about the large seam of Naquadah we found?” Sam asked.
“I was trying to help Danny feel better about the situation.” Cam said out of the side of his mouth in a stage whisper. Daniel rolled his eyes and started to get to his feet. He grunted and raised his T-shirt to see the remains of a nasty staff-weapon blast healing. “I don’t care if you are immortal, that’s gotta hurt.” Cam commented.
“Welcome to paradise.” O’Neill said, spreading his arms expansively. “There’s cold beer in the fridge, cable on the TV, rods and lines, water, and not a living soul for miles in any direction.”
“Sounds like utter bliss.” Methos grinned.
As Richie strolled into Joe’s he felt the Buzz and smiled as he spotted Duncan at the bar chatting to the proprietor. He slipped onto the stool next to Duncan, greeting Joe and then, a sly grin on his face, he pecked Duncan lightly on the cheek.
It was hard to know quite who was the most startled, Joe or Duncan. Richie’s grin grew into a broad smile.
“Finally, someone who didn’t know!” he said. Duncan looked at him and began to laugh. After a moment Joe joined in.
“How long has this been going on?” Joe demanded once the laughter subsided. Duncan shrugged.
“Since we got back from Paris.” Duncan answered.
“And I take it from what you said that Methos and Amanda figured it out for themselves?” Joe asked looking at Richie. Richie nodded in response. “And you think you know a guy. I’ve never read anything like this in the chronicles. MacLeod you are one surprising son of a bitch sometimes, you know that?”
Amanda crept gracefully and silently into the bedroom. Leaving the lights off, she stripped until she was in her lingerie. She hadn’t been able to resist a quick trip to the museum to top up her rainy day jewellery. Everything had gone like clockwork, and now she could slip back into bed and he’d never know she’d gone. As she reached the bed and laid a hand on the sheet the lights were flicked on.
“Damn vampire senses.” Amanda muttered, and she adopted her most attrite expression.
“Where exactly have you been?” Angel demanded, his tone serious, but the expression on his face filled with amusement. Amanda looked as innocent as she could manage which was somehow alluring at the same time.
“I just went for a walk, I didn’t want to wake you.” She replied.
“This walk happen to take you past any museums?” Angel said before grabbing her and pulling her close with a growl. She yelped with pleasure and sank into his arms. “You a have a lot of making up to do missy, you promised you wouldn’t touch those jewels.” Angel admonished.
“I’m sorry. But they were so pretty. I promise it won’t happen again.” Amanda said coquettishly before leaning in and kissing Angel.
“Mm, somehow I doubt that.” Angel muttered and kissed her back.
And this, dear reader, is the end of our tale. The players are all home safe again (for the most part) and back to doing what they do best. This is not my last visit to this universe, and I hope it shan’t be yours. Our friends will continue to live their lives and have their adventures and I shall continue to record them. Thank you for visiting the L World, and for staying with me to the end. I hope you have a safe journey home and you’ll come again real soon.
THE END