Fic: In Space, No One Can Hear You Snark (1/1)
Fic: In Space, No One Can Hear You Snark (1/1)
Summary: Methos wonders how Chloe Sullivan is immortal (lower case) without being Immortal (upper case).
Author: pen37
Fandoms: Highlander/Smallville
Pairing:None
Rating: G
Beta:Clarksmuse
Written for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #46 Star (of the shooting variety, which are meteors) The table is here.
Also for firstline_fic Challenges Week #6. "It was a sunny morning in ___ when hell came to earth."
"It was a sunny morning in Smallville when hell came to earth.”
Methos raised an eyebrow and looked across the table at Chloe Sullivan. “Could you dispense with the theatrics?”
“You asked,” Chloe shrugged.
“I wanted to know why you don't age. How it is you're over two hundred years old, and yet you're not an immortal.”
“And I'm telling you: It started with the Smallville Kansas meteor shower of 1989.”
“Meteors,” Methos said derisively. He gestured out the airlock at the asteroid belt they were flying parallel to. “Space rocks. Like those out there.”
“Fragmentary remains of First Krypton. Warped and changed by the blast that destroyed the planet. They gave off a form of radiation that mutated and changed biological systems.”
“Including yours.”
“Including mine,” Chloe agreed. “The initial changes allowed me to take on someone else's injury. And it almost killed me.”
“Almost?”
“I woke up in a morgue.”
“Never fun.” He nodded sympathetically.
“The secondary mutation insured that the wounds I took on wouldn't kill me. I started healing. Then I started aggressively healing. To the point that all basic cellular breakdown just stopped. And I've been permanently frozen at twenty ever since.”
“All of the convenience of being Immortal, none of that pesky game,”
“I'm pretty sure that if someone cut off my head, I'd die,” Chloe said with a roll of her eyes.
“Still,” Methos looked at her speculatively. “How would you feel about getting the tiniest of wrist tattoos?”
“Excuse me?”
“A mere, trifle. You'd barely even notice it's there.”
Chloe sighed. “Why do I have a feeling I'm going to regret this?”
Summary: Methos wonders how Chloe Sullivan is immortal (lower case) without being Immortal (upper case).
Author: pen37
Fandoms: Highlander/Smallville
Pairing:None
Rating: G
Beta:Clarksmuse
Written for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #46 Star (of the shooting variety, which are meteors) The table is here.
Also for firstline_fic Challenges Week #6. "It was a sunny morning in ___ when hell came to earth."
"It was a sunny morning in Smallville when hell came to earth.”
Methos raised an eyebrow and looked across the table at Chloe Sullivan. “Could you dispense with the theatrics?”
“You asked,” Chloe shrugged.
“I wanted to know why you don't age. How it is you're over two hundred years old, and yet you're not an immortal.”
“And I'm telling you: It started with the Smallville Kansas meteor shower of 1989.”
“Meteors,” Methos said derisively. He gestured out the airlock at the asteroid belt they were flying parallel to. “Space rocks. Like those out there.”
“Fragmentary remains of First Krypton. Warped and changed by the blast that destroyed the planet. They gave off a form of radiation that mutated and changed biological systems.”
“Including yours.”
“Including mine,” Chloe agreed. “The initial changes allowed me to take on someone else's injury. And it almost killed me.”
“Almost?”
“I woke up in a morgue.”
“Never fun.” He nodded sympathetically.
“The secondary mutation insured that the wounds I took on wouldn't kill me. I started healing. Then I started aggressively healing. To the point that all basic cellular breakdown just stopped. And I've been permanently frozen at twenty ever since.”
“All of the convenience of being Immortal, none of that pesky game,”
“I'm pretty sure that if someone cut off my head, I'd die,” Chloe said with a roll of her eyes.
“Still,” Methos looked at her speculatively. “How would you feel about getting the tiniest of wrist tattoos?”
“Excuse me?”
“A mere, trifle. You'd barely even notice it's there.”
Chloe sighed. “Why do I have a feeling I'm going to regret this?”