Fic: Time and Time Again (M7/Highlander)
Title: Time and Time Again
Claim: Vin Tanner (Magnificent 7)
Fandoms: Magnificent 7/Highlander
Prompt: 090 - Home
Summary: Five times Vin finds Chris. A little Chris/Sarah, a lot more Vin/Chris.
Set in the same universe as Reckoning ( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6).
Because Moon wanted Chris to make things better for Vin after Eli Joe and I’m not nearly that nice.
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The first time Cailtram sees Circinn again he is walking through a dusty marketplace. He catches a glimpse of blond hair and a familiar stubborn jaw and it’s enough, as always, to turn his head. He turns and scans the crowd before his eyes land on Circinn whose eyes are harder than Cailtram’s ever seen them.
Their eyes lock across the square and Cailtram can see familiarity flare in those green eyes, then Circinn is pushed to his knees and Cailtram finally realises what’s happening. He’s running before the horror even registers but it makes no difference. The axe falls and Vin is on his knees, staring numbly. He refuses to look away even as the body is removed.
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The second time Cailtram sees Circinn his lover is wearing plate armour and Cailtram is bound at the wrists. One of the knights pushes him so that he stumbles and finally falls to his knees before Circinn. It is too much like the last time and Cailtram averts his gaze so that he will not superimpose dead eyes onto ones so bright with life.
“We found this heathen in the forests, sir.”
The knight pulls hard on Cailtram’s long hair, exposing his throat and the tattoos that wind their way from his shoulder, across his collarbone and down his chest, beneath the rather tattered tunic he wears. Cailtram snarls. He’d hidden from towns and cities for this very reason. He had little desire to worship a Christian god but with the coming of the Crusades that was becoming far more difficult.
“What do you say, heathen?” Circinn asks crisply and Cailtram meets his gaze. Circinn falters for a moment before his expression hardens once more.
“My freedom is my own. I won it and I will keep it,” Cailtram says forcefully. Circinn studies him for a long moment and Cailtram can see a glimmering of respect begin to show. Circinn backhands him and he sprawls across the floor. He spits blood, but the cut is long since healed. Circinn grabs a fistful of his tunic, hauls him to his feet holds him there by his neck. Cailtram knows he shouldn’t feel betrayed, that this man isn’t the one he knew, but he can’t help it. Circinn leans forward and Cailtram can feel a small blade pushed into his hands.
“I see you again heathen and I will kill you,” Circinn growls, though it’s barely audible so the other knights won't hear. Cailtram is shoved at the knights who don’t bother to catch him and he lands awkwardly. “Tie him up, I’ll deal with him in the morning,” Circinn orders and the knights immediately move to obey. He turns away and does not look as Cailtram is led away.
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The third time Cailtram sees Circinn his lover doesn’t see him. Cailtram is travelling through a small town, the kind he likes, with only one street, main or otherwise. A familiar dry chuckle that’s never quite a laugh stops him in his tracks and he turns around, spotting the man immediately. Circinn wears worn, comfortable clothes that are spotted with mud and his skin is darkened from many hours in the sun. He’s smiling warmly at a pretty young woman who is smiling sweetly back. Cailtram recognises the look in his eyes and it hurts to see it directed at another. When Circinn looks up, feeling a little uneasy and a little like something is missing, Cailtram is long gone.
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The fourth time Cailtram sees Circinn his lover is looting the ship he’d booked passage to the New World on. Circinn turns to him, pistol raised, eyes bright with the thrill of battle, though he doesn’t fire.
“A spot of piracy before breakfast?” Cailtram asks. Circinn smiles wickedly.
“A good way to start the day,” he replies. They grin at each other. Circinn swaggers forward, licking his lips. “Though I can think of better ways,” he adds as he crowds Cailtram against the wall of the cabin.
“That so?”
Circinn doesn’t get a chance to respond as his eyes go wide and blood spills from his mouth. Cailtram doesn’t even feel the blade, coated in Circinn’s blood, pierce his chest. He’s too busy seeing the pained look in Circinn’s eyes. The sword slides from his chest and through Circinn’s and Cailtram tries to hold Circinn as he falls but they both end up collapsing. The last thing Cailtram sees before he dies is some kid, who’s too young and too scared and too many things to think straight, with a bloodied blade in his hand and tears on his cheeks.
Cailtram revives a few minutes later. The kid is gone. Cailtram closes Circinn’s eyes and wishes that for once he’d be able to follow where Circinn went.
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The fifth time Cailtram sees Circinn he’s in a dusty town in the middle of nowhere. He’s got a price on his head though he isn’t too concerned about that. He’s bone deep exhausted and knows that it’s not the kind that’ll go away after a few hours of good sleep. He thinks that maybe he’s just a little too old and wonders what happens to Immortals when they die.
He’s sweeping the store when the chaos starts. He grabs a rifle, because he’s always had a strong sense of justice and a duty to his people, and for the moment he’s chosen this town as his own. He almost can’t believe it when he first sees it, but Circinn really is standing in the middle of the street dressed entirely in black. Their eyes meet and it’s like every other time before, they know each other instantly. They walk side by side down the street, comfortable with each other even without words.
Claim: Vin Tanner (Magnificent 7)
Fandoms: Magnificent 7/Highlander
Prompt: 090 - Home
Summary: Five times Vin finds Chris. A little Chris/Sarah, a lot more Vin/Chris.
Set in the same universe as Reckoning ( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6).
Because Moon wanted Chris to make things better for Vin after Eli Joe and I’m not nearly that nice.
Table
The first time Cailtram sees Circinn again he is walking through a dusty marketplace. He catches a glimpse of blond hair and a familiar stubborn jaw and it’s enough, as always, to turn his head. He turns and scans the crowd before his eyes land on Circinn whose eyes are harder than Cailtram’s ever seen them.
Their eyes lock across the square and Cailtram can see familiarity flare in those green eyes, then Circinn is pushed to his knees and Cailtram finally realises what’s happening. He’s running before the horror even registers but it makes no difference. The axe falls and Vin is on his knees, staring numbly. He refuses to look away even as the body is removed.
-----
The second time Cailtram sees Circinn his lover is wearing plate armour and Cailtram is bound at the wrists. One of the knights pushes him so that he stumbles and finally falls to his knees before Circinn. It is too much like the last time and Cailtram averts his gaze so that he will not superimpose dead eyes onto ones so bright with life.
“We found this heathen in the forests, sir.”
The knight pulls hard on Cailtram’s long hair, exposing his throat and the tattoos that wind their way from his shoulder, across his collarbone and down his chest, beneath the rather tattered tunic he wears. Cailtram snarls. He’d hidden from towns and cities for this very reason. He had little desire to worship a Christian god but with the coming of the Crusades that was becoming far more difficult.
“What do you say, heathen?” Circinn asks crisply and Cailtram meets his gaze. Circinn falters for a moment before his expression hardens once more.
“My freedom is my own. I won it and I will keep it,” Cailtram says forcefully. Circinn studies him for a long moment and Cailtram can see a glimmering of respect begin to show. Circinn backhands him and he sprawls across the floor. He spits blood, but the cut is long since healed. Circinn grabs a fistful of his tunic, hauls him to his feet holds him there by his neck. Cailtram knows he shouldn’t feel betrayed, that this man isn’t the one he knew, but he can’t help it. Circinn leans forward and Cailtram can feel a small blade pushed into his hands.
“I see you again heathen and I will kill you,” Circinn growls, though it’s barely audible so the other knights won't hear. Cailtram is shoved at the knights who don’t bother to catch him and he lands awkwardly. “Tie him up, I’ll deal with him in the morning,” Circinn orders and the knights immediately move to obey. He turns away and does not look as Cailtram is led away.
-----
The third time Cailtram sees Circinn his lover doesn’t see him. Cailtram is travelling through a small town, the kind he likes, with only one street, main or otherwise. A familiar dry chuckle that’s never quite a laugh stops him in his tracks and he turns around, spotting the man immediately. Circinn wears worn, comfortable clothes that are spotted with mud and his skin is darkened from many hours in the sun. He’s smiling warmly at a pretty young woman who is smiling sweetly back. Cailtram recognises the look in his eyes and it hurts to see it directed at another. When Circinn looks up, feeling a little uneasy and a little like something is missing, Cailtram is long gone.
-----
The fourth time Cailtram sees Circinn his lover is looting the ship he’d booked passage to the New World on. Circinn turns to him, pistol raised, eyes bright with the thrill of battle, though he doesn’t fire.
“A spot of piracy before breakfast?” Cailtram asks. Circinn smiles wickedly.
“A good way to start the day,” he replies. They grin at each other. Circinn swaggers forward, licking his lips. “Though I can think of better ways,” he adds as he crowds Cailtram against the wall of the cabin.
“That so?”
Circinn doesn’t get a chance to respond as his eyes go wide and blood spills from his mouth. Cailtram doesn’t even feel the blade, coated in Circinn’s blood, pierce his chest. He’s too busy seeing the pained look in Circinn’s eyes. The sword slides from his chest and through Circinn’s and Cailtram tries to hold Circinn as he falls but they both end up collapsing. The last thing Cailtram sees before he dies is some kid, who’s too young and too scared and too many things to think straight, with a bloodied blade in his hand and tears on his cheeks.
Cailtram revives a few minutes later. The kid is gone. Cailtram closes Circinn’s eyes and wishes that for once he’d be able to follow where Circinn went.
-----
The fifth time Cailtram sees Circinn he’s in a dusty town in the middle of nowhere. He’s got a price on his head though he isn’t too concerned about that. He’s bone deep exhausted and knows that it’s not the kind that’ll go away after a few hours of good sleep. He thinks that maybe he’s just a little too old and wonders what happens to Immortals when they die.
He’s sweeping the store when the chaos starts. He grabs a rifle, because he’s always had a strong sense of justice and a duty to his people, and for the moment he’s chosen this town as his own. He almost can’t believe it when he first sees it, but Circinn really is standing in the middle of the street dressed entirely in black. Their eyes meet and it’s like every other time before, they know each other instantly. They walk side by side down the street, comfortable with each other even without words.