AtLA/Highlander: Not Your Average Airbender
Title: Not Your Average Airbender
Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender/Highlander
Author: kawaiispinel
Feedback: ... Is loverly.
Word Count: 282
Rating: PG
Characters: Aang, Methos
Summary: In which Aang meets another Airbender... Kinda.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I make no money off shoving fandoms together like this. I just like doing it.
Author's Notes: Written for The Alphabet Drabble Meme for darkjediprinces who requested "Air" and a Highlander/AtLA crackcrossover... And this is pretty much crack. My brain, she is broke. XD
Aang had often pondered at length about whether or not there were other Airbenders still alive out there somewhere. They were a piece of his past that he longed to reconnect with even though it was a fool’s hope. The Fire Nation would never have left a single Airbender alive if they could help it.. But then again, if he had somehow survived through an impressive accident, perhaps others had survived as well?
And yet, even though he had imagined other Airbenders in his head quite clearly, when the day came that he finally did meet another Airbender, he found himself quite surprised that the stranger wasn’t quite what he expected at all.
"You’re an Airbender?" He asked, because he really couldn’t see the resemblance. He had no arrowhead tattoos, was certainly not a monk of any kind, and, if anything, he looked more like someone who practiced Earthbending (or no bending at all, because good benders didn’t typically make their name as town drunks).
"Well, if I looked like an Airbender, that would probably get me killed, wouldn’t it?" The man scoffed caustically. He cast a shifty glance over his shoulder and whipped up a tiny whirlwind with a few movements of his wrists. It was a pathetic display- not even worthy of ‘Master’ status, but it proved his point. "I’m out of practice, apparently," he muttered when the sad little whirlwind vanished.
Aang shrugged, because beggars couldn’t be choosers when it came to kindred souls. "I thought I was the last," he exclaimed, allowing the excitement to replace the disappointment. "Hey... What’s your name?"
The man took a swig of whatever foul-smelling alcoholic concoction was in the flask he was drinking from and replied, "Methos."
Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender/Highlander
Author: kawaiispinel
Feedback: ... Is loverly.
Word Count: 282
Rating: PG
Characters: Aang, Methos
Summary: In which Aang meets another Airbender... Kinda.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I make no money off shoving fandoms together like this. I just like doing it.
Author's Notes: Written for The Alphabet Drabble Meme for darkjediprinces who requested "Air" and a Highlander/AtLA crackcrossover... And this is pretty much crack. My brain, she is broke. XD
Aang had often pondered at length about whether or not there were other Airbenders still alive out there somewhere. They were a piece of his past that he longed to reconnect with even though it was a fool’s hope. The Fire Nation would never have left a single Airbender alive if they could help it.. But then again, if he had somehow survived through an impressive accident, perhaps others had survived as well?
And yet, even though he had imagined other Airbenders in his head quite clearly, when the day came that he finally did meet another Airbender, he found himself quite surprised that the stranger wasn’t quite what he expected at all.
"You’re an Airbender?" He asked, because he really couldn’t see the resemblance. He had no arrowhead tattoos, was certainly not a monk of any kind, and, if anything, he looked more like someone who practiced Earthbending (or no bending at all, because good benders didn’t typically make their name as town drunks).
"Well, if I looked like an Airbender, that would probably get me killed, wouldn’t it?" The man scoffed caustically. He cast a shifty glance over his shoulder and whipped up a tiny whirlwind with a few movements of his wrists. It was a pathetic display- not even worthy of ‘Master’ status, but it proved his point. "I’m out of practice, apparently," he muttered when the sad little whirlwind vanished.
Aang shrugged, because beggars couldn’t be choosers when it came to kindred souls. "I thought I was the last," he exclaimed, allowing the excitement to replace the disappointment. "Hey... What’s your name?"
The man took a swig of whatever foul-smelling alcoholic concoction was in the flask he was drinking from and replied, "Methos."