25 Aug 22 - His Plan
Title: His Plan
Author: Beriaearwen
Crossover: Buffy The Vampire Slayer / Highlander
Rating: Suitable for people over 13
Word Count: 956
Disclaimer: Characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Mutant Enemy, etc. Characters from Highlander belong to Davis-Panzer Productions, etc. All are used here without permission no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Once again, my muse wouldn't speak, so today I went to a random plot generator and pulled out a few ideas from there. The plot it gave me was for a sad ending, but I'm not sure I want to go through with that. Life has enough sad endings.
Summary: Her laughter danced as brightly as the sun on the water.
His Plan
By Beriaearwen
He enjoyed Amsterdam, well, modern Amsterdam. There were a lot of modern cities he liked because it was easy to get lost both to the world and to himself. He had spent centuries doing so many things, including being lost and had just been existing.
Then, some of his closest friends, if someone like him could really have friends, were brutally murdered.
He hadn't lived for thousands of years without understanding the dangers of revenge, but he had bided his time, shed his old name, gotten away from the Boy Scout's influence and had put his plan into motion.
It was both harder and easier than he thought. Easier because of the chaos the destruction of the main body caused. Easier because despite her training, this particular Watcher was too trusting. Easier because he didn't have to be her lover, just her friend.
It was harder because the closer he got to her, the more time he spent, the more he believed she was truly a good person. Not a perfect person, or an easy person to get along with, but a good person.
Harder because, while he was certain she worked for the Watchers, she didn't bear the tattoo they were all supposed to have.
But he wouldn't be fooled again. He had worked with the group for too long to be fooled.
Currently they were seated outside at a little cafe. She had a cocoa in front of her and he was teasing her about drinking such a hot drink on a beautiful day. She shook her head and laughed. Her laughter danced as brightly as the sun on the water. He couldn't help his smile.
He just needed to get a little closer, get her to trust him and then he could enact his revenge.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
Buffy calmed her laughter, a smile still on her face. "This is the best hot chocolate I've had since my mother's. I'll drink it regardless. Even if there are no little marshmallows," he insisted.
"I suppose I can't argue with that."
"No you can't. So take that Mr. Know-It-All," she teased. It was good to have a friend like this, even a new one. There were no sparks between them, which was a relief for her after having to fend off the Immortal on her last assignment. "So, I have a new job starting soon."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I'll have to head back to the UK."
"Anything you can share?"
Buffy thought about it and made a face. She kind-of wanted to, but she'd been very careful to keep her job out of their friendship. She let him closer than most, or he had forced himself closer than most, but there was still a distance there. "Nah. Just some internal politics that came up unexpectedly. But it's complicated enough to mean that all of us are being called back to deal with it," she admitted, spinning her cup in her hands, her face gone serious. They had just uncovered another section of Watchers that dealt with immortal beings who, apparently, were not demons and had very little to do with the supernatural. Those Watchers had been taking matters into their own hands and killed several of the people they were watching. Willow had found traces of the First's influence going back a decade or more and they were pretty sure the ones who were killing those non-demons were particularly influenced.
"Well, that's not a good face," her friend observed.
Buffy wrinkled her nose and smiled wanly. "I imagine not. It's... it's an ugly situation and involves an area of the ... company that none of us even knew existed until a few weeks ago," she admitted. Wincing because thought she'd given too much away.
He smiled and tapped her hand. "I'm sure you'll do wonderfully well," he assured before hesitating. "If you'd like me to come along as an outside friend?"
Buffy laughed softly and shook her head. "I couldn't ask that of you." Drinking the last of her cocoa, she left the cup on the table and stood, grabbing her bag and her coat. "Thank you, though, it means a lot that you'd offer."
"When do you leave?" he asked.
"Two days," Buffy informed. "So there's lots to do." She paused a moment before stepping around the table and giving him a hug which he readily returned. "Keep in touch and don't be a stranger," she requested before turning to leave.
"You as well," he offered in return.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
He sat back down and watched her walk away.
Years of planning. Years of plotting. Years of living to serve the revenge he swore. The blink of an eye in his lifetime, but the visceral pain of discovering the betrayal still burned.
She was the means he had chosen for revenge. He had two days to determine if he was ready, if he was going to end up back in the UK for a while to see it through to its end. It was convenient that she had been called back there, one last bit of logistics he needed to work out.
His phone rang. Pulling it out, he glanced at the number. He didn't want to answer, but knew he needed to or he would be bothered again and again. "Mac," he greeted. "No, Amsterdam at the moment... Not sure. Maybe a few more weeks... What makes you think I'm up to something? That seems unfairly judgemental..."
Methos stood up, dropped some bills on the table and set off with his phone next to his ear, an irritating boy scout on the other end. He made sure his voice was that of Adam, but his eyes, still following the fast-disappearing form of his means of revenge, were those of Death.
End
Author: Beriaearwen
Crossover: Buffy The Vampire Slayer / Highlander
Rating: Suitable for people over 13
Word Count: 956
Disclaimer: Characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Mutant Enemy, etc. Characters from Highlander belong to Davis-Panzer Productions, etc. All are used here without permission no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Once again, my muse wouldn't speak, so today I went to a random plot generator and pulled out a few ideas from there. The plot it gave me was for a sad ending, but I'm not sure I want to go through with that. Life has enough sad endings.
Summary: Her laughter danced as brightly as the sun on the water.
His Plan
By Beriaearwen
He enjoyed Amsterdam, well, modern Amsterdam. There were a lot of modern cities he liked because it was easy to get lost both to the world and to himself. He had spent centuries doing so many things, including being lost and had just been existing.
Then, some of his closest friends, if someone like him could really have friends, were brutally murdered.
He hadn't lived for thousands of years without understanding the dangers of revenge, but he had bided his time, shed his old name, gotten away from the Boy Scout's influence and had put his plan into motion.
It was both harder and easier than he thought. Easier because of the chaos the destruction of the main body caused. Easier because despite her training, this particular Watcher was too trusting. Easier because he didn't have to be her lover, just her friend.
It was harder because the closer he got to her, the more time he spent, the more he believed she was truly a good person. Not a perfect person, or an easy person to get along with, but a good person.
Harder because, while he was certain she worked for the Watchers, she didn't bear the tattoo they were all supposed to have.
But he wouldn't be fooled again. He had worked with the group for too long to be fooled.
Currently they were seated outside at a little cafe. She had a cocoa in front of her and he was teasing her about drinking such a hot drink on a beautiful day. She shook her head and laughed. Her laughter danced as brightly as the sun on the water. He couldn't help his smile.
He just needed to get a little closer, get her to trust him and then he could enact his revenge.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
Buffy calmed her laughter, a smile still on her face. "This is the best hot chocolate I've had since my mother's. I'll drink it regardless. Even if there are no little marshmallows," he insisted.
"I suppose I can't argue with that."
"No you can't. So take that Mr. Know-It-All," she teased. It was good to have a friend like this, even a new one. There were no sparks between them, which was a relief for her after having to fend off the Immortal on her last assignment. "So, I have a new job starting soon."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I'll have to head back to the UK."
"Anything you can share?"
Buffy thought about it and made a face. She kind-of wanted to, but she'd been very careful to keep her job out of their friendship. She let him closer than most, or he had forced himself closer than most, but there was still a distance there. "Nah. Just some internal politics that came up unexpectedly. But it's complicated enough to mean that all of us are being called back to deal with it," she admitted, spinning her cup in her hands, her face gone serious. They had just uncovered another section of Watchers that dealt with immortal beings who, apparently, were not demons and had very little to do with the supernatural. Those Watchers had been taking matters into their own hands and killed several of the people they were watching. Willow had found traces of the First's influence going back a decade or more and they were pretty sure the ones who were killing those non-demons were particularly influenced.
"Well, that's not a good face," her friend observed.
Buffy wrinkled her nose and smiled wanly. "I imagine not. It's... it's an ugly situation and involves an area of the ... company that none of us even knew existed until a few weeks ago," she admitted. Wincing because thought she'd given too much away.
He smiled and tapped her hand. "I'm sure you'll do wonderfully well," he assured before hesitating. "If you'd like me to come along as an outside friend?"
Buffy laughed softly and shook her head. "I couldn't ask that of you." Drinking the last of her cocoa, she left the cup on the table and stood, grabbing her bag and her coat. "Thank you, though, it means a lot that you'd offer."
"When do you leave?" he asked.
"Two days," Buffy informed. "So there's lots to do." She paused a moment before stepping around the table and giving him a hug which he readily returned. "Keep in touch and don't be a stranger," she requested before turning to leave.
"You as well," he offered in return.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
He sat back down and watched her walk away.
Years of planning. Years of plotting. Years of living to serve the revenge he swore. The blink of an eye in his lifetime, but the visceral pain of discovering the betrayal still burned.
She was the means he had chosen for revenge. He had two days to determine if he was ready, if he was going to end up back in the UK for a while to see it through to its end. It was convenient that she had been called back there, one last bit of logistics he needed to work out.
His phone rang. Pulling it out, he glanced at the number. He didn't want to answer, but knew he needed to or he would be bothered again and again. "Mac," he greeted. "No, Amsterdam at the moment... Not sure. Maybe a few more weeks... What makes you think I'm up to something? That seems unfairly judgemental..."
Methos stood up, dropped some bills on the table and set off with his phone next to his ear, an irritating boy scout on the other end. He made sure his voice was that of Adam, but his eyes, still following the fast-disappearing form of his means of revenge, were those of Death.
End