Death Is Your Gift - Option 1 | BtVS/Highlander | FRC
Title: Death Is Your Gift (option 1)
Author: Beriaearwen
Crossover: BtVS/Highlander
Characters: Adam Pierson, Buffy
Word count: 708
Rating: FRC
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Highlander belong to their respective creators, directors, studios, production companies, etc.
Summary: A look into different ways Death could be Buffy's gift.
Death Is Your Gift
By Beriaearwen
“You going to stand there all night?”
Methos startled and turned, hand instinctively going for his sword before he stopped the movement, as the person who spoke brought up a crossbow faster than he'd seen in centuries. Holding his hand out at his side, he said, “I was trying to decide if I should knock.” The eloquently raised eyebrow on the face of the petite blonde with the deadly weapon urged him to continue. “I'm Adam Pierson and I'm looking for Buffy Summers. I believe this is her address?”
At some point in his introduction, the crossbow had dropped back to the young woman's side and her expression became less threatening and more evaluating. When her eyes finally met his, he had to work hard not to gasp. He'd seen eyes like that before - in the mirror, to be exact. It was why after he left the horseman he went nearly a millennia before looking in one again.
“I'm Buffy. Standing outside after dark in Sunnydale isn't exactly the wisest course of action,” she advised while climbing the stairs. When she was even with Methos, she stopped, her eyes on the door. “I'm glad you came. Both Dawn and I were hoping you would.”
At this point her eyes met his and Methos couldn't help but wonder about this woman. Once again he found himself faced with a familiar gaze - absolute determination.
“If you hurt her in any way, human or not, I will end you.”
Methos stared in shock at Buffy's back as she entered the house and called out for Dawn. He stepped toward the threshold and wondered what exactly she knew about the “or not” portion of the world. He, personally, avoided it at all costs.
Closing the door behind him, he stood in the entryway waiting for some sign as to what was next. Glancing around the room, his eyes fell on the clock and he couldn't help but wonder at how quickly life could change, even his.
Forty-eight hours ago he'd returned to Paris after receiving an urgent message from the Highlander. Cassandra had been by with some information for him. Despite Duncan's assurances, Methos had highly doubted it meant any good news for him, not the way things stood between him and Cassandra.
Still, the Highlander had succeeded in convincing him to open the information. What it contained... he had immediately disbelieved it, but...
There were secrets he'd carried with him for longer than he could remember. More than his name, he remembered a longing and desire for family, blood family. And, if the information was correct, he would have it.
Now, two days later, he was in the entryway of woman, very young woman, who both magic and science identified as the mother of his daughter.
Daughter.
The word brought a smile to his face.
He was brought out of his thoughts by a high-pitched, female voice. “He's here?”
Nervous flutters filled his stomach - something he couldn't remember having felt in centuries.
A few moments later, Buffy reappeared with a young, dark-haired teen.
“Adam Pierson,” Buffy began. “Our daughter, Dawn Summers. Dawn, this is your father.”
Huge blue eyes looked at him and Methos felt exactly what he always dreamed he would if he could have a child. A huge smile appeared on his face as he stepped forward, losing his heart in a way he never had with his adopted children as his arms wrapped around his daughter for the first time. Things locked into place and, for the first time, he knew he would do whatever he had to in order to protect her and see her grow.
When Dawn eventually pulled away, he saw Buffy's fond smile turn into a serious expression.
Stepping up to his free side, the one into which Dawn wasn't cuddled into, Buffy slipped her arm around his free one and gently led them forward. “We need to talk before getting to know each other better.”
“Talk?” he asked, looking down at Buffy, eyebrow raised in query.
Buffy nodded and turned her attention forward once more. “Mm-hmm. Apparently Death is my gift.”
Adam froze momentarily, but found himself urged forward by an exceptionally strong, small hand.
End
Author: Beriaearwen
Crossover: BtVS/Highlander
Characters: Adam Pierson, Buffy
Word count: 708
Rating: FRC
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Highlander belong to their respective creators, directors, studios, production companies, etc.
Summary: A look into different ways Death could be Buffy's gift.
Death Is Your Gift
By Beriaearwen
“You going to stand there all night?”
Methos startled and turned, hand instinctively going for his sword before he stopped the movement, as the person who spoke brought up a crossbow faster than he'd seen in centuries. Holding his hand out at his side, he said, “I was trying to decide if I should knock.” The eloquently raised eyebrow on the face of the petite blonde with the deadly weapon urged him to continue. “I'm Adam Pierson and I'm looking for Buffy Summers. I believe this is her address?”
At some point in his introduction, the crossbow had dropped back to the young woman's side and her expression became less threatening and more evaluating. When her eyes finally met his, he had to work hard not to gasp. He'd seen eyes like that before - in the mirror, to be exact. It was why after he left the horseman he went nearly a millennia before looking in one again.
“I'm Buffy. Standing outside after dark in Sunnydale isn't exactly the wisest course of action,” she advised while climbing the stairs. When she was even with Methos, she stopped, her eyes on the door. “I'm glad you came. Both Dawn and I were hoping you would.”
At this point her eyes met his and Methos couldn't help but wonder about this woman. Once again he found himself faced with a familiar gaze - absolute determination.
“If you hurt her in any way, human or not, I will end you.”
Methos stared in shock at Buffy's back as she entered the house and called out for Dawn. He stepped toward the threshold and wondered what exactly she knew about the “or not” portion of the world. He, personally, avoided it at all costs.
Closing the door behind him, he stood in the entryway waiting for some sign as to what was next. Glancing around the room, his eyes fell on the clock and he couldn't help but wonder at how quickly life could change, even his.
Forty-eight hours ago he'd returned to Paris after receiving an urgent message from the Highlander. Cassandra had been by with some information for him. Despite Duncan's assurances, Methos had highly doubted it meant any good news for him, not the way things stood between him and Cassandra.
Still, the Highlander had succeeded in convincing him to open the information. What it contained... he had immediately disbelieved it, but...
There were secrets he'd carried with him for longer than he could remember. More than his name, he remembered a longing and desire for family, blood family. And, if the information was correct, he would have it.
Now, two days later, he was in the entryway of woman, very young woman, who both magic and science identified as the mother of his daughter.
Daughter.
The word brought a smile to his face.
He was brought out of his thoughts by a high-pitched, female voice. “He's here?”
Nervous flutters filled his stomach - something he couldn't remember having felt in centuries.
A few moments later, Buffy reappeared with a young, dark-haired teen.
“Adam Pierson,” Buffy began. “Our daughter, Dawn Summers. Dawn, this is your father.”
Huge blue eyes looked at him and Methos felt exactly what he always dreamed he would if he could have a child. A huge smile appeared on his face as he stepped forward, losing his heart in a way he never had with his adopted children as his arms wrapped around his daughter for the first time. Things locked into place and, for the first time, he knew he would do whatever he had to in order to protect her and see her grow.
When Dawn eventually pulled away, he saw Buffy's fond smile turn into a serious expression.
Stepping up to his free side, the one into which Dawn wasn't cuddled into, Buffy slipped her arm around his free one and gently led them forward. “We need to talk before getting to know each other better.”
“Talk?” he asked, looking down at Buffy, eyebrow raised in query.
Buffy nodded and turned her attention forward once more. “Mm-hmm. Apparently Death is my gift.”
Adam froze momentarily, but found himself urged forward by an exceptionally strong, small hand.
End