CROSSOVER FIC:Return of the generic non-copyrighted evil alien thing [HL/TW | Gen | Methos, Jack ]
A meme story that's a sequel to a meme story!
kerravonsen challenged me to write a timestamped sequel to Five times Jack and Methos met on vacation, which was originally written at the request of beccadg. This scene takes place two hours after the last story ended.
P.S Nothing that makes sense should reasonably be expected of this, especially as I'm indulging in some major writerly insomnia at the moment (I don't start work again until next week - are you jealous yet? :-P )
Title: Return of the bioluminescent blob generic non-copyrighted evil alien thing.
Wordcount: 430
Author: jinxed_wood
Fandoms: Highlander/Torchwood
Characters: Methos, Jack, rain
Genre: Humour
Rating: general
~~~Return of the bioluminescent blob generic non-copyrighted evil alien thing.~~~
It's funny what can happen in a mere two hours. Sometimes, it's a matter of life or death, or even getting your library book wet...
On a derailed train to Wales, pinned down by blobby aliens, in the present day, but still two hours into the future....want a jelly baby?
"Damn it, I should have known!" Methos spat out, as the torrential rain seeped through his overcoat. The paperback in his pocket already curled under the weight of the water and the carriageway's roof was now a mere memory; sliced open and peeled back like a sardine can.
"What, you didn't really think I was here just to catch up on old times, did you?" Jack asked, "You're cute, but you're not that cute!" He eyed the sky warily, waiting for the second wave that was sure to come. The train had ground to a halt, and the last of the other passengers were tentatively crawling towards the exit. He didn't blame them, the concept definitely held merit.
"I suppose these things have a name," Methos said, "Or shall we stick to bioluminescent blob things?"
"Can't," Jack said. "Copyright. Hollywood got there first."
"Why does that not surprise me?" Methos sighed. "Right, so what now?"
"Now, I go after them, and you can toddle off the train and go about your business." Jack informed him.
"Is that so?" Methos eyed him dubiously, before throwing a longing glance at the exit.
"Sure," Jack said. "My back-up will be here in a moment...or, at least, momentarily "
Methos rolled his eyes. "Momentarily, you say?" he drawled.
Jack grinned, as he slid the safety off his weapon. "Hey, we'll always have Bordeaux."
"Bordeaux was an easily defensible bunker, not a ripped open tin can on wheels," Methos grumbled. "And what happened to that laser pistol you used to have? Surely it would be better for this situation? I thought laser weapons and aliens went together like cheese on rye?"
"Logistical problems," Jack said.
Methos raised an eyebrow. "I'm not going to ask," he said firmly, as he pulled his coat around himself and inched towards the door. "Well, I'd say it's been nice meeting you again, but we both know that's a lie so I'll just say...goodbye." He nearly made it, he really did. The exit was within reach, and he could see the ambulances and police huddled outside. There was still one enemy he hadn't reckoned on, however. His own bloody conscience. It was all that idiot Highlander's fault.
He pulled out his glock. "Move over, kid, you're going to need cover."
Jack smirked at him, but wisely said nothing.
THE END....
...SORT OF.
kerravonsen challenged me to write a timestamped sequel to Five times Jack and Methos met on vacation, which was originally written at the request of beccadg. This scene takes place two hours after the last story ended.
P.S Nothing that makes sense should reasonably be expected of this, especially as I'm indulging in some major writerly insomnia at the moment (I don't start work again until next week - are you jealous yet? :-P )
Title: Return of the bioluminescent blob generic non-copyrighted evil alien thing.
Wordcount: 430
Author: jinxed_wood
Fandoms: Highlander/Torchwood
Characters: Methos, Jack, rain
Genre: Humour
Rating: general
~~~Return of the bioluminescent blob generic non-copyrighted evil alien thing.~~~
It's funny what can happen in a mere two hours. Sometimes, it's a matter of life or death, or even getting your library book wet...
On a derailed train to Wales, pinned down by blobby aliens, in the present day, but still two hours into the future....want a jelly baby?
"Damn it, I should have known!" Methos spat out, as the torrential rain seeped through his overcoat. The paperback in his pocket already curled under the weight of the water and the carriageway's roof was now a mere memory; sliced open and peeled back like a sardine can.
"What, you didn't really think I was here just to catch up on old times, did you?" Jack asked, "You're cute, but you're not that cute!" He eyed the sky warily, waiting for the second wave that was sure to come. The train had ground to a halt, and the last of the other passengers were tentatively crawling towards the exit. He didn't blame them, the concept definitely held merit.
"I suppose these things have a name," Methos said, "Or shall we stick to bioluminescent blob things?"
"Can't," Jack said. "Copyright. Hollywood got there first."
"Why does that not surprise me?" Methos sighed. "Right, so what now?"
"Now, I go after them, and you can toddle off the train and go about your business." Jack informed him.
"Is that so?" Methos eyed him dubiously, before throwing a longing glance at the exit.
"Sure," Jack said. "My back-up will be here in a moment...or, at least, momentarily "
Methos rolled his eyes. "Momentarily, you say?" he drawled.
Jack grinned, as he slid the safety off his weapon. "Hey, we'll always have Bordeaux."
"Bordeaux was an easily defensible bunker, not a ripped open tin can on wheels," Methos grumbled. "And what happened to that laser pistol you used to have? Surely it would be better for this situation? I thought laser weapons and aliens went together like cheese on rye?"
"Logistical problems," Jack said.
Methos raised an eyebrow. "I'm not going to ask," he said firmly, as he pulled his coat around himself and inched towards the door. "Well, I'd say it's been nice meeting you again, but we both know that's a lie so I'll just say...goodbye." He nearly made it, he really did. The exit was within reach, and he could see the ambulances and police huddled outside. There was still one enemy he hadn't reckoned on, however. His own bloody conscience. It was all that idiot Highlander's fault.
He pulled out his glock. "Move over, kid, you're going to need cover."
Jack smirked at him, but wisely said nothing.
THE END....
...SORT OF.