Fic: Five times Jack and Methos met on vacation (PG13) (3/4) DW/HL
Title: Five times Jack and Methos met on vacation
Author: jinxed_wood
Fandoms: Highlander/Doctor Who
Characters: Methos, Jack, the Doctor, a strange Mommy loving alien, and a bomb
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG13 - for innuendo and the war
Previous Parts: One : Two
The third time Methos met Jack…or should I say the first time Jack met Methos? You’d need to be a Doctor to keep this straight...hmmm, funny I should say that
London, the Blitz, WWII
Methos, huddled in his coat, tried to block out the shrill horn of the claxon as he hunted for a new shelter - one that wasn’t occupied by another immortal. “I wonder who it was?” Methos thought, irritably, as his mind wandered back to the presence he’d felt in his usual bolthole. “Damned terrible timing, whoever he is…”
The streets were empty, with not a soul in sight and-
“Y’ know, Doc, I’m supposed to be here on vacation. ”
Methos’s head jerked up. He recognised that voice.
“Jack, we don’t have time for this. You find Rose and -”
“Ah yes, the lovely and fair Rose...”
Methos squared his shoulders. The boy was mortal and it was the twentieth century. This time, he was prepared; this, time, he’d read H.G.Wells, and no small, puny… “Gun, ” he mentally chided himself. “The damned thing was a gun. Granted, it was a gun with some very strange, eye burning ammunition but, nevertheless, a...gun?"
Methos eyed Jack, who was purposely following his companion down the opposite side of the street. Methos frowned; strange, he didn’t recognise the new guy’s face but there was something familiar… Snorting, he shrugged the thought away and stalked across the street. One mysterious stranger at a time, thank you very much. “Hey, you!”
“Who, me?” Jack spun on his feet, a ready smile spreading across his face.
“Yes, you.”
“Do I know you, pal?” Jack drawled slowly, his eyes suggestively travelling down Methos’s body. “Because I’d think I’d remember you.”
“Will you stop that!” Methos snapped irritably.
“Stop what?”
"The innuendo, it won’t work. Better flirts than you have eyed me, my boy, and nothing is going to distract me. I want answers, damn it!”
“Better flirts than me? Really?”
“Byron, for one,” his companion piped up helpfully, throwing Methos a friendly smile. “Hi there! I’m the Doctor, and who are you today?”
“Michael…” Methos's voice drifted off as everything clicked into place. “Bugger.”
“Time travel,” the Doctor said sympathetically, “Plays havoc with your social life.”
“Really, Byron?” Jack said, his eyes brightening. The boy sure had a one tracked mind. “Hey, is it true what they say about the goa-“
“Mommy, are you my Mommy?”
“What, the hell, was that!” Methos muttered, unease crawling up his spine.
“Damn,” the Doctor uttered distractedly. “They’re earlier than I thought. Remember the plan-”
“What plan? Hey, wait, ” Methos interjected. “You didn’t tell me what-“ But it was too late. Bemused, Methos watched the two tear down the street, hearing their words float into the night.
“You do know what he is, don’t you…”
“No, should I?”
“Never mind.”
That was when the bomb fell.
Note: For those of you who are ‘Highlander fans; yes, the immortal in the air-raid shelter was Duncan…ah yes, the ‘what ifs’…
Part Four
Author: jinxed_wood
Fandoms: Highlander/Doctor Who
Characters: Methos, Jack, the Doctor, a strange Mommy loving alien, and a bomb
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG13 - for innuendo and the war
Previous Parts: One : Two
The third time Methos met Jack…or should I say the first time Jack met Methos? You’d need to be a Doctor to keep this straight...hmmm, funny I should say that
London, the Blitz, WWII
Methos, huddled in his coat, tried to block out the shrill horn of the claxon as he hunted for a new shelter - one that wasn’t occupied by another immortal. “I wonder who it was?” Methos thought, irritably, as his mind wandered back to the presence he’d felt in his usual bolthole. “Damned terrible timing, whoever he is…”
The streets were empty, with not a soul in sight and-
“Y’ know, Doc, I’m supposed to be here on vacation. ”
Methos’s head jerked up. He recognised that voice.
“Jack, we don’t have time for this. You find Rose and -”
“Ah yes, the lovely and fair Rose...”
Methos squared his shoulders. The boy was mortal and it was the twentieth century. This time, he was prepared; this, time, he’d read H.G.Wells, and no small, puny… “Gun, ” he mentally chided himself. “The damned thing was a gun. Granted, it was a gun with some very strange, eye burning ammunition but, nevertheless, a...gun?"
Methos eyed Jack, who was purposely following his companion down the opposite side of the street. Methos frowned; strange, he didn’t recognise the new guy’s face but there was something familiar… Snorting, he shrugged the thought away and stalked across the street. One mysterious stranger at a time, thank you very much. “Hey, you!”
“Who, me?” Jack spun on his feet, a ready smile spreading across his face.
“Yes, you.”
“Do I know you, pal?” Jack drawled slowly, his eyes suggestively travelling down Methos’s body. “Because I’d think I’d remember you.”
“Will you stop that!” Methos snapped irritably.
“Stop what?”
"The innuendo, it won’t work. Better flirts than you have eyed me, my boy, and nothing is going to distract me. I want answers, damn it!”
“Better flirts than me? Really?”
“Byron, for one,” his companion piped up helpfully, throwing Methos a friendly smile. “Hi there! I’m the Doctor, and who are you today?”
“Michael…” Methos's voice drifted off as everything clicked into place. “Bugger.”
“Time travel,” the Doctor said sympathetically, “Plays havoc with your social life.”
“Really, Byron?” Jack said, his eyes brightening. The boy sure had a one tracked mind. “Hey, is it true what they say about the goa-“
“Mommy, are you my Mommy?”
“What, the hell, was that!” Methos muttered, unease crawling up his spine.
“Damn,” the Doctor uttered distractedly. “They’re earlier than I thought. Remember the plan-”
“What plan? Hey, wait, ” Methos interjected. “You didn’t tell me what-“ But it was too late. Bemused, Methos watched the two tear down the street, hearing their words float into the night.
“You do know what he is, don’t you…”
“No, should I?”
“Never mind.”
That was when the bomb fell.
Note: For those of you who are ‘Highlander fans; yes, the immortal in the air-raid shelter was Duncan…ah yes, the ‘what ifs’…
Part Four