CROSSOVER FIC: Five Things Methos Said to the Doctor, Part 3/5 (HL/DW)
Title: Five Things Methos Said to the Doctor (3/5)
Author: jinxed_wood
Fandoms: Doctor Who/Highlander
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 906
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine…
Previous Parts ONE / TWO
Five Things Methos Said to the Doctor - Part 3
The spectators leapt to their feet with a roar, circling Methos in a ring of waving arms as he sat firmly on the stone step. “I don’t believe you talked me into this,” he muttered as a sea of flowers passed over his head and into the arena below.
“Oh come on! What’s not to like?” the Doctor asked, taking a deep breath. “Can you smell that? That’s the sweet aroma of testosterone in the air.”
“It’s two people, trapped in a pit, being forced to kill each other,” Methos pointed out flatly. “There isn’t anything remotely entertaining about it.”
“You’ve got a point,” he said, snatching a rose from the air. “But there’s nothing we can do about it, I’m afraid. It’s part of history…huh, that’s funny.” Threading the rose through his buttonhole, the Doctor gazed into the distance.
Methos sighed wearily. He’d known the Time Lord for less than a day and he could already recognise that tone. “Come on, spit it out, I know you want to.”
“Nah, it’s probably nothing,” the doctor muttered. “Except…well…it probably wouldn’t hurt to check it out, would it?” A grin flashed across his face. “Come on, let’s go!”
Methos eyed the hand that was suddenly thrust at his face. “Gee, Dad, I think I can cross the road by myself,” he drawled, getting to his feet.
“Sorry, habit.”
With a swirl of his coat, the Doctor darted through the crowd and Methos hurried to catch up. “Maybe I should have held his hand, after all,” he thought irritably as he reached the archway the Doctor had gone through. The stairwell was pitch black, and Methos blinked to readjust his eyes. “Doctor?”
“Over here,” a voice whispered, and Methos peered into the shadows.
“Why are you whispering?” he asked in a low voice as he made out the Time Lord’s outline against the wall
“We’re not alone,” he said softly, putting a finger to his lips as he pointed down the stairs.
Methos followed his gaze, his eyes narrowing as she saw a faint glint of metal below them. “Is that-”
The Doctor nodded, his face suddenly grim. “My guess is they’re looking for new genetic material for their drones, and who better to supply it than the finest warriors in Rome?”
“Genetic material? What are they doing, swabbing them for their DNA?”
“More like a blood sample.”
Methos sighed “Let me guess, we’re not talking about a nice, clean syringe, are we?
“Not really,” the Doctor said tersely. “Follow me, and be quiet. The last thing we need is your nattering tipping them off.”
“Oh, that’s rich-”
“Ssh!”
Methos glared mutinously as the Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and slowly crept down the steps. Tempting as it was to walk away and leave the annoying alien to deal with the killer robots all by himself, the Doctor was his only ticket out of this century…and besides, irritating though he undoubtedly was, he had saved his life. Muttering under his breath, Methos followed him down the steps.
A high-pitched, nasal voice filled the air, and the Doctor froze mid step. “The mission is almost complete, once the games are over, we shall move to the final phase.”
“Affirmative, the Emperor shall be pleased.”
A faint whir filled the air, and Methos watched as the two Daleks flew down the stairs.
“You know, back in the old days, they stayed dead when you killed them,” the Doctor muttered, anger showing in his voice. “That bloody Dalek has more lives than a Time Lord.”
“Maybe he took a genetic sampling,” Methos said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
The doctor’s face fell still, his shadowed face becoming harsh and forbidding. “That wasn’t funny.”
Methos had the uneasy feeling he stepped on a painful subject. “Is there something you haven’t told me.?”
“Oh, there’s plenty I haven’t told you but as you don’t exactly have a century to spare… actually, that’s not true, is it?” A small smile appeared on his lips, softening his face. “Do you realise how rarely I meet someone who’s actually older than me?”
Methos smirked. “Not as much of a rarity as it is for me, I’ll bet,” he shot back.
“Oh, there are a few - none on Earth of course, but nevertheless...” he smirked. “Come on, let’s go save the world.”
“I don’t suppose you’ve met the Highlander, have you?” Methos asked rhetorically as they crept down the steps.
“Which one, Conor or Duncan?”
Methos groaned, he should have known. “Duncan.”
“Early twentieth century, Scotland, played nine holes with him and a chap called Fitz, Nice golf course.”
“But of course,” Methos muttered.
The doctor stopped, raising a hand. “We’re here.”
Methos glanced over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the blank stone wall in front of them. “Looks like a dead end to me.”
The Doctor grinned, the sonic screwdriver in his hand coming to life. “Watch!” The wall clicked and a hidden door slid open, revealing a brightly lit flight of metallic steps. “The Daleks always had a thing for secret, underground lairs. Let’s go.”
“Hold on a minute,” Methos protested. “Are you seriously suggesting we go down there? They’ll make mince meat out of us!”
“You’re armed, aren’t you?”
“I’ve got a sword, they’ve got laser weapons that can vaporize a human at thirty paces, do the math!”
“What’s life without a little adventure?”
Part Four
Author: jinxed_wood
Fandoms: Doctor Who/Highlander
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 906
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine…
Previous Parts ONE / TWO
Five Things Methos Said to the Doctor - Part 3
The spectators leapt to their feet with a roar, circling Methos in a ring of waving arms as he sat firmly on the stone step. “I don’t believe you talked me into this,” he muttered as a sea of flowers passed over his head and into the arena below.
“Oh come on! What’s not to like?” the Doctor asked, taking a deep breath. “Can you smell that? That’s the sweet aroma of testosterone in the air.”
“It’s two people, trapped in a pit, being forced to kill each other,” Methos pointed out flatly. “There isn’t anything remotely entertaining about it.”
“You’ve got a point,” he said, snatching a rose from the air. “But there’s nothing we can do about it, I’m afraid. It’s part of history…huh, that’s funny.” Threading the rose through his buttonhole, the Doctor gazed into the distance.
Methos sighed wearily. He’d known the Time Lord for less than a day and he could already recognise that tone. “Come on, spit it out, I know you want to.”
“Nah, it’s probably nothing,” the doctor muttered. “Except…well…it probably wouldn’t hurt to check it out, would it?” A grin flashed across his face. “Come on, let’s go!”
Methos eyed the hand that was suddenly thrust at his face. “Gee, Dad, I think I can cross the road by myself,” he drawled, getting to his feet.
“Sorry, habit.”
With a swirl of his coat, the Doctor darted through the crowd and Methos hurried to catch up. “Maybe I should have held his hand, after all,” he thought irritably as he reached the archway the Doctor had gone through. The stairwell was pitch black, and Methos blinked to readjust his eyes. “Doctor?”
“Over here,” a voice whispered, and Methos peered into the shadows.
“Why are you whispering?” he asked in a low voice as he made out the Time Lord’s outline against the wall
“We’re not alone,” he said softly, putting a finger to his lips as he pointed down the stairs.
Methos followed his gaze, his eyes narrowing as she saw a faint glint of metal below them. “Is that-”
The Doctor nodded, his face suddenly grim. “My guess is they’re looking for new genetic material for their drones, and who better to supply it than the finest warriors in Rome?”
“Genetic material? What are they doing, swabbing them for their DNA?”
“More like a blood sample.”
Methos sighed “Let me guess, we’re not talking about a nice, clean syringe, are we?
“Not really,” the Doctor said tersely. “Follow me, and be quiet. The last thing we need is your nattering tipping them off.”
“Oh, that’s rich-”
“Ssh!”
Methos glared mutinously as the Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and slowly crept down the steps. Tempting as it was to walk away and leave the annoying alien to deal with the killer robots all by himself, the Doctor was his only ticket out of this century…and besides, irritating though he undoubtedly was, he had saved his life. Muttering under his breath, Methos followed him down the steps.
A high-pitched, nasal voice filled the air, and the Doctor froze mid step. “The mission is almost complete, once the games are over, we shall move to the final phase.”
“Affirmative, the Emperor shall be pleased.”
A faint whir filled the air, and Methos watched as the two Daleks flew down the stairs.
“You know, back in the old days, they stayed dead when you killed them,” the Doctor muttered, anger showing in his voice. “That bloody Dalek has more lives than a Time Lord.”
“Maybe he took a genetic sampling,” Methos said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
The doctor’s face fell still, his shadowed face becoming harsh and forbidding. “That wasn’t funny.”
Methos had the uneasy feeling he stepped on a painful subject. “Is there something you haven’t told me.?”
“Oh, there’s plenty I haven’t told you but as you don’t exactly have a century to spare… actually, that’s not true, is it?” A small smile appeared on his lips, softening his face. “Do you realise how rarely I meet someone who’s actually older than me?”
Methos smirked. “Not as much of a rarity as it is for me, I’ll bet,” he shot back.
“Oh, there are a few - none on Earth of course, but nevertheless...” he smirked. “Come on, let’s go save the world.”
“I don’t suppose you’ve met the Highlander, have you?” Methos asked rhetorically as they crept down the steps.
“Which one, Conor or Duncan?”
Methos groaned, he should have known. “Duncan.”
“Early twentieth century, Scotland, played nine holes with him and a chap called Fitz, Nice golf course.”
“But of course,” Methos muttered.
The doctor stopped, raising a hand. “We’re here.”
Methos glanced over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the blank stone wall in front of them. “Looks like a dead end to me.”
The Doctor grinned, the sonic screwdriver in his hand coming to life. “Watch!” The wall clicked and a hidden door slid open, revealing a brightly lit flight of metallic steps. “The Daleks always had a thing for secret, underground lairs. Let’s go.”
“Hold on a minute,” Methos protested. “Are you seriously suggesting we go down there? They’ll make mince meat out of us!”
“You’re armed, aren’t you?”
“I’ve got a sword, they’ve got laser weapons that can vaporize a human at thirty paces, do the math!”
“What’s life without a little adventure?”
Part Four