Fic: Anticipation (1/1)
Fic: Anticipation(1/1)
Summary: An AU of an AU Crossover. Takes place in the Immortal!Dean and Meta!Chloe universe.
What if Dean found out?
Author: pen37
Fandoms: Supernatural/Highlander/Smallville.
Characters: Chloe, Methos
Rating: G
Beta:Strangevisitor7
A/N: This is a story set AU to mine and Strangevisitor7's Immortal!Dean Meta!Chloe universe. In the primary storyline, Dean did not find out that Chloe was an unaging meta for several hundred years. In this AU, he found out a little bit sooner.
Methos wasn't expecting to hear from Chloe for quite some time. At the moment, “Anne Gabriel” was chasing down some kind of artifact for Queen Industries in the snake-infested Amazon. So when he picked up the phone to hear her sounding as mad as a wet cat, he was understandably surprised.
“Where are you?” he asked.
“Still in Nauta,” Chloe said. “I'm currently handcuffed to a bed.”
His eyebrows scaled his forehead. Although this didn't sound like a 'Methos, come save me' conversation, you never knew with Chloe. Just in case, he booted up his computer and pulled up an online travel agency. “You do manage to get into the most intriguing situations.”
The only sound on the other side of the phone was a thump, followed by a clang.
“Sorry,” she said when she came back on. “I'm in the jungle. The roaches down here are the size of kittens.”
“Please. Don't share.”
“Sorry,” she said again. Although she sounded anything but. “He took the battery to my sat phone. I had to jury rig my laptop to power it.”
“He who?”
“Dean Winchester.” Chloe said.
Methos sighed in relief. The tension in his gut dissipated. His relationship with Winchester was a bit more antagonistic than Duncan would like, but Methos knew the Immortal Winchester to be a decent sort of fellow. This was likely not a cavalry call.
“I wasn't aware that you knew Winchester.”
“For three months, about twenty or thirty years ago.” She was still angry, but stomping roaches (he shuddered at that) seemed to have calmed her a bit. “I didn't exactly tell him way back then that I was unaging. I didn't really think he'd care this much.”
Her voice dropped an octave or two as she spoke. Methos detected a bit of guilt in the cadence. Judging by Dean's rather extreme reaction, he probably did care 'this much.' “And why, pray tell has he chained you to a bed?”
“He said it was to keep me from running off the second his back was turned.”
Methos let out a sardonic bark of laughter. “He knows you better than you think.”
“That's not funny,” Chloe said. “I've been sitting here for the past two hours listening to a rant about how I should have told him everything. And also, he apparently hates that I let my hair go dark again.”
“He does seem to have a thing for blondes,” Methos said.
“Since when?” Chloe snorted.
He let that pass. “So do you need me to call Duncan and send in the troops?”
“That'll be the day,”she snorted. “I can handle Dean Winchester.”
Methos didn't doubt that.
“What I need,” she continued, “Is for you to cover things with Savage. We never did establish if he figured out that 'Anne Gabriel' is Chloe Sullivan. If he's still following me, then Dean finding me is going to expose your entire immortal group. And that's what I've been trying to avoid.”
Methos smiled grimly. Every now and then he had to pull his Death persona out of the closet, dust him off and start hiding bodies. One day, he promised himself, that would end. “Looks like I'm off to Zurich.”
“I'm sorry,” Chloe said. “I know it's asking a lot.”
“There was a reason that Richie gave you my number,” Methos said. “This was part of it.”
“Richie,” Chloe hissed. “That reminds me.”
“Yes?”
“He's the only one who could have told Dean. When I get out of here, I'm going to kill him. Maybe a few times.”
“I'll do my best to warn him,” Methos said.
“You do that.” With that, Chloe clicked off the phone.
Methos chuckled. They both knew that Chloe's promise was an empty threat. But for young Mr. Ryan, the anticipation would be fitting punishment.