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tiptoe39 this whole week and I have had a blast being your host for comment_fic this week.This week we've taken inspiration from the beginnings, the endings, and a fascinating culture. But there's always one place to turn when all else fails: cliche. TV Tropes never fails to provide us with good ideas - ideas so good everybody's already used them before, but who cares, at least they're tested!
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Date: 2011-01-27 01:10 pm (UTC)Re: Filled: Not Quite What I Planned, Dean/Cas
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Date: 2011-01-27 01:47 pm (UTC)Fill: And the world die with you
Date: 2011-09-25 01:12 am (UTC)“Not that I don’t appreciate the side effects.” He shifted so that he could place a kiss on Duncan’s chest. “I accept, reluctantly and against my better judgment, the fact that you have a moral code that insists you fight the wicked and protect the powerless, and do who knows what with the powerless wicked, but accepting stupid random challenges…”
“If I didn’t accept this challenge now, he’d have come after, after someone I loved to force me to fight.”
Methos jerked up right and turned so that he could look Duncan full on in the face. He glared. “You had better not be talking about protecting me.”
Mac winced.
“I am fully capable of defending myself. But what do you think will happen if you die?”
“I’m not going to die.”
“If you die,” Methos ignored his, admittedly weak, reassurance, “the world will end.”
Duncan schooled his features to seriousness, because he knew that Methos meant it seriously. “And that’s why I protect you. I would be destroyed if you were hurt because of me.”
Methos closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. Then he opened them and they had lost their accusation. Now they just looked old. “No, Mac, I mean it seriously: If you die, then I’ll avenge you.”
“I won’t die.”
Methos ignored him again. “If I avenge your death, then I’ll get your killer’s quickening, and the quickenings of all the immortals he or she has taken. In this particular hypothetical scenario, that means your quickening, which, also includes Caspian’s quickening and a good portion of Kronos’ quickening as well.”
“You think it will be a dark quickening.”
“I’ve taken quickenings that changed my personality before. They all do to some extent. This one would be strong, yes, and would probably have an effect, but that’s not the issue at hand. If I take your quickening, then the quickenings of all four of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse will be together again. John of Patmos was as true a seer as ever Cassandra is. When the Horsemen come together, we will ride and conquer and kill, all four quarters of the Earth. It will be the end of days.”
“Then don’t avenge me!”
“Mac, the same is true if the four come together in you, you know. If I die, would you not avenge me?” The question is mocking. Methos would never asked to be avenged, would argue against it even, but he knows Duncan.
Duncan pulls Methos back to him, wrapping his arms around his lover, tucking his head under his chin. “I would avenge you and let the world end to give you justice.”
“I know. Me, too.”
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Date: 2011-01-27 01:49 pm (UTC)Fill: Four is Death (1/2)
Date: 2011-09-25 12:19 am (UTC)The three rules were simple enough to explain to any new immortals and it was considered appropriate to give any new immortal a three-day head-start if you wanted to challenge him. The teacher-student dynamic hadn’t developed yet.
Kronos wasn’t willing to accept that.
Kronos had led the warriors of his people and under his people had survived every battle and triumphed over every foe. But Kronos had been raised to the position of leader of the warriors. While he had natural talent at fighting, at teaching others to fight, and at leading them in battle, he was also well educated in the process and knew the value of that education.
There were many talented fighters out in the world, and many of those talented fighters had tried to conquer his people. They had failed. It had taken something more than human to finally defeat his people. His people, Kronos included, had died in a plague. He had woken up from his first death late enough in the process that there had been no one to object to his awakening but early enough to help nurse the rest of the village as they died off.
He had mourned them, but knew that the gods must want more from him if he had been given a second life to live. He just had to find out what they wanted.
The first immortal he met told him the rules and then told him to leave, because she didn’t want to die and she didn’t want to kill him. That seemed fair. He had asked her why they were as they were and she had shrugged. “You should ask one of the old ones, that. I’m still living with my parents. The man who told me the rules said he was a thousand years old but I don’t think he knew how to count. Maybe if there is a man who is truly a thousand years old, he will know why we are here.”
That seemed like good advice.
After much searching, he found Methos.
Methos who had lived for two thousand years and had two wagons, one to carry the writings of others and one to carry his own. He was old enough to know many answers, old enough to have forgotten many more. He didn’t even know how he had first died. His first death was simply by death.
Methos who wouldn’t even listen to his questions.
“You listen to the questions of these mortals. You travel around asking questions and answering them. Why, then, do you not listen to me?”
“Because you are immortal. Immortals do not speak with each other. The rules are: Fight one-on-one. Never fight on holy ground. There can be only one.”
“There are two of us here now. So there does not have to be only one.”
“I do not want to kill you and I do not want to die. I don’t think I’ll risk breaking that third rule. Go away.”
“If I can prove to you that we can travel together, that we can be brothers, will you teach me?”
Methos stared at him for a long moment. Very well. “If you can prove that we do not have to be only one, then I will ride by your side and answer what questions I can. But until then, go away.”
“Swear it, old one, and I will go away until I can prove that we can ride together.”
“I swear. No go.”
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