Incarnations of Immortality
By The Bear!
Disclaimer: See Prologue
Scully stood in the shower with Mulder, washing the blood off of both of
their bodies. Mulder looked like the
victim in a slasher film. Scully
looked like that scene in Carrie. When
she had seen herself in the mirror she had almost fainted.
“Can Vampires faint?” she wondered.
“They have almost no blood pressure as it is, not to mention…”
She broke her own train of thought. ‘They.’
Vampires weren’t a ‘they’ anymore.
“We.” She thought.
“Better get used to it.”
“I love you, Scully. No
matter what. Vampire, werewolf,
zombie, whatever. It wouldn’t
change the way I feel about you.” Mulder
said. “Well, maybe not as a
zombie…” he joked
Scully blinked at that for a moment. “What
was that, Mulder?” she asked.
“You were getting that ‘I’m a freak’ look.”
Mulder was emotionally exhausted by the events of the evening, and his
heart was on his sleeve. “Please
don’t ever think it matters to me Scully.
I love you so much it hurts. I
really can’t even fathom existence without you.
Especially immortal existence.” His
voice dropped to a whisper as every last insecurity he’d ever had ran
gibbering through his mind simultaneously, “please don’t leave me.
*please*”
As hard a day as she’d had, she knew it had been no picnic for Mulder
either. She was worried about losing
him, and she had allowed that feeling to make her mentally push him away.
“Enough, Dammit!” she shouted. “I’m
a blood-sucking vampire, and you’re a head-hunting immortal.
I refuse to allow little things like that to come between us anymore!”
Mulder, at first stunned at her outburst, began laughing hysterically.
He wrapped his blood-sucking girlfriend in his arms and laid into her
lips with a searing kiss, not coming up for air until he began to feel light
headed.
Scully smiled impishly and said, “I don’t need to breathe anymore
Mulder.”
Mulder waggled his eyebrows and said, “That could come in very handy,”
while pressing his erection into her stomach.
Scully lost her smile for a moment and said, “I’m not sure we should,
Mulder. Nick said it could be
difficult for me to stop once I started.”
Mulder’s smile grew large, “I’m OK with that,” he said.
Scully rolled her eyes, “I meant drinking from you, Mulder.
Apparently I have to bite to… you know.”
“Actually, no. I don’t
know. You have to bite me to…
what?” Mulder said with a smirk.
“Arggh!” she thought. Mulder
could be so exasperating. “To Cum,
Mulder. Ok?
I meant that I would have trouble stopping drinking from you because I
have to bite you to cum.”
“I meant it too, Scully. I’m
OK with that. Drain me.
Let me be in you as long as possible, be one with you until the last
drop.” Mulder said sincerely.
“Mulder!” Scully said,
shocked.
“I’ll just come right back, Scully.
Remember? I’m immortal.”
“Oh yeah,” Scully said, sheepishly.
“I forgot. It’s going to
take a while to get used to that.” Then
she smiled and levitated up for another kiss.
“Oh yeah! This is going to
require some serious exploration,” she said.
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
MacLeod was bored. “Methos,
we’ve been sitting here for 2 hours…”
“Hour and a half, tops.” Methos
replied
“My point, Methos, is that in the space of that time, we have yet to see
your mystery ‘not mortal’ anywhere.” MacLeod
said with a smirk.
“Well, perhaps you’ve forgotten, Hmm?
Airport, Crushed rib cage? Aren’t
you even curious?” Methos shook
his head. “In my *entire* life I
have never actually met or seen one. I
always thought they were a myth. Hell,
I still kind of think that they’re a myth.”
“Don’t you think if there really were such thing you would have seen
them before. I mean, you have been
around the block a few… thousand… times.”
MacLeod said.
“Did you notice anything strange about that young man tonight?
Before the obvious, I mean.” Methos
said.
“Not really.” MacLeod
thought for a moment. “He was
awfully pale… I thought it was the
sword at his throat. I guess it
wasn’t.”
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
Natalie and Tracy were still sitting in Nick’s caddie, waiting for word
on Mulder and Scully. They had been
discussing the ultimatum regarding
“I think I am in love with Vachon.”
“Did you just figure that out,
Natalie smiled at that, knowing what
“Well, it recently got uncomplicated,” Natalie smiled widely and
glanced at the ring she was wearing.
Natalie’s smile grew impossibly larger.
“Yes. Soon!”
she breathed, excited and aroused at the thought.
Natalie blushed furiously, “Oh yeah, Big time!”
Natalie sobered a bit, “It is dangerous
“It would appear that that is inevitable, anyway,”
“How do you feel about that?” Natalie
asked.
“I think I was leaning in that direction anyway.
I love him. I’m pretty sure
he loves me. I want to be with him,
and this is the only way to do it.” There
was no need to explain who ‘him’ was. “I
just think it sucks that the choice has been made for me!
I was no threat to The Community!”
Natalie sympathized. “How
would I feel if I had known there was no choice before I chose to do it?” she
wondered. She suspected that the
answer was ‘pretty pissed off’.
The phone interrupted their introspection.
It was Nick. He explained to
Natalie for several minutes about the events at the warehouse, and told her that
he and Vachon were on the way.
“Ok Nick. We are sitting in
the caddie in the back alley.” Natalie
said.
“We’ll be there in a couple minutes.
I love you Natalie.” Nick
said.
Natalie’s radiant smile lit up the interior of the car, “I love you
too, Nick,” she replied.
“What happened!?”
“Dana found Mulder.”
“Oh God, is he alright?”
“There were about a dozen men, they killed Mulder.”
Natalie said, still digesting the fantastic story.
“Oh no, Mulder’s ok.” Natalie
reassured
“What? I thought you
said…”
Natalie explained about immortals.
“Mulder’s Immortal?”
“Apparently, he didn’t know. I
guess it doesn’t kick in until they die the first time.”
Natalie said in wonder. “Hell
of a coincidence…” she thought.
“It takes a little bit though, right?”
“Uh, yeah. Nick said she
kinda lost it for a minute…” Natalie
trailer off.
“Lost it how?”
“Nick didn’t really go into it, but he said he was going to have to
clean up, so I don’t think we will be having to worry about the men who took
Mulder anymore.” Natalie said.
“Oh,”
“Yeah,” Natalie replied, pondering the implications as well.
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
LaCroix digested the news Nicolas gave him for a moment.
“Immortals. How very
interesting.”
“Vachon and I are on the way, father,” Nick said.
“I had a check done on the apartment.
The name of your ‘old’ adversary is Adam Pierson- at least that is
what he is using presently.”
“I will call Aristotle and have him see what else he can discover.”
LaCroix said. “Why don’t
you and your partner approach conventionally, while Natalie and the Spaniard
wait in my office,” he suggested.
“As you wish. Would you like
to speak with him at all?” Nick
asked.
“We shall see.” LaCroix
responded, swiveling his chair back to the monitors and watching his two guests.
“This may prove to be an entertaining diversion,” he thought to
himself.
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
Nick and Vachon landed on either side of the caddie.
They smiled at each other as they knocked on the windows, knowing the
reaction they were going to get. They
were not disappointed.
Natalie and Tracy looked at each other after screaming, annoyed with the
antics of their men. “I hate it
when he does that,” they said simultaneously.
Nick opened the door on his side of the caddie and swept Natalie out and
into his embrace. He kissed her
thoroughly and then said, “Forgive me?”
Natalie laughed, “Maybe. Maybe
not. I may need more
encouragement.”
Nick moved his lips close to Natalie’s ear and softly whispered, “I
think I can arrange that.” He then
sucked her earlobe into his mouth and gently scraped it with one of his fangs,
causing her to shiver with delight.
“Hey you two, get a room!”
Vachon grasped her hand and laid a single kiss on her palm.
“Querida, you and I must speak before this night is over.”
“You and I have a couple of immortals to speak to, partner” Nick
interrupted.
“Oh. Yeah.
Them. Well, lets get to it
then, *partner*,”
“Nat, you and Vachon should go in and head for LaCroix’s office.
We are going to approach them in our ‘official’ capacity.
Depending on how far LaCroix wants to play this, we might even see if
they could identify our decapitation victim.”
Nick said.
Natalie was worried about one issue that had nothing to do with immortals,
at least not that kind of immortal, “Uh, Nick- what about…” she said,
holding up her left hand and wiggling her ring finger.
“What is LaCroix going to say?”
Nick smiled. “I don’t know
exactly what he will say, but he knows me. He
knows that if I were going to bring you across, I would want you to be mine;
forever. I don’t know that he
would approve of the institution, but I think he approves of you, especially you
coming across. He isn’t going to
be surprised, and he isn’t going to be angry.
So, don’t worry.”
“Nick! You have had 800
years to get over being intimidated by LaCroix.
I get to tell a 2000 year old vampire that I am about to become his
granddaughter *and* daughter-in-law. I’m
stealing away his favorite son, and he doesn’t really like me anyway!”
“Ok, Tracy. You’re not
helping here,” Natalie said, exasperated.
“Natalie, don’t worry. LaCroix
doesn’t bi…” Nick began.
Tracy and Vachon began laughing as Natalie waggled her finger in Nick’s
face, “Don’t you dare!”
“Besides,” Nick added, “he didn’t even mention it last night, did
he?”
“Last night is slipped it off and into my pocked as we went into his
office,” she answered.
“It will be ok. I
promise.” Nick said, laughing
himself.
“It had better be…” Natalie warned.
“Come on Natalie. Let’s go
in first,” Vachon said. Turning to
With that, Natalie and Vachon walked in through the alley exit.
Nick and Tracy walked around to the front.
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
Natalie and Vachon had to walk within 10 feet of Mac and Methos on their
way to the office. They pretended to
ignore them as they passed, but noticed that conversation stopped as they
passed.
MacLeod and Methos’ eyes followed the pair as they went by, and stayed
on them all of the way to the office door. They
observed them stop, knock and after a moment enter the office.
During the brief moment when the door was open enough to see the occupant
of the office Methos recognized the Roman General.
Waiting until the door closed, Methos said, “Did you see him MacLeod?”
“Those two?” he asked
“No, well yes, them as well, but I meant the man in the office.”
Methos clarified.
“What about him?”
“That was the bloody Roman I told you about.”
Methos said.
“Ah. Did you feel what I
felt when those…” MacLeod began.
“Yes. One of them any
way.” Methos returned his gaze to
his young friend. “You didn’t
really have anything better to do anyway, did you?”
MacLeod looked sourly at his old friend and sighed heavily.
“What are you going to do about the Roman?”
“He looked right at me. Smiling.”
Methos said, warily.
“So he smiled at you.” MacLeod
chuckled. “Maybe he’s
reminiscing.”
“Very funny.” Methos
replied.
“Uh oh, what have you done now?” MacLeod
asked, noticing two official looking individuals approaching them.
Methos turned toward the front doors and saw a tall, slender blond woman
and a medium height medium build blond man approaching them.
Both wore matching styled trench coats- hers gray, his black.
“No quickening. They look
like cops,” he commented.
Nick suppressed a smile when he heard the shorter one’s comments.
“Gotta love that vampiricly enhanced auditory acuity,” he thought,
remembering seeing Natalie write that in her journal when she was trying to
develop a cure for him. “What a
long way we have come since then,” he mused.
“Adam Pierson?”
Methos looked at MacLeod for half a beat and then back at the Detectives.
“That’s me. Is there a
problem?”
“Would you mind if we went someplace a bit quieter?
We would like to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind,”
Nick said.
Methos and MacLeod looked at each other, as if seeking one another’s
advice. MacLeod shrugged and Methos
nodded. “Certainly, detectives.
Lead the way.”
To Methos surprise, the detective led them not out the door, but into a
back room which was unoccupied and slightly insulated from the music blaring in
the main club. Detective Vetter
trailed the group.
Nick gestured to a table and indicated that the two immortals should sit.
As they did, he began his questions.
“What can you tell me about a swordfight that took place Saturday night
behind an office building next to the Victoria Café?”
Methos very briefly showed surprise before schooling his features and
saying, “A sword-fight? Surely not
in this day and age?”
Nick continued, “Yes, a sword-fight.
What can you tell me about it?”
“Nothing, detective. I
didn’t even arrive in town until Sunday.”
Methos said.
Nick decided that there was really no reason to adhere to rules of
evidence, as this interview would never be documented in a report.
“I didn’t ask you when you arrived, Mr. Pierson, I asked you what you
could tell me about the sword-fight that happened on Saturday night.”
“I told you, Detective. Nothing.
I can tell you nothing about a sword-fight on Saturday night.”
Nick pulled out a picture of the victim and laid it out on the table.
He could hear Pierson’s heart speed up significantly.
He captured that beat and spoke hypnotically, “What is his name?”
Methos was caught in the Mesmer for just long enough to mutter “Scott
Santeramo.” Then he caught
himself- “He looks almost exactly like someone I used to know,” Methos said.
“What the hell was that?!” he thought furiously at himself.
Nick got the feeling that Pierson and Santeramo were friends.
He decided to play on that. “I
saw him. I got there just in time to
watch him die. I saw the man who cut
off his head.” When Nick heard
Pierson’s heart begin to pound he caught it again and tried to mesmerize him
once again, saying, “What was his name? Who
killed Scott?”
“Froag. That son of…”
Methos once again caught himself spilling the details that he must not
share. “What is happening to
me?!” he screamed at himself.
Nick sensed Pierson tense, and changed tactics.
“Were you aware that your apartment was broken into tonight, Mr.
Pierson?”
“What?” Methos asked,
disoriented.
“The man who broke in was struck by a car, right on the sidewalk outside
your apartment as he exited.” Nick
paused for a moment and then, “The men who ran him down then got out and put
wrist and ankle restraints on him and loaded him into the trunk.”
He cocked his head at Pierson and asked, “Why would they do that, Mr.
Pierson?”
“I have no…” Methos began.
“They were waiting for you Mr. Pierson.
You were their target.”
“No, I…” he began.
“They took him to a warehouse and gave him to a group of men.
He was nearly dead already, and certainly would have bled to death, but
they left him in the restraints and took the time to shoot him.
Why would they do that?”
“How the hell should I know? I
was here all night!” Methos nearly
shouted.
“Mr. Pierson, no one is accusing you of anything.
We are trying to solve a murder, and it is apparent that you have
information we need.”
“Look I really can’t help you…” Methos began.
“We are willing to overlook the concealed weapons charges against both
of you if you will cooperate with us.” Nick
said, interrupting him again.
“What?!” Methos said, his
train of thought once again derailed.
“Your swords, Mr. Pierson. The
ones you have sewn into your coats.” Nick
said, smiling.
Methos and MacLeod both swiftly glanced at both detectives’ wrists, and
then at each other.
Nick caught the glance and remembered the tattoos that the watchers had
sported on their wrists. “No, Mr.
Pierson. We aren’t here to *watch*
you. Although I think there is a
group of such individuals in a warehouse over on Gateway lane.
Both Methos and MacLeod visibly paled at Nick’s not-so-subtle emphasis
on the word ‘watch’. Neither
said anything.
“Come
now gentlemen.”
MacLeod spoke for the first time, “Who the hell are you people?”
Nick laughed, “Isn’t that supposed to be our line?”
He shook his head, “We are Toronto Homicide detectives, just as we said
we were.”
“If you know what you’re talking about, then you have to know that you
can’t take this case to court. Let
us handle it. Your killer will not
cause any further problems.” MacLeod
said.
“What is his name?” Nick
pressed. “For that matter, what is
yours?”
“I am Duncan MacLeod. The
man we are looking for is called Phineas Froag, believe it or not.
And trust me when I tell you that you cannot handle him alone.”
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
LaCroix laughed at that. He,
Vachon and Natalie had been observing and listening to the interrogation.
Natalie wondered aloud if all immortals were resistors.
LaCroix asked, “Why do you say that?”
Natalie was momentarily startled. She
hadn’t realized that she had spoken out loud.
“Unh, well… I mean Mulder
was a resistor too, and now this Pierson seems to be.
I just wondered if it was maybe normal for them.”
LaCroix thought for a moment. “Resistors
are usually those with very strong minds- a very strong sense of self.
I imagine that even if not all immortals are resistors, those who are
very old would probably be.”
Vachon asked, “Do you think they get stronger with age?”
“Certainly not on our level at least.
After all, this Pierson fellow is as old as I am, or older, and Carter
was able to take both of them out quite easily.”
LaCroix shook his head. “In
any case, I was not thinking of them becoming more powerful with age, but rather
that only those with very strong minds could survive as long as this one has.
Even among our kind, few are strong enough to last longer than a century
or two before dying or going mad.”
LaCroix had been noticing that Natalie had kept Vachon between her and
himself since entering. She also
refused to meet his gaze, and kept her hands in her lap, out of his sight.
Her heart rate increased markedly whenever he spoke or looked at her and
her breathing was shallow and rapid. Clearly
she was very nervous. Nervous about
him. “Natalie.
Child, look at me.”
Natalie almost gasped. Her
heart was in her throat and she thought, “Oh, God!
Here we go.” She gulped and
looked into the face of the master vampire.
LaCroix turned to Vachon, “Go out and join our friends.
Natalie and I will be along presently.”
Vachon merely nodded and left the office, happy to be out of this
discussion.
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
Scully and Mulder had stayed in the shower, making out, until the water
turned cold. Mulder thought the art
of making out didn’t receive the respect that it should.
The anticipation of what was going to come next had both of them panting,
even if Scully didn’t need to breathe.
They gently toweled one another off and Scully said, “Nick said that I
could use the guest bedroom.”
“Nick’s a great guy.” Mulder
responded. “Where is it?”
“Right this way,” Scully said, grabbing Mulder’s hand and fairly
dragging him behind her.
Mulder only held back at all because he really liked the view he got
following a naked, excited Scully. He
noticed that the wetness between her thighs was red.
Concerned, he asked, “Scully? Are
you alright?”
They were almost to the bedroom door when she heard his question.
Sensing the concern in his voice, she turned around, “I’m fine,
Mulder, why?”
“I just noticed that you…” he trailed off, gesturing toward the
blood smeared between her thighs.
Scully
looked down and was suddenly embarrassed. “Oh,
uh… I kinda forgot to mention
that…”
“What, Scully? Are you
Ok?”
“Yeah, really I’m just fine, Mulder.
Uh… Well…
It seems that blood is the only body fluid that vampires have,” she
continued quietly.
“Oh.” Mulder said.
He could see that this embarrassed her.
He didn’t mind at all, but had been concerned that she might be
injured. “I don’t mind Scully,
really! I just thought you might be
hurt.” He could see that she was
still uncomfortable and decided that actions would speak louder than words.
Scully was momentarily surprised when Mulder swept her up in his arms and
carried her through the door. He
threw her onto the bed and immediately kneeled between her legs.
Throwing one leg over each shoulder he dove into her with his mouth and
tongue. Any concern she might have
had about Mulder being turned off by her new condition was erased by the waves
of pleasure that poured over her.
Mulder was not at all put off by the taste of Scully.
Slightly metallic, the blood quickly became his new favorite flavor.
The sounds, the little moans and gasps she made, they were all the
encouragement he needed. Soon she
was crying his name out and when he looked up he saw that she had changed.
Her eyes were blood red and her fangs were fully extended.
She seemed on the edge of orgasm, but would not tip over.
“Mulder! Oh, Mulder!
I need… I need to…”
Scully shouted.
Mulder suddenly remembered that she would need to bite him to cum.
He stuck his hand toward her, offering his wrist.
She grabbed his hand and bit into his wrist, sucking strongly.
The link between the two was re-established and the love and concern they
felt for one another rolled into her orgasm.
Mulder felt her tip over the edge and felt himself follow her.
After a few swallows she released him, momentarily spent.
He was spent as well, and somewhat embarrassed to have cum so
prematurely. “Apparently the link
works both ways,” he said.
She chuckled at his discomfiture. I’m
sure you will be able to make a comeback, Mulder.
Mulder crawled up onto the bed next to her and took her in his arms.
“I love you so much, Scully,” he whispered into her ear, kissing the
lobe and the area of her neck below it.
Mulder’s lips on her neck were like an instant injection of fire
throughout her body. She was
suddenly ready for round two in a big way.
Mulder noticed the instant arousal and thought to himself, “Ok, the neck
is apparently vampire erogenous zone number one.”
he was about to be disappointed that he couldn’t respond as rapidly as
he would have liked to, when he noticed that he too was suddenly and
overwhelming ready for the second round.
Scully felt Mulder’s raging erection pressing into her side and laughed.
“Ahh, the unspoken benefits of immortality, revealed!”
Mulder captured her mouth in a searing kiss and then said, “I think I
just figured out what we are going to do with the next century, or ten.”
Scully smiled at him and decided to test his newfound stamina and show off
her own apparently infinite ability to hold her breath.
Thirty minutes and three orgasms later, during which Scully had kept him
in her mouth the entire time, Mulder decided that he now knew what heaven must
be like. His recovery time was
measured in seconds, not minutes. “This
is definitely worth getting run over and shot!” he said after screaming out
Scully’s name for the third time.
Scully had waited long enough. She
continued her oral assault until she felt him harden in her throat once again,
then she pulled away from him and crawled up his body, dragging every inch of
herself across his erect member as she went.
She captured his mouth in a searing kiss and then impaled her self on
him. She rode slowly at first and
then built up speed until she was pounding him down into the mattress like a
jackhammer. His hands on her breasts
were tentative at first until she guided him with her own hands on his.
Soft and sweet would come soon enough.
This session was to be strong, hard and fast.
Soon he was torturing her nipples, squeezing and pulling, rolling them
between his finger and thumb. He
screamed out her name until his voice was raw, trying to restrain himself until
she reached the point of no return.
Finally she had built up the pleasure in herself until she thought she
would go insane with need. Mulder
arched his head back, baring his neck, instinctively knowing what she needed.
She could resist no longer. She
plunged her fangs into his throat and drank the hot rush of blood in huge gulps.
Through the link she felt his encouragement and this time she didn’t
stop. She felt Mulder release inside
of her both physically and through the link.
Her own orgasm rolled through them both.
She felt his love and adoration pouring out for her in his blood.
She felt his need so strongly that it made her cry, even as she drank.
Mulder’s last thoughts as he died were filled with the incredible,
absolute love he felt from Scully. Love
for him alone. “I am going to
really really *really* enjoy living forever,” he thought as his consciousness
faded away.
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
Nat and LaCroix sat silently in his office for a bit.
“I thought we had an understanding, Natalie,”
LaCroix said. “Why are you
so unnerved by my presence?”
Natalie couldn’t get her vocal cords to cooperate with her, so she just
lifted her hands out of her lap and presented her left hand to him, palm down.
LaCroix saw the ring and immediately understood its significance.
“Ahh, I see.” he shook
his head, “Nicolas is an impetuous child.
He knows that marriage ceremonies are not generally practiced among our
kind. Yet Nicolas is not one to
conform to the mores of our society.” He
caught Natalie’s gaze and continued, “Did you think that I would be angry
with you, child?”
“No… Yes…
I don’t know…” She
sighed heavily. “I guess that I
was just worried that you might think I was trying to take him away from you.”
she said in a descending voice, ending in a whisper.
“I’m not, you know.”
LaCroix considered her for a moment. “While
the institution of marriage is not commonly accepted in The Community, we do
recognize mates when we see them. You
must realize Natalie that monogamy has a different meaning among us.
The bloodkiss is the height of intimacy among our kind, but it is not
seen in the same way as physical sex. Bloodkiss
is shared among males and females alike with no thought to gender.
You and Nicolas may remain monogamous, sexually, but I will still expect
you to share him with me in the bloodkiss. You
will find that, sharing the bloodkiss is quite common, especially between master
and childé.”
“You’re telling me that I shouldn’t be jealous of Dana.”
Natalie responded.
LaCroix nodded his head. “But
not only Dana,” LaCroix said. “Nicolas
has more than one childé, you know.”
Natalie remained in denial for a moment, “He hasn’t seen Serena in
years, and they were hardly close then.” she said.
LaCroix merely smiled and waited.
The thought struck her suddenly. She
knew he had brought her back across, but she still thought of Janette as his
sister/ex-lover. “I guess I still
think of her as your childé.” she said with a sigh.
“As do I child. However, we
must both face the fact that she is not. Nicolas
is Janette’s master now.” LaCroix
said.
“If she will ever forgive him,” Natalie added.
“Oh she will… eventually.”
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
Methos was confused and a little angry.
Something about this policeman was getting to him.
He knew far too much and seemed able to make him say things he didn’t
want to say. In 5000 years he
didn’t remember ever encountering someone quite like this.
He seemed to have presence like an immortal, but there was no quickening
at all, not even what he would expect to feel from a pre-immortal.
Speaking of which, he felt MacLeod nudge him and indicate the approaching
figure with his chin. It was the
longhaired man that had gone into the office where the roman was.
This time he didn’t feel anything at all.
“Excuse us for a moment,” Nick said as he and Tracy stood up and
walked several feet away to speak with Vachon.
Mac leaned in close to Methos and whispered, “I don’t feel it; do
you?”
“No. It must have been the
woman.” Methos whispered back.
Vachon had just told him that LaCroix and Natalie were going to be joining
them when he heard the whispered exchange behind him.
Unthinkingly he whipped around and returned to the table in the blink of
an eye. “What?!
What about her, what did you feel?”
He exerted every ounce of power he had, enthralling Pierson beyond even
his ability to break lose.
The speed and ferocity of the Detective’s approach stunned MacLeod.
“He’s just like the guy in the airport,” was the first thought to
pop into his head. It wasn’t a
quickening, but he could feel the tendrils of power emanating from this creature
like a heavy fog of electricity sizzling his skin.
He was about to go for his sword when he discovered that the longhaired
man was holding him from behind. “Damn,
I didn’t even see him move,” he thought.
He struggled briefly, but it was as if he was held in place by iron
bands. He couldn’t move at all.
He heard a whisper in his ear.
“Relax. We have no intention
of hurting you.” Vachon said.
“Yeah? Well you have a
bloody funny way of showing it.” MacLeod
responded.
Suddenly another voice startled them all.
“If we had wanted you harmed, Mr. MacLeod, you would be harmed
already.” LaCroix looked at his
son, “Nicolas, I think you might have to relax your hold slightly.
I do not think that he is able speak at the moment.”
Everyone turned to look at the Man and Woman standing at the entrance to
the room they were in. MacLeod felt
once again the gentle wash of energy that was the quickening of a pre-immortal;
so much quieter and more subtle than the real thing.
Methos shook off the cobwebs of his mind, released when Nicolas turned to
look at the newcomers. He was angry.
He had been absolutely at this man’s mercy.
If Knight had drawn a sword Methos would have been unable to do more than
watch as the blade swung at his neck and took his head.
“Not a pleasant feeling!” he thought.
Then he saw him. He still
felt nothing, “Wait a minute, what’s…” he began thinking.
Then he saw the woman from earlier and realized that the feeling he had
was from her.
“Well… You
look different. Cleaner.”
LaCroix jibed. “Short hair
works for you, I think.”
Methos resigned himself to the encounter.
He drew himself upright and looked around somewhat theatrically.
“What, no cross? I won’t
know how to act,” he quipped.
LaCroix smiled at this man’s bravado. “I
suppose something could be arranged if you wish.”
“Quite alright, young man.
I think we can do without.”
LaCroix raised a brow at being described as a young man.
Nick became slightly impatient and repeated his question.
“What did you mean about her?” he said gesturing at Natalie.
Methos refused to meet Knight’s gaze.
“I don’t need to see your eyes Pierson, it just makes it easier.”
Nick said.
MacLeod jumped in, “What do you know about us?”
“We know what the watchers knew.”
Nick answered, as he gestured for Vachon to let him go.
“She is like us,” MacLeod said.
“She will be, anyway. Someday,”
Methos said.
Nick turned to Natalie, “Mulder didn’t know he was immortal,” He
turned back to Pierson and MacLeod, “How can you tell?”
“We can feel each other,” Methos began, still not sure exactly what
they knew and didn’t know.
“Yes, the quickening- the lightning I saw after the beheading, but…
you can feel that even before the first death?”
“We can feel the potential quickening.
It isn’t as strong, and we need to be closer, say 3 or 4 meters,
compared to about 30 meters for the real deal,” Methos said.
Natalie
was floored by the news. She looked
at Nick, “But what about…”
“I don’t know. We will
find out soon.” Nick said, walking
over to wrap his arms around her.
MacLeod looked at the collection of people around him and voiced the
question that was on his mind, and he assumed Methos’ as well, “Look, I
don’t mean to be rude, but are you all vampires?”
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
Mulder and Scully had just finished cleaning up, again, and Mulder was
drinking heavily- Gatorade.
Scully was feeling somewhat guilty, “I’m really sorry, Mulder” she
said.
Mulder finished a half-gallon container of Fierce Lime and turned to
Scully, “I’m not.” He walked
over to her and wrapped her in a tight embrace.
“I would be more than willing to wake up thirsty every day for the rest
of my life in return for what you gave me tonight.”
Scully gave him a smile that lit up the room.
“You’re a hopeless romantic, Mulder.”
Scully’s smile dimmed as she thought of something.
It’s Thursday, Mulder. We’re
supposed to fly back to
“I don’t think we should make any decisions immediately, Scully.
I’ll call Skinner and arrange time off.
We can talk to Nick and see what he thinks.
Maybe we will even talk to these immortals, if they turn out ok.
We could at least see how things work for them.”
Mulder said as he looked down at the woman in his arms.
Scully looked up into Mulder’s eyes and saw concern.
Suddenly he looked down at her and a look of wonder crossed his features.
“What?” she asked.
“I was just thinking about what you were saying, how we handle Skinner,
the FBI, going back; how do we integrate our new situations into our old.”
His smile got wider, “Then I remembered how difficult it was, going to
work with you every day. I was so in
love with you, and so afraid of loosing you.
Loosing you to the job, loosing you because I would give myself away and
you wouldn’t want me. I was so
desperate for you, and so full of fear,”
“Was… and now?” Scully asked.
Mulder’s smile softened an his eyes were so dilated that they were
almost entirely black. “And now;
you’re standing in my arms, and holding me.
And, I know that you love me more than I could have ever thought
possible. I’m happy Scully.
Deliriously happy, and I am looking forward to being with you, not for
twenty or thirty years, like I used to fantasize about, but rather twenty or
thirty centuries, or more!”
Scully graced him with another of her thousand-watt smiles and his heart
just melted.
“You fantasized about growing old with me?”
Scully pulled his head down for a long, lingering kiss.
She broke the kiss and hugged herself tight to his chest.
“That’s so sweet Mulder!”
He laughed. “Well, that
wasn’t the only fantasy I had about you Scully.”
He leered at her lecherously.
“Well,” she chuckled, “Tell me the rest later, were going to be late
to the Raven as it is.”
“Ah, we mustn’t disappoint your master.”
Mulder said dryly.