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All Fall Down, by LithiumDoll (PG)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: no pairing
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lithium_doll
Author Website: Alter Idem
Why this must be read: This is a wonderful saga with a gripping plot, good characterisations and wonderful character interactions. It's got all those familiar faces we've grown to love in the show - Duncan, Methos, Joe, Richie, Amanda and a couple of good OC-s diving headfirst (or, in some cases, being unwillingly dragged *g*) into the worrisome business of saving the world from a more than usually intriguing K'immie. Methos' past rears one of it's ugly heads again...Duncan is comfortably mature...Joe and Amanda are as good as we remember them and Richie is better *g*...oh, and here be wondrous snark, too. And did I mention that it is long? Mmmm, long snark *gg*. Besides, as a bonus, you'll find out why life is like an empty bottle of beer.
/.../
It was quite the killing ground, if you looked at it properly. No real cover for them, but multiple points a half decent sniper could position themselves. At some point he’d have to ask MacLeod to consider putting his home in a more defensible position, considering the regularity with which it was attacked.
There was quiet murmuring from Richie as he tried to calm Greta, it didn’t seem worth trying to make out the words. MacLeod began to move back and Adam moved accordingly.
When they were both once more within the scant shelter of the rails, his shield spoke quietly again. “I think it’s a mine.”
“Or somebody dropped flashlight.” Adam smiled slightly, finding amusement in strange places again. To his surprise, MacLeod smiled back. He had expected to be treated with famous Highlander disgust after his ‘story’. It was possible the man hadn’t understood it, of course.
Or maybe he was prioritizing; old death versus current, personal risk of death had a clear winner. He didn’t quite let himself believe MacLeod had both understood and accepted, he wasn’t that lucky and the Scot wasn’t that broad minded.
“I’d rather be paranoid than be palm sized pieces in the Seine.”
“I’m uncomfortably proud of you.”
“Thanks.” MacLeod reached across to bring Richie from Greta’s side closer into their little circle, hoisting him around like a cat with its kitten. “We might have a mine behind us. It’s about twenty feet out and coming closer; if it’s magnetic it’ll be on there in four, five minutes. There’s no way we can move the barge in that time. Get anything out of Greta?”
“She’s talking about guns and explosions, she’s not making a lotta sense but she thinks there’re people waiting for us out there. Maybe if we surround her and make a run for the steps …”
“… they’ll cut us down after five feet.” MacLeod shifted as he spoke; pressing close enough Adam was forced further out onto the gangplank as the man tried to see what was ahead. Both caught the muted glint on the bridge above before it was quickly smothered.
Richie’s head appeared behind him, edging even further out from the comparative safety of the desk before drawing back quickly. “Yeah, okay, bad plan. Why aren’t they shooting already?”
“At a guess? Because they don’t have to. Which means they’re not amateurs, they know when to wait.”
“That’s comforting.”
MacLeod just gave a hard half smile and drummed his fingers on one raised knee as he watched the bank. Silence fell for all of two seconds before Richie spoke up again, voice just a little too calm to be true.
“So we have a plan, right? Options?”
As MacLeod was apparently trying to will the men on the bank to death, Adam answered in his stead, ticking off the limited choices on his fingers. “Wait here and die. Run over there and die.”
Richie spoke after a couple of seconds of expectant silence. “I’m waiting for the third option.”
After a moment’s thought, Adam managed to come up with on. “I suppose we could go back on the barge and die in the comfort of our own home.”
“It’s my home.” MacLeod’s tone was absent-minded, raising a token objection.
“Sorry, we can go back on the barge and die in the comfort of MacLeod’s own home.”
/.../
All Fall Down
Pairing: no pairing
Author on LJ:
lithium_dollAuthor Website: Alter Idem
Why this must be read: This is a wonderful saga with a gripping plot, good characterisations and wonderful character interactions. It's got all those familiar faces we've grown to love in the show - Duncan, Methos, Joe, Richie, Amanda and a couple of good OC-s diving headfirst (or, in some cases, being unwillingly dragged *g*) into the worrisome business of saving the world from a more than usually intriguing K'immie. Methos' past rears one of it's ugly heads again...Duncan is comfortably mature...Joe and Amanda are as good as we remember them and Richie is better *g*...oh, and here be wondrous snark, too. And did I mention that it is long? Mmmm, long snark *gg*. Besides, as a bonus, you'll find out why life is like an empty bottle of beer.
/.../
It was quite the killing ground, if you looked at it properly. No real cover for them, but multiple points a half decent sniper could position themselves. At some point he’d have to ask MacLeod to consider putting his home in a more defensible position, considering the regularity with which it was attacked.
There was quiet murmuring from Richie as he tried to calm Greta, it didn’t seem worth trying to make out the words. MacLeod began to move back and Adam moved accordingly.
When they were both once more within the scant shelter of the rails, his shield spoke quietly again. “I think it’s a mine.”
“Or somebody dropped flashlight.” Adam smiled slightly, finding amusement in strange places again. To his surprise, MacLeod smiled back. He had expected to be treated with famous Highlander disgust after his ‘story’. It was possible the man hadn’t understood it, of course.
Or maybe he was prioritizing; old death versus current, personal risk of death had a clear winner. He didn’t quite let himself believe MacLeod had both understood and accepted, he wasn’t that lucky and the Scot wasn’t that broad minded.
“I’d rather be paranoid than be palm sized pieces in the Seine.”
“I’m uncomfortably proud of you.”
“Thanks.” MacLeod reached across to bring Richie from Greta’s side closer into their little circle, hoisting him around like a cat with its kitten. “We might have a mine behind us. It’s about twenty feet out and coming closer; if it’s magnetic it’ll be on there in four, five minutes. There’s no way we can move the barge in that time. Get anything out of Greta?”
“She’s talking about guns and explosions, she’s not making a lotta sense but she thinks there’re people waiting for us out there. Maybe if we surround her and make a run for the steps …”
“… they’ll cut us down after five feet.” MacLeod shifted as he spoke; pressing close enough Adam was forced further out onto the gangplank as the man tried to see what was ahead. Both caught the muted glint on the bridge above before it was quickly smothered.
Richie’s head appeared behind him, edging even further out from the comparative safety of the desk before drawing back quickly. “Yeah, okay, bad plan. Why aren’t they shooting already?”
“At a guess? Because they don’t have to. Which means they’re not amateurs, they know when to wait.”
“That’s comforting.”
MacLeod just gave a hard half smile and drummed his fingers on one raised knee as he watched the bank. Silence fell for all of two seconds before Richie spoke up again, voice just a little too calm to be true.
“So we have a plan, right? Options?”
As MacLeod was apparently trying to will the men on the bank to death, Adam answered in his stead, ticking off the limited choices on his fingers. “Wait here and die. Run over there and die.”
Richie spoke after a couple of seconds of expectant silence. “I’m waiting for the third option.”
After a moment’s thought, Adam managed to come up with on. “I suppose we could go back on the barge and die in the comfort of our own home.”
“It’s my home.” MacLeod’s tone was absent-minded, raising a token objection.
“Sorry, we can go back on the barge and die in the comfort of MacLeod’s own home.”
/.../
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