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Long Have I Waited by Parda & Nightsky (PG-13)
Saved the best for last.
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Methos/Kronos
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_nightsky
Author Website: Parda's Fanfiction
Why this must be read:
This is my favorite story in any and all fandoms, bar none, and the reason I signed up here at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crack_van. I truly can't express how amazing this story is. The writing, the characterizations, the history, the imagery – it's golden, all of it. This story is so beautiful, written with such care, and so tragic it brings tears to my eyes.
The summary on Seventh Dimension: Long before the Horsemen rode, Methos and Kronos were more than friends—they were family. This is their story, from the beginning to Bordeaux, told without brainwashing, S&M, or violent persuasions, but with plenty of angst and lots of love—both agape and eros.
And it's canon compliant.
"So, you've come to kill me," Methos said, not sounding at all surprised. After what he'd done, death was the least of what he deserved, and Methos knew it.
Kronos sat down next to him, swinging his feet back and forth, the links of the chain cold and smooth in his hands. "It's what I do best!" he agreed with pride, wondering what it would be like to have his brother's Quickening, to be close to him forever. But, no. He didn't want to kill Methos, not permanently. It was time to offer Methos a bone. "But you do have a choice."
Methos didn't jump at it, but he sniffed. "Oh, I'm all for choices."
"Well, you can either lose your head." Methos didn't look excited by that idea, and Kronos smiled as he offered the prime cut. "Or you can join me."
"Since you put it that way ..." Methos nodded and bit. "Welcome back, Brother."
Yes, just like the old days. Kronos was satisfied, for now. He tossed the chain aside, and it landed right next to Methos. Kronos still didn't completely trust him, but that would come, with time.
They were brothers, and family, and more.
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I drew them with cords of a man,
with bands of love.
Hosea 11:4
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Methos didn't bother to watch Kronos leave; he knew Kronos wouldn't be going far. The chain lay beside him; its cold, metal links coiled in a heap, a silent, deadly serpent. Methos picked it up and wound it around his hands. He had dreamed of this reunion throughout the centuries, whiled away many lonely nights remembering the companionship he and Kronos shared so long ago. Like Kronos, he had always known they would be together again someday, but in his dreams ... in his dreams it was always on his terms, never on Kronos'. This was nothing like any of his dreams. This was a nightmare.
"Welcome back, Brother," he said again, experimentally, listening to the way the words echoed in the air, remembering the first time they had called each other that, remembering the scent of wood smoke and the softness of furs. He remembered further back, to the first time he had ever seen Kronos.
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Babylonia -- 1768 BCE
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"Traveling alone, are you?" the man in the small caravan of laden donkeys called out to Methos as they neared the village. "Where are you bound?"
Methos came a little closer, having no answer for that. He had been wandering for the past two years, going nowhere in particular, hoping to see something new in the world, enduring the fate the gods had chosen for him. "North," he answered, picking a place, gesturing vaguely in that direction.
"We're to Syria, to sell cloth," the man said, looking him over closely. "We could use an extra man to help with the animals. Care to travel with us?"
Methos nodded, glad enough to have the company.
"I'm Metik," the man said, his lined face creasing into a smile. "My wife Eleli, and my son and daughter."
Methos smiled back and nodded at the woman and the two adolescents. The girl was perhaps fourteen, the boy twelve. "Methos," he said, introducing himself. A familiar sensation washed over him, and he turned with a great deal of interest to a tall heavy-set man and a young boy of about seven, with thick dark hair, approaching the group.
"Ah, here comes Rurik," Metik said.
He did not introduce Rurik's slave, of course, but Methos already knew all he needed to know. The boy was a pre-Immortal.
Long Have I Waited @ Parda's site
Long Have I Waited @ Seventh Dimension
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Methos/Kronos
Author on LJ:
the_nightskyAuthor Website: Parda's Fanfiction
Why this must be read:
This is my favorite story in any and all fandoms, bar none, and the reason I signed up here at
crack_van. I truly can't express how amazing this story is. The writing, the characterizations, the history, the imagery – it's golden, all of it. This story is so beautiful, written with such care, and so tragic it brings tears to my eyes.The summary on Seventh Dimension: Long before the Horsemen rode, Methos and Kronos were more than friends—they were family. This is their story, from the beginning to Bordeaux, told without brainwashing, S&M, or violent persuasions, but with plenty of angst and lots of love—both agape and eros.
And it's canon compliant.
"So, you've come to kill me," Methos said, not sounding at all surprised. After what he'd done, death was the least of what he deserved, and Methos knew it.
Kronos sat down next to him, swinging his feet back and forth, the links of the chain cold and smooth in his hands. "It's what I do best!" he agreed with pride, wondering what it would be like to have his brother's Quickening, to be close to him forever. But, no. He didn't want to kill Methos, not permanently. It was time to offer Methos a bone. "But you do have a choice."
Methos didn't jump at it, but he sniffed. "Oh, I'm all for choices."
"Well, you can either lose your head." Methos didn't look excited by that idea, and Kronos smiled as he offered the prime cut. "Or you can join me."
"Since you put it that way ..." Methos nodded and bit. "Welcome back, Brother."
Yes, just like the old days. Kronos was satisfied, for now. He tossed the chain aside, and it landed right next to Methos. Kronos still didn't completely trust him, but that would come, with time.
They were brothers, and family, and more.
I drew them with cords of a man,
with bands of love.
Hosea 11:4
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Methos didn't bother to watch Kronos leave; he knew Kronos wouldn't be going far. The chain lay beside him; its cold, metal links coiled in a heap, a silent, deadly serpent. Methos picked it up and wound it around his hands. He had dreamed of this reunion throughout the centuries, whiled away many lonely nights remembering the companionship he and Kronos shared so long ago. Like Kronos, he had always known they would be together again someday, but in his dreams ... in his dreams it was always on his terms, never on Kronos'. This was nothing like any of his dreams. This was a nightmare.
"Welcome back, Brother," he said again, experimentally, listening to the way the words echoed in the air, remembering the first time they had called each other that, remembering the scent of wood smoke and the softness of furs. He remembered further back, to the first time he had ever seen Kronos.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Babylonia -- 1768 BCE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Traveling alone, are you?" the man in the small caravan of laden donkeys called out to Methos as they neared the village. "Where are you bound?"
Methos came a little closer, having no answer for that. He had been wandering for the past two years, going nowhere in particular, hoping to see something new in the world, enduring the fate the gods had chosen for him. "North," he answered, picking a place, gesturing vaguely in that direction.
"We're to Syria, to sell cloth," the man said, looking him over closely. "We could use an extra man to help with the animals. Care to travel with us?"
Methos nodded, glad enough to have the company.
"I'm Metik," the man said, his lined face creasing into a smile. "My wife Eleli, and my son and daughter."
Methos smiled back and nodded at the woman and the two adolescents. The girl was perhaps fourteen, the boy twelve. "Methos," he said, introducing himself. A familiar sensation washed over him, and he turned with a great deal of interest to a tall heavy-set man and a young boy of about seven, with thick dark hair, approaching the group.
"Ah, here comes Rurik," Metik said.
He did not introduce Rurik's slave, of course, but Methos already knew all he needed to know. The boy was a pre-Immortal.
Long Have I Waited @ Parda's site
Long Have I Waited @ Seventh Dimension