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Kindred Spirits, by Lillian Wolfe (R)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER: THE SERIES
Pairing: Amanda/Methos, Methos/Miles (an OC) and also hints of Methos/Kronos in the past.
Author on LJ: No idea whether or not she has one--if anyone knows, tell me.
Author Website: Lillian Wolfe’s Index.
Why this must be read:
Methos takes a bad Quickening and seems a bit different to everyone. Shortly after that, (and before things can be straightened out) Methos takes a Quickening on Holy Ground, and is forced to go through every Quickening he has ever taken. Including a particular Horseman. There are quite a few troubles along the way back to sanity, but I refuse to spoil anything. I will say that each Immortal Quickening he’s taken manages to pop up at different times. Also, this story takes place after the author’s other series called The Demons Trilogy. That can also be found on her page, linked above--however, you can read this story without having read the previous.
I think this was probably one of the first Highlander fanfics I read when I entered the fandom. (Shortly after I read Archangel Redeemed.) This is a compelling story that is nearly impossible to stop reading once it gets going.
Mac headed for the kitchenette and the coffeepot. He waited until Joe caught up before he spoke. "Yeah. He was pretty dazed last night. I...uh... I was kind of worried, Joe. He wasn't really responding to anything when I first found him. He was badly hurt and the church was a mess."
Joe nodded. "You haven't heard the news reports then?"
Mac shook his head, dark eyes asking for more information.
Joe sat on a barstool. "The weather bureau reported a freak storm last night, about eleven o'clock. They thought it was some kind of electrical storm that somehow focused over this one section of Paris and struck a church, destroying it. They've been coming up with all kinds of explanations for it and there are a dozen reports of seeing strange lights in the sky." He paused for a moment and chuckled. "A few people are claiming they saw a UFO in the middle of it. But the official word is a 'focused electrical storm with severe lighting strikes' that dissipated into a normal rain storm."
"Sounds like a reasonable assumption," the Scot commented. "Thank goodness for a scientific explanation, huh?"
"They showed pictures of the church, Mac. It looked like it had been bombed. The roof had exploded out, glass everywhere. What'd it do to him?"
Too easily the image of Methos huddled against the wall with his bleeding arms over his head came to mind. He tried to shake it off. "It pretty much had the opposite effect of a normal Quickening. No healing at all. It took him a while to heal. And he had a concussion, a bad one."
"He hasn't been awake this morning?"
"No. Not since I got him into bed last night. What is it, Joe?"
Kindred Spirits.
Pairing: Amanda/Methos, Methos/Miles (an OC) and also hints of Methos/Kronos in the past.
Author on LJ: No idea whether or not she has one--if anyone knows, tell me.
Author Website: Lillian Wolfe’s Index.
Why this must be read:
Methos takes a bad Quickening and seems a bit different to everyone. Shortly after that, (and before things can be straightened out) Methos takes a Quickening on Holy Ground, and is forced to go through every Quickening he has ever taken. Including a particular Horseman. There are quite a few troubles along the way back to sanity, but I refuse to spoil anything. I will say that each Immortal Quickening he’s taken manages to pop up at different times. Also, this story takes place after the author’s other series called The Demons Trilogy. That can also be found on her page, linked above--however, you can read this story without having read the previous.
I think this was probably one of the first Highlander fanfics I read when I entered the fandom. (Shortly after I read Archangel Redeemed.) This is a compelling story that is nearly impossible to stop reading once it gets going.
Mac headed for the kitchenette and the coffeepot. He waited until Joe caught up before he spoke. "Yeah. He was pretty dazed last night. I...uh... I was kind of worried, Joe. He wasn't really responding to anything when I first found him. He was badly hurt and the church was a mess."
Joe nodded. "You haven't heard the news reports then?"
Mac shook his head, dark eyes asking for more information.
Joe sat on a barstool. "The weather bureau reported a freak storm last night, about eleven o'clock. They thought it was some kind of electrical storm that somehow focused over this one section of Paris and struck a church, destroying it. They've been coming up with all kinds of explanations for it and there are a dozen reports of seeing strange lights in the sky." He paused for a moment and chuckled. "A few people are claiming they saw a UFO in the middle of it. But the official word is a 'focused electrical storm with severe lighting strikes' that dissipated into a normal rain storm."
"Sounds like a reasonable assumption," the Scot commented. "Thank goodness for a scientific explanation, huh?"
"They showed pictures of the church, Mac. It looked like it had been bombed. The roof had exploded out, glass everywhere. What'd it do to him?"
Too easily the image of Methos huddled against the wall with his bleeding arms over his head came to mind. He tried to shake it off. "It pretty much had the opposite effect of a normal Quickening. No healing at all. It took him a while to heal. And he had a concussion, a bad one."
"He hasn't been awake this morning?"
"No. Not since I got him into bed last night. What is it, Joe?"
Kindred Spirits.