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crack_van2009-01-17 09:14 am
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Entry tags:
Highlander/Doctor Who (PG)
(sorry. I'm a little late with the crossover)
Title: Five Things Methos Said to the Doctor
Pairing: none, gen
Length: 3900
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jinxed_wood
Author Website: Jinxed_Wood's Hideout
Why this must be read:
I found this story charming and humorous and just exactly capturing what an encounter between the Doctor and Methos would be like. It's funny and light, and manages to give perfect in-character voices to both the Doctor and Methos. I lovejinxed_wood's Methos a whole lot, and she also does a great job with the Doctor, with his manic high-flying energy.
Methos had lived many lives over the millennia. He’d been both a scholar and a slave, a killer and a healer, a thief and a judge. He’d even been a monk at one time… although that had ended with a splash.
But none of those lives had prepared him for his strangest challenge yet.
That of being a companion.
“Just turn the knobbly thing to the left when I say so,” The Doctor hollered, one leg up on the console as he dangled from the cables that hung from the Tardis’s ceiling.
The Tardis reeled and Methos went flying through the air and skidded along the floor, his head meeting the wall with a resounding thump. Gingerly, he levered himself onto his elbows and eyed the console platform. Sparks danced around the controls, casting shadows across the room, and Methos quickly closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto the floor.
It didn’t help; he didn’t think anything would erase the freakish image of a twenty-foot shadow doctor attached to tentacle-like strings.
“What are you doing over there?” The Doctor asked irritably, glancing up from the tangle of wires he’d had his nose buried in.
“I’m taking a little nap. What does it look like I’m doing?” he threw back, trying to put some bite into the retort. It didn’t work; he was just too bloody tired.
“I swear, you Immortals,” the Doctor proclaimed, waving his sonic thing-gummy in the air. “A little dimensional turbulence and you go all wobbly at the knees.”
Five Things Methos Said to the Doctor | Five Things Methos Said to the Doctor archived @ Teaspoon
Title: Five Things Methos Said to the Doctor
Pairing: none, gen
Length: 3900
Author on LJ:
jinxed_woodAuthor Website: Jinxed_Wood's Hideout
Why this must be read:
I found this story charming and humorous and just exactly capturing what an encounter between the Doctor and Methos would be like. It's funny and light, and manages to give perfect in-character voices to both the Doctor and Methos. I love
jinxed_wood's Methos a whole lot, and she also does a great job with the Doctor, with his manic high-flying energy. Methos had lived many lives over the millennia. He’d been both a scholar and a slave, a killer and a healer, a thief and a judge. He’d even been a monk at one time… although that had ended with a splash.
But none of those lives had prepared him for his strangest challenge yet.
That of being a companion.
“Just turn the knobbly thing to the left when I say so,” The Doctor hollered, one leg up on the console as he dangled from the cables that hung from the Tardis’s ceiling.
The Tardis reeled and Methos went flying through the air and skidded along the floor, his head meeting the wall with a resounding thump. Gingerly, he levered himself onto his elbows and eyed the console platform. Sparks danced around the controls, casting shadows across the room, and Methos quickly closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto the floor.
It didn’t help; he didn’t think anything would erase the freakish image of a twenty-foot shadow doctor attached to tentacle-like strings.
“What are you doing over there?” The Doctor asked irritably, glancing up from the tangle of wires he’d had his nose buried in.
“I’m taking a little nap. What does it look like I’m doing?” he threw back, trying to put some bite into the retort. It didn’t work; he was just too bloody tired.
“I swear, you Immortals,” the Doctor proclaimed, waving his sonic thing-gummy in the air. “A little dimensional turbulence and you go all wobbly at the knees.”
Five Things Methos Said to the Doctor | Five Things Methos Said to the Doctor archived @ Teaspoon
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