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The Element of Risk by Kay Kelly (PG)
Fandom: Highlander
Pairing: Gen (slight Methos/Charlotte)
Length: 1,100 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Wilusa's FFN Profile
Why this must be read:
Kay Kelly aka Wilusa has written some great Highlander fanfiction. She developed an alternate Highlander universe that fit within the canon of the television show, the original Highlander movie, and Highlander: Endgame. If that's not talent, I do not know what is! This particular story stands alone, as it is not part of her larger Highlander universe.
This story tells the true tale of the brief affair between Dr. Benjamin Adams and the slave Charlotte. The picture painted of Methos in this fic is strangely compelling. He seems almost cold-blooded, and the reader sees there is more of the Horseman left in Methos than he would care to admit. Even he admits he is always playing games and cutting things as close as possible. Despite this, he cares for Charlotte in his own way, and he would have told her something she would have longed to hear had he had the time. The twist at the end of the fic is well worth the read.
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Morgan Walker and I were the only Immortals in New Orleans--when he was in port. I hadn't known about the absent sea captain when I settled there. When we passed on the street for the first time, he sized me up very openly. That told me a lot about him. I, for my part, disguised my awareness of him so well that a shadow of doubt crossed his face. I knew he was wondering if he could have been mistaken, if I was just an oblivious pre-Immortal.
Later, we met often enough that he had to know what I was. But I played the part of the humble doctor to perfection. Walker undoubtedly dismissed me as a weakling whose Quickening wouldn't be worth the bother of taking it.
And I had no desire to befoul myself with his.
I never saw Walker's slave concubine with him in public. But an acquaintance pointed her out to me as she did her marketing, and told me who she was. After that I spied the beautiful Charlotte fairly often, on the street and in church.
I knew Walker was a brute, but he seemed to treat his woman well. She held her head high. Her clothes and jewels outshone those of most of the town's free white women. And she sometimes wore simpler, stranger ornaments--mementos, I heard, of a mother who'd practiced voodoo.
Walker had no problem with that. So he was a secure, arrogant man. Not fearful or superstitious. He probably knew very little about voodoo.
Everything I saw told me that Charlotte, slave or no, was a woman content with her station. It also told me she was a woman I had to seduce.
The Element of Risk
Pairing: Gen (slight Methos/Charlotte)
Length: 1,100 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Wilusa's FFN Profile
Why this must be read:
Kay Kelly aka Wilusa has written some great Highlander fanfiction. She developed an alternate Highlander universe that fit within the canon of the television show, the original Highlander movie, and Highlander: Endgame. If that's not talent, I do not know what is! This particular story stands alone, as it is not part of her larger Highlander universe.
This story tells the true tale of the brief affair between Dr. Benjamin Adams and the slave Charlotte. The picture painted of Methos in this fic is strangely compelling. He seems almost cold-blooded, and the reader sees there is more of the Horseman left in Methos than he would care to admit. Even he admits he is always playing games and cutting things as close as possible. Despite this, he cares for Charlotte in his own way, and he would have told her something she would have longed to hear had he had the time. The twist at the end of the fic is well worth the read.
* * *
Morgan Walker and I were the only Immortals in New Orleans--when he was in port. I hadn't known about the absent sea captain when I settled there. When we passed on the street for the first time, he sized me up very openly. That told me a lot about him. I, for my part, disguised my awareness of him so well that a shadow of doubt crossed his face. I knew he was wondering if he could have been mistaken, if I was just an oblivious pre-Immortal.
Later, we met often enough that he had to know what I was. But I played the part of the humble doctor to perfection. Walker undoubtedly dismissed me as a weakling whose Quickening wouldn't be worth the bother of taking it.
And I had no desire to befoul myself with his.
I never saw Walker's slave concubine with him in public. But an acquaintance pointed her out to me as she did her marketing, and told me who she was. After that I spied the beautiful Charlotte fairly often, on the street and in church.
I knew Walker was a brute, but he seemed to treat his woman well. She held her head high. Her clothes and jewels outshone those of most of the town's free white women. And she sometimes wore simpler, stranger ornaments--mementos, I heard, of a mother who'd practiced voodoo.
Walker had no problem with that. So he was a secure, arrogant man. Not fearful or superstitious. He probably knew very little about voodoo.
Everything I saw told me that Charlotte, slave or no, was a woman content with her station. It also told me she was a woman I had to seduce.
The Element of Risk