The Abomination by V. Watts (Maygra) - NC-17

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Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: None, gen
Length: A little more than 18.600 words
Author on LJ: maygra
Author Website: Maygra's Musings
Why this must be read: this is a very, very good story. A real thriller, intriguing, well plotted, and impossible to put down. Unsurprisingly enough, this begins with someone from Methos past showing up. But something is different this time. Because, this time, Methos' is terrified. He flies, but he doesn't believe he'll be able to keep his pursuer away. He even left his personal journals in Joe's hands: a thank you and a farewell present.
We are at 1996, soon after the Horsemen. Methos and Mac's friendship is... badly damaged at least, so he asked Joe not to say anything to Mac. But, nevertheless, Joe went to Mac, because he is Joe. He can't let his friend alone and in danger and do nothing. And he knows Mac.
From here, we are involved in a desperate ride. a ride against incomprehensible and dangerous enemies, a ride that will lead us and them to a wild land, a new light on immortality, on loyalty and friendship.

Let's have a little taste
Fear crept back like a nightmare as he bolted upright, fingers clutching the sword that was his only bedmate. That presence, the one from the previous day, was close...too close. If faded again, dwindled but his body didn’t relax even after the presence was entirely gone.
And he nearly jumped out of his skin when the phone chirped.
“Adam Pierson,” he said harshly, glancing at the clock by his bed. Dawn would be approaching soon and he would see it after all; not necessarily a pleasant surprise.
“Adam? So that’s the name you’re using now,” a silken male baritone said in his ear. “Well. Adam. I have been looking for you. We have unfinished business--long overdue.”
So familiar and yet not. English not the first language or the fourth or fifth.
“Who the hell are you?” Methos demanded, recognition hovering just outside the fear and anger.
“A ghost. A revenant. The past never dies, Adam. Some things were never meant for death. You know that.”
Anger gave way to terror between one word and the next.
“Adam.” The voice continued, so calm and soothing. “First man--not quite appropriate for you--second son would be closer. You weren’t cast out, you ran away. But I have the patience of eternity. Don’t miss the sunrise, Kieri.”
The line went dead and Methos remained frozen, phone to his ear, oblivious to the disconnect tone, the last word closing out all other sound or sense.
Kieri.
The word was older than her was. So old no one in this modern age but he would know it and then only from the lips of a man who had lived to see every language rise and fall. A language that had died before the babe Methos ever drew his first breath.
Kieri--sacrifice.

So, what do you think? Intriguing, isn't it? Go, go and read The Abomination And, as you are there, read the next two stories in this series... and then keep reading :)