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crack_van2009-05-15 09:25 pm
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Purgatory by Jamwired - PG-13?
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: None, gen
Length: A bit over 9.300 words
Author on LJ: Not in LJ
Author Website: Jamwired in The Archive at the end of the Universe
Why this must be read: Are you in the mood for some Methos' angst? Because we'll find a lot of that here. This story is a Future-AU, focused on Methos. There's a little bit of Joe, but not a lot, really, and that's all. A very good story, with an absolutely original concept about what the Game really means. I can't say a lot without spoil the plot, so let's have a little taste, instead:
Methos realized he didn’t know where he was at all. He was driving unknown and empty streets. He didn’t find it that too strange though. The little clock in the car showed that it was the middle of the night. The sidewalks were lacking of any people and the building windows were blackened. His slight loss in memory was explainable too. Methos had had small bouts of amnesia before. Nothing that had lasted. Mostly just times when he purposely forgot something to bury painful memories. Sometimes the forgetting went a little too far, and he’d forget what identity he’d taken. Nothing serious. He assumed it was the same now.
He drove listlessly and without purpose. He couldn’t even remember why he’d been in the dark parking lot beforehand anyway. Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember where it had been or what buildings had been near it. He was usually more perceptive of his surroundings. He shrugged it off.
Well, he couldn’t drive around all night. He decided to stop at the next all night bar. Or maybe the next minimart. He grimaced. He was positive he needed something stronger than a Slurpee. Not much later, he spotted a bar and parked the car.
As he locked the small door and left the VW, he realized he couldn’t remember where he had rented it. He couldn’t even remember how he knew that it was a rented car.
He frowned as he strolled to the bar’s entrance. He would remember eventually, at least, he hoped he would. He stepped into the dark room and was reminded briefly of Joe’s.
At least not all of my memory’s gone.
So... whadda think? It's Methos' angst! Who's able to resist Methos' angst?
Purgatory
Pairing: None, gen
Length: A bit over 9.300 words
Author on LJ: Not in LJ
Author Website: Jamwired in The Archive at the end of the Universe
Why this must be read: Are you in the mood for some Methos' angst? Because we'll find a lot of that here. This story is a Future-AU, focused on Methos. There's a little bit of Joe, but not a lot, really, and that's all. A very good story, with an absolutely original concept about what the Game really means. I can't say a lot without spoil the plot, so let's have a little taste, instead:
Methos realized he didn’t know where he was at all. He was driving unknown and empty streets. He didn’t find it that too strange though. The little clock in the car showed that it was the middle of the night. The sidewalks were lacking of any people and the building windows were blackened. His slight loss in memory was explainable too. Methos had had small bouts of amnesia before. Nothing that had lasted. Mostly just times when he purposely forgot something to bury painful memories. Sometimes the forgetting went a little too far, and he’d forget what identity he’d taken. Nothing serious. He assumed it was the same now.
He drove listlessly and without purpose. He couldn’t even remember why he’d been in the dark parking lot beforehand anyway. Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember where it had been or what buildings had been near it. He was usually more perceptive of his surroundings. He shrugged it off.
Well, he couldn’t drive around all night. He decided to stop at the next all night bar. Or maybe the next minimart. He grimaced. He was positive he needed something stronger than a Slurpee. Not much later, he spotted a bar and parked the car.
As he locked the small door and left the VW, he realized he couldn’t remember where he had rented it. He couldn’t even remember how he knew that it was a rented car.
He frowned as he strolled to the bar’s entrance. He would remember eventually, at least, he hoped he would. He stepped into the dark room and was reminded briefly of Joe’s.
At least not all of my memory’s gone.
So... whadda think? It's Methos' angst! Who's able to resist Methos' angst?
Purgatory