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crack_van2009-06-24 10:29 pm
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Entry tags:
Errors in Judgement by sleeps with coyotes, PG
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Gen
Length: medium length
Author on LJ: sleeps with coyotes![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ciceqi
Author Website: Blood, love and Rhetoric
Why this must be read: Somebody in Eternal Accounting made a bad, bad mistake...I like this one, it has Fitz and Kronos and the rest of the horsemen which automatically makes it awesome. The set up and idea is great, with a light and fun humour without taking anything away from the horsemen's characters.
It wasn't that he was ungrateful to have ended up where he had. Live long enough, and the concept of a literal Hell got shaky for just about everyone, but it was a relief to have opened his eyes on Heaven after his disastrous encounter with that fellow Kalas. Yes indeed, Heaven was the place to be if you absolutely had to be dead, at least of the available choices. He'd never been much for castigating himself, much less letting others have the pleasure of it, and life as a ghost didn't exactly appeal. What was the fun of being able to wander through walls unseen if you couldn't, well, interact with your neighbors?
Even so, he wasn't sure he was quite right for the whole 'Angelic Messenger' game. Really--did he look like any kind of seraph? Numerous women over the course of his centuries had been willing to attest to his divinity in other matters, but not one had ever accused him of being an angel. It was very nearly embarrassing.
Unfortunately, as it had been pointed out to him more than once, he was the only man for the job. Darius was chumming it up with the saints, and the priest and his cronies could only be called back to Earth in the course of a miracle, not an intervention. The lovely Tessa Noel might have done the trick, or that young lad Richie in a pinch, but not only were they with the blessed dead, there would have been...problems with their reappearance. Vested guilt--or was that lingering interest? He hadn't paid that much attention, though the reasons had all sounded very good at the time.
What it boiled down to was that of all the dead--and there were certainly enough of them, Immortal and mortal alike--only he, Hugh Fitzcairn, could interact with Duncan MacLeod in quite the proper style. No baggage, as it were, just a solid friendship based on years and years of trust and indifferent ale. In a word, he was perfect. Ergo, he got the job of shepherding the Highlander through the mother of all mid-life crises--and a neat little save that had been, if he did say so himself--and generally keeping watch on the man and the Game for the duration of play.
He was a Guardian Angel, now, and it wasn't that he was ungrateful, but damn it all, it wasn't really what he was cut out for, was it? If he had to play bodyguard and Fairy Godfather, someone like Amanda was really more his speed, after all--or that Raines chap, the one with the penchant for banks. That would have been a jolly good time for all.
The thing was, if he took on MacLeod, he practically had to take on Methos as well--part and parcel of the deal, or nearly. And with Methos, well...there were all sorts of tangles in the Methos Problem. That was the devil of it. Methos never came as a solo package.
If only the fellow wasn't so damned important to the Game...
Find it here
Pairing: Gen
Length: medium length
Author on LJ: sleeps with coyotes
ciceqi Author Website: Blood, love and Rhetoric
Why this must be read: Somebody in Eternal Accounting made a bad, bad mistake...I like this one, it has Fitz and Kronos and the rest of the horsemen which automatically makes it awesome. The set up and idea is great, with a light and fun humour without taking anything away from the horsemen's characters.
It wasn't that he was ungrateful to have ended up where he had. Live long enough, and the concept of a literal Hell got shaky for just about everyone, but it was a relief to have opened his eyes on Heaven after his disastrous encounter with that fellow Kalas. Yes indeed, Heaven was the place to be if you absolutely had to be dead, at least of the available choices. He'd never been much for castigating himself, much less letting others have the pleasure of it, and life as a ghost didn't exactly appeal. What was the fun of being able to wander through walls unseen if you couldn't, well, interact with your neighbors?
Even so, he wasn't sure he was quite right for the whole 'Angelic Messenger' game. Really--did he look like any kind of seraph? Numerous women over the course of his centuries had been willing to attest to his divinity in other matters, but not one had ever accused him of being an angel. It was very nearly embarrassing.
Unfortunately, as it had been pointed out to him more than once, he was the only man for the job. Darius was chumming it up with the saints, and the priest and his cronies could only be called back to Earth in the course of a miracle, not an intervention. The lovely Tessa Noel might have done the trick, or that young lad Richie in a pinch, but not only were they with the blessed dead, there would have been...problems with their reappearance. Vested guilt--or was that lingering interest? He hadn't paid that much attention, though the reasons had all sounded very good at the time.
What it boiled down to was that of all the dead--and there were certainly enough of them, Immortal and mortal alike--only he, Hugh Fitzcairn, could interact with Duncan MacLeod in quite the proper style. No baggage, as it were, just a solid friendship based on years and years of trust and indifferent ale. In a word, he was perfect. Ergo, he got the job of shepherding the Highlander through the mother of all mid-life crises--and a neat little save that had been, if he did say so himself--and generally keeping watch on the man and the Game for the duration of play.
He was a Guardian Angel, now, and it wasn't that he was ungrateful, but damn it all, it wasn't really what he was cut out for, was it? If he had to play bodyguard and Fairy Godfather, someone like Amanda was really more his speed, after all--or that Raines chap, the one with the penchant for banks. That would have been a jolly good time for all.
The thing was, if he took on MacLeod, he practically had to take on Methos as well--part and parcel of the deal, or nearly. And with Methos, well...there were all sorts of tangles in the Methos Problem. That was the devil of it. Methos never came as a solo package.
If only the fellow wasn't so damned important to the Game...
Find it here