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Entry tags:
Highlander/Miracles (PG)
Title: Knight's Gambit, by Killa
Pairing: Methos/Alva Keel, (Duncan/Methos implied)
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
killabeez
Author Website: Killa's Adventures in Melodrama
Why this must be read:
If you've seen the TV show Miracles, then you've met the enigmatic Alva Keel, and you know that it just makes sense that he's an Immortal. This story can be summed up quite efficiently by the quote that Killa uses at the start of the story. What did Methos do between the events of "Archangel" and "Indescretions?" A question oft asked. This story tells us a little bit about that. Also, it was written for me! Allll for meeeee. And it makes me happy. Enjoy!
The voice was deep, melodic, accented -- and oddly familiar. Methos hesitated, still tensed for flight, watching as the other Immortal's blade lowered, and a broad figure stepped forward into the doorway. Thick dark hair waved back from a high, intelligent forehead and round face; wide set, amused hazel eyes met his above a bow-shaped mouth. The sword, Methos noted, remained in readiness despite its slightly less threatening position.
Methos didn't drop his guard, but his fight or flight instinct eased down a few notches, and he let his own sword fall a touch. It had been easily six hundred years; nevertheless, the memory came sudden and vivid, unexpectedly welcome. De Montaigue was a friend, or had been, once upon a time. "Gérard! I think you just took a few centuries off my life."
"Lucky for us, it doesn't work that way. What the hell are you doing here? You haven't come for me, I hope."
"Heaven forbid." Methos cast a glance down the alley, suddenly conscious of their naked blades. "I came to see a man called Keel. I certainly didn't expect to see you. How long's it been?" He kept the other man's hands in view, trying not to give the appearance of doing so.
De Montaigue chuckled, reading him too well. "Avignon. Thirteen ninety-four, as I recall. And still a suspicious bastard, I see. Relax, old friend, I've no desire for your head. I've enough trouble sleeping through the night as it is."
Methos shrugged, putting on a bland smile. "Six hundred years is a long time. Man can't be too careful these days."
The other man laughed aloud at that. "True enough. But come inside, at least, and tell me what business you have with Keel. He's me, by the way. Or rather, I'm him." He shifted the sword to the hand that held the door open, and offered his right in welcome. "Alva Keel, at your service."
Knight's Gambit
Pairing: Methos/Alva Keel, (Duncan/Methos implied)
Author on LJ:
killabeezAuthor Website: Killa's Adventures in Melodrama
Why this must be read:
If you've seen the TV show Miracles, then you've met the enigmatic Alva Keel, and you know that it just makes sense that he's an Immortal. This story can be summed up quite efficiently by the quote that Killa uses at the start of the story. What did Methos do between the events of "Archangel" and "Indescretions?" A question oft asked. This story tells us a little bit about that. Also, it was written for me! Allll for meeeee. And it makes me happy. Enjoy!
The voice was deep, melodic, accented -- and oddly familiar. Methos hesitated, still tensed for flight, watching as the other Immortal's blade lowered, and a broad figure stepped forward into the doorway. Thick dark hair waved back from a high, intelligent forehead and round face; wide set, amused hazel eyes met his above a bow-shaped mouth. The sword, Methos noted, remained in readiness despite its slightly less threatening position.
Methos didn't drop his guard, but his fight or flight instinct eased down a few notches, and he let his own sword fall a touch. It had been easily six hundred years; nevertheless, the memory came sudden and vivid, unexpectedly welcome. De Montaigue was a friend, or had been, once upon a time. "Gérard! I think you just took a few centuries off my life."
"Lucky for us, it doesn't work that way. What the hell are you doing here? You haven't come for me, I hope."
"Heaven forbid." Methos cast a glance down the alley, suddenly conscious of their naked blades. "I came to see a man called Keel. I certainly didn't expect to see you. How long's it been?" He kept the other man's hands in view, trying not to give the appearance of doing so.
De Montaigue chuckled, reading him too well. "Avignon. Thirteen ninety-four, as I recall. And still a suspicious bastard, I see. Relax, old friend, I've no desire for your head. I've enough trouble sleeping through the night as it is."
Methos shrugged, putting on a bland smile. "Six hundred years is a long time. Man can't be too careful these days."
The other man laughed aloud at that. "True enough. But come inside, at least, and tell me what business you have with Keel. He's me, by the way. Or rather, I'm him." He shifted the sword to the hand that held the door open, and offered his right in welcome. "Alva Keel, at your service."
Knight's Gambit