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Entry tags:
Highlander/Star Trek (Reboot) (All audiences)
TitleToo Old For This Shit, by Basingstoke
Fandom: HIGHLANDER/STAR TREK
Pairing: GEN
Length: 1,145 words
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basingstoke
Author Website: Stories archived at An Archive of Our Own
Why this must be read: A little bit crack, a little bit loopy, a lot of fun. Duncan MacLeod, crewman on the Enterprise, in a Red Shirt, and you know what that means! (But of course it doesn't slow him down for long.) By accident (something to do with the Healing power) MacLeod catapults McCoy into the future via a damaged transporter, giving the poor Bones a vision of the future that will keep him awake at nights for decades…
He turns to the red-shirted, short-skirted crewman beside him. Damn; he knows it's his cultural prejudice showing, but it just never seems quite right, miniskirts on a man. "What's your name, Lieutenant?"
"MacLeod, sir."
McCoy nods. "Is that Scottish or Irish?"
"Scottish. Mac, not Mc."
McCoy points the tricorder at him. He always remembers people's insides better than their outsides. "Oh, you're the one who's six hundred years old."
"Aye, that's me."
"You don't look a day over three hundred and fifty."
"If you'd seen me at three hundred and fifty, you wouldn't say that, sir," MacLeod says with a slight smile.
Too Old For This Shit
Fandom: HIGHLANDER/STAR TREK
Pairing: GEN
Length: 1,145 words
Author on LJ:
basingstokeAuthor Website: Stories archived at An Archive of Our Own
Why this must be read: A little bit crack, a little bit loopy, a lot of fun. Duncan MacLeod, crewman on the Enterprise, in a Red Shirt, and you know what that means! (But of course it doesn't slow him down for long.) By accident (something to do with the Healing power) MacLeod catapults McCoy into the future via a damaged transporter, giving the poor Bones a vision of the future that will keep him awake at nights for decades…
He turns to the red-shirted, short-skirted crewman beside him. Damn; he knows it's his cultural prejudice showing, but it just never seems quite right, miniskirts on a man. "What's your name, Lieutenant?"
"MacLeod, sir."
McCoy nods. "Is that Scottish or Irish?"
"Scottish. Mac, not Mc."
McCoy points the tricorder at him. He always remembers people's insides better than their outsides. "Oh, you're the one who's six hundred years old."
"Aye, that's me."
"You don't look a day over three hundred and fifty."
"If you'd seen me at three hundred and fifty, you wouldn't say that, sir," MacLeod says with a slight smile.
Too Old For This Shit