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18 April 2009 @ 04:22 pm
A Suitable Weapon 1/1 - An Immortal Giles Fic  
Crossover between Highlander, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Supernatural. This fic is set in my Immortal Giles universe, the rest of which can be found here, although this is entirely set before the series, so there's no need to know anything beyond the fact that Giles is a ROG in this universe.

Disclaimer: None of it belongs to me, not one little bit of it.

Big thanks to strangevisitor7 for the beta for this.

A Suitable Weapon

London, August 1835

Rwpyrt entered the dining room of Mivart’s and, after spotting his dining companion, crossed to join him.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet me, Mr. Colt,” he said, holding out his hand. His guest stood and shook the hand firmly, a large smile on his face.

“My pleasure, Mr. Aeron. I could hardly refuse an offer of dinner in such swanky surroundings nor the promise of a commission,” Colt replied. Rwpyrt nodded then seated himself opposite Colt and, after attracting the attention of a waiter, ordered wine and luncheon for them both.

“You don’t mind, of course, but I know that the veal here is excellent,” Rwpyrt explained. “Now, to business. I do indeed have a commission for you. I’ve heard of your new firearms, Mr. Colt; of their unerring accuracy compared with others.”

“Well, now, they’re good, but I wouldn’t call them unerring, sir.”

“I have also heard that you believe in the supernatural,” Rwpyrt continued, ignoring Colt’s interruption. Colt grew serious, his smile falling from his face.

“If you call seeing a whole bunch of people I care about slaughtered by…” Colt looked about the room before saying the next word in a whisper. “…vampires, believing, then yeah, I believe,” he said defiantly. He stared at Rwpyrt, as though willing Rwpyrt to laugh or challenge him. Rwpyrt nodded sympathetically.

“I had heard something along those lines, but one can’t always trust rumour. I’m sorry I did that, but I needed to hear it from you. I believe you, and that’s why I need your help,” Rwpyrt explained. “Will you come to my rooms after we’ve eaten? I have some plans I need to show you.”

Colt thought about it for a moment, still clearly dumbfounded that someone would believe him, and then he nodded.


Rwpyrt unrolled several pieces of paper and held them flat by placing books at each corner, then stepped back to allow Colt to examine the designs.

“It is critically important that you follow these designs as closely as possible. The engravings are vital to the function of the weapon,” Rwpyrt instructed. Colt nodded thoughtfully, and then pointed to the barrel design.

“The barrel’s gonna be a unique gauge, I’ll have to make the bullets especially.”

“I’d suspected as much. You must make thirteen. No more, no less, and each must be inscribed with its number. I’ll provide the metal for both the gun and the ammunition. It must be finished exactly on the 16th of November; can you finish it by then?” Rwpyrt asked.

“Sure, but why then?”

“Halley’s Comet reaches its perihelion that night. It also occurs in conjunction with other significant planetary alignments that will make the protective spells and sigils more effective. If this goes according to plan, Mr. Colt, your gun will kill anything.”


California, 1876

Rwpyrt dropped and rolled, the fire narrowly missing him. He was relieved; recovering from burns was never pleasant. This demon was really starting to irritate him, the damned thing wouldn’t die.

He’d tried all the usual attacks – various holy weapons, beheading, every incantation and potion he could think of, but nothing had sent the beast back to the hell dimension that spawned it.

It seemed he had only one option left to him, but he was loath to use the Colt. He had already been forced to use four of the precious bullets, this would leave only eight and he’d only had the weapon thirty years. Halley’s Comet would pass overhead at least five more times before the proper alignments would allow the creation of another weapon like the Colt; he had to be careful with it.

He knew though, this was one time he had to use it, or this demon would ravage the Midwest unchecked. With a sigh, he drew the Colt, aimed and fired.


Somewhere in Kansas, 1884

It had been a long night; the Washet demon was a nasty blighter and taking out an entire nest was never easy, even with a Slayer. Rupert had lost his second best sword in the process, breaking the centuries old blade against a stone door lintel. He was annoyed and tired, so the last thing he needed was to feel the Buzz of another Immortal. He let out a little groan and fervently hoped that whoever this was would either be friendly or decent enough to let him get another sword.

His heart sank as the Immortal came into view and he realised it was Frederick Gothenberg, an Immortal who Rupert knew by reputation and one previous encounter on Holy Ground.

“I have no sword, Gothenberg,” he called out.

“Really? That is a shame, Rwpyrt. I had heard much of your reputation; I was hoping for a good fight. Oh well, I’ll settle for your Quickening,” sneered the other Immortal. Rupert sighed and pulled his gun.

“Not today,” he said and fired. Too late he remembered that he'd had the Colt. Damn, he thought. He couldn’t believe he’d wasted a precious bullet on an Immortal. Now he was really pissed. He’d go home, get his sword and be back before Gothenberg woke up. He started to walk away, but stopped as he heard the familiar crackle of electricity. “It can’t be…” he stammered. He turned, shocked, to see the fog and electricity of a Quickening rolling from Gothenberg’s body toward him. “No!” he cried. He tried to outrun the Quickening, but he was too late, and it slammed into him, forcing him to his knees.

When he had recovered, he was shocked and appalled. He had known the Colt could theoretically kill anything, but he had never even considered counting Immortals in that number. He knew that there were too many Immortals out there who would use the Colt, if word ever got out. It was too important to mankind for some unscrupulous Immortal to waste it on the Game. In a moment of clarity he knew there was only one course of action that would keep the weapon safe; he would bury it until it was really needed.


Sunnydale, 2002

Giles hesitated, his hand poised on the handle of Buffy’s door. He had gone to Kansas, to retrieve the Colt from its hiding place, but it had vanished. Without that, he had no idea how they could hope to beat the First. He could only hope that it was the side of good that had found the weapon; that and have faith that the Slayers would find the strength to win this war.

A/N: Samuel Colt was in England in 1835, and I’ve done my research on the man and the weapon, but if there are any historical inaccuracies I apologise sincerely.
bugeyedmonsterbugeyedmonster on April 18th, 2009 04:36 pm (UTC)
Ohhhh.... *hears Indiana Jones music* you so have to have the hunt for the Colt!

But, I don't want to be a pie,: winneridontlikegravy on April 18th, 2009 09:47 pm (UTC)

I've been wanting to cross this universe with Supernatural for a while now, so maybe Giles could track down the Winchesters and demand his gun back. I'd imagine he'll be quite upset when he discovers all the bullets are gone. *hee* That's only a maybe though, I've got plans for Rwpyrt at the moment.
Ithithildyn on April 18th, 2009 05:51 pm (UTC)
Now that was interesting! Cool!
But, I don't want to be a pie,: pleased hamsteridontlikegravy on April 18th, 2009 09:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Was rewatching Dead Man's Blood, and when John delivered the speech about the Colt, the idea just popped into my head, fully formed. So glad it works :)
The other Weird Alaeron_lanart on April 18th, 2009 07:27 pm (UTC)
A magic gun with magic bullets that can destroy anything. I wonder if UNIT or Torchwood would try to get their hands on it? Hmmm. Maybe *that* is what gave them the idea for the gun that could kill The Master...

It's beside the point that I love anything that has Rwpyrt ap Aerwynn in it (which reminds me in the 1835 section he's called Mr Aeron - is that intentional? I kind of latched onto it. *g*).
But, I don't want to be a pie,: giles & methosidontlikegravy on April 18th, 2009 09:53 pm (UTC)
I wonder if UNIT or Torchwood would try to get their hands on it?

I'd like to see Jack try to get it off Sam and Dean *snorfle*

I do like the idea that the legend of the Colt gave them the idea for the gun to kill the Master though.

The name might have been intentional...*g* Honestly, it just made sense Aerwynn/Aeron, it made me smile and I figured would make you smile, so I kept it. It's his alias between about 1810 and 1840 - Rupert Aeron.
The other Weird Al: Headdeskaeron_lanart on April 19th, 2009 12:56 am (UTC)
Just realised I *totally* missed Supernatural in your list of series' crossed, my brain does that sometimes, if I'm not familiar with something it tends not to see it properly. I take it the gun is a SPN thing? Right, must watch those blimmin DVDs I've just bought myself and if I get addicted to the series, then I'm blaming you. I know most people don't actually *buy* the dvds until they know they like something, but the box set was only £10 (or 2 pairs of the tights I use for work) and I kind of have this feeling that I might like it...

Oh, and I'm sure Jack would love to get his hands on Sam and Dean in order to try and get the gun off them...

Edited at 2009-04-19 12:59 am (UTC)
Black Rook: Rebeccagrachonok on April 18th, 2009 08:35 pm (UTC)
Hey, new Rwpyrt story! And a very nice one:).

(And I'm still hoping to read one day a story about his first meeting with Methos after the Horsemen time:))
But, I don't want to be a pie,: giles & methosidontlikegravy on April 18th, 2009 09:54 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much.

That story probably will be written, one day, when the muses demand. Next up is another meeting with Byron.
birggitt: SPN - Selling soulbirggitt on April 19th, 2009 02:19 am (UTC)
And this is how three of my more beloved fandoms collide, thanks to you! \o/
Very, very cleaver *smiles*
But, I don't want to be a pie,: giles & methosidontlikegravy on April 19th, 2009 04:56 pm (UTC)
thank you! :)

btw, the champions comm is going well, much more activity than I expected and some new fic (from me and someone else!). Thanks for spurring me to do it!
Sophiesophiedb on April 19th, 2009 09:26 pm (UTC)
Nicely done :)

..but.. does he still have the plans?? (though looking up the comet, it'd still be while until it could be repeated)
But, I don't want to be a pie,: oohidontlikegravy on April 19th, 2009 09:59 pm (UTC)
Thank you :)

Good point. He may have kept them at the old Watcher headquarters, in which case they were destroyed, but I have a feeling he'd keep something like that somewhere close to hand.

I will call her George: Deanstrangevisitor7 on April 21st, 2009 08:35 pm (UTC)
I already told you i like this enough to steal Rupert for a SPN fic but I thought I'd go on record - LOVED IT
But, I don't want to be a pie,: pleased hamsteridontlikegravy on April 21st, 2009 08:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you! :)

Well, it seems I've stopped lurking on the fringes of this fandom! Have to admit, I'm getting a teeny bit excited about going to the con now. *grin*
I will call her George: Deanstrangevisitor7 on April 22nd, 2009 01:21 pm (UTC)
Yay! I'd like to think it's all my fault your turning into an SPN fan. Have fun at the con - I'm living vicariously through you so take lots of pictures *hugs*
But, I don't want to be a pie,: winneridontlikegravy on April 22nd, 2009 04:43 pm (UTC)
Well, technically I was never not a fan, I'd just not had the opportunity to watch beyond season 1. But seeing as you're happy to take the blame, know where I can get my grubby paws on Season 4? (obviously as this isn't flocked it's probably best to email me if you know of any torrents) It's halfway through airing here, and I hate trying to watch from the middle of a season (plus we're only at the beginning of the third season on the DVDs and you know how I hate spoilers *grin*)
I will call her George: Winchester - Evil Laughstrangevisitor7 on April 22nd, 2009 05:09 pm (UTC)
Email on its way. And I'm totally taking credit for turning you into a fan - I did, after all, badger you into writing your first SPN fic many moons ago *hee*