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29 June 2007 @ 02:39 pm
When Methos Met Gabriel  

This is the second of my When Methos Met... ficlets. You can read the first here if you feel brave. :)

When Methos Met Gabriel
Van Helsing entered the church and started toward the confessional. He preferred to get absolution as quickly as possible after slaying a monster, but he was far from Rome, in the New World, so he made do with the nearest church. As he took a few steps inside, he suddenly felt a strange pressing on his skull. Disorientated, he placed his hand to his head and staggered to a pew. The strange pressure continued and so he looked around for someone to help. Near the front of the pews, a man was sat, staring at him openly, yet not moving to help. When Gabriel looked into the man’s eyes, the strange pressure stopped.
Confused, and thinking that the man might have some answers, he went toward him.
“Hello Gabriel.” 

Oh great, thought Van Helsing, another stranger who knows my name, just what I needed. 

“If you have come for my head then you’ll be disappointed. I’m not going to step off holy ground.”
“Why would I take your head?”
“Well, you know, the last time we parted wasn’t exactly amicable, and there can be only one.”
“One what? Who are you? How do you know me?” 

Methos started and looked at Gabriel closely. There was no lie in his face, he really did not remember. How strange, he thought, Immortals can’t usually suffer from amnesia. I wonder what made him choose to forget everything? He did not allow any of this concern to cross his face, which remained resolutely blank.

“I can tell you everything you need to know. The name I go by now is Doctor Benjamin Adams. I know you well Gabriel, but you knew me by another name.” Methos looked around, checking they were alone, before continuing in a whisper, “My true name is Methos.”
The name sparked a memory in Gabriel’s mind, a memory of battle long ago, of swords and sand and blood. And of four men.

“When I look at you I can remember four horsemen, death on horseback.”
“Yep, that’s me.” Methos replied grimly. Van Helsing looked at him with a mixture of uncertainty and mistrust. This man was promising him answers, but hadn’t Dracula done the same? And now this man was confessing to being one of the Horsemen.
“Then you’ll excuse me sir, but I think I’ll be on my way.”
“Fair enough, it’s your head.” 

That stopped Gabriel in his tracks. He sighed and turned back to the man calling himself Doctor Adams.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, that without your memory every Immortal around is going to be coming for your head.”
“That’s what we are. Immortal. We cannot die, not from ordinary diseases or wounds. But we can be killed by beheading. There are many more of us and we fight each other in what is known as the Game.”
“Because there can be only one.”
“One Immortal? We have to fight until there’s only one left?” Gabriel asked. Methos nodded. “Well I won’t fight, I’ve seen enough death.” Van Helsing said vehemently. Methos sighed before saying,
“You won’t have a choice. That feeling you had when you saw me, that is how we know each other. Immortals will find you and they will challenge you. The only place they will not fight you is on holy ground. Not even the most evil of us will break that rule.”
“Is that what you are? The most evil of us?” A wry smile played at the corner of Methos’ mouth.
“No my friend. I have done some terrible things, but there are far worse than me. Far worse, and trust me when I say you do not want to be around them without a sword.”
“Then I shall be fine. I always carry a sword and I am well practised in battle. Besides which, I reside in Vatican City unless I am sent on a mission. If that is all you have to tell me, then I will take my leave.”
“Wait! What happened to you Gabriel? Your memory? Can you remember nothing of your past?”
“A few snatches here and there. Nothing coherent. My masters in Rome call it a punishment from God for past transgressions.” Van Helsing began walking back to the door.
“Don’t you want to find out what happened to you?” Methos called after him. Van Helsing did not slow in his pace as he replied,
“No,” he said with an ironic smile, “some things are better left forgotten.” With that he left Methos alone in the church.
The End?
Carol Bartholomew: Tigercarolhelga on June 30th, 2007 12:35 pm (UTC)
You asked for comments, so here goes...

I see this as the start of something greater, though as it stands, it is not what I'd call satisfying.

Some ways it could go...

a) Methos could reminisce a bit, and Gabriel could dimly remember some of it, and be so disturbed by his memories that he secludes himself (getting in trouble with his masters)

b) Methos could tag along with Gabriel, and even help him dispatch a monster or three

c) Depending on when this even occurs, the priest Gabriel confesses to could be Darious

Just a few ideas I had. Take or leave as you please. :D
But, I don't want to be a pie,: methos2idontlikegravy on June 30th, 2007 03:19 pm (UTC)
Interesting ideas, thanks I may well follow up on one or more. I agree that as it stands it is unsatisfactory, the series is intended as just one off little bits of crack and this doesn't fit at all. I may shelve it for a bit and come back with fresh eyes later.

Thanks for your feedback. :)
holde_maidholde_maid on October 27th, 2011 12:32 pm (UTC)
Really liked that one. But here's my question: Why does Methos insist on telling Gabriel so much? Bad conscience? Or is there something to gain, perhaps?
But, I don't want to be a pie,: painty methosidontlikegravy on October 27th, 2011 05:21 pm (UTC)
First: Thanks hon. Second: What the hell are you doing reading something even I'd forgotten about!? *g*

You know, I never asked Methos why.

I think my intention was that they had a strong history, that Gabriel has known him for almost as long as any other Immortal, and maybe that he owes him something. As you can tell from the way it's written this is from my early days when I was chucking out ideas willy nilly and before my Methos muse had really taken shape. I did always mean to go back and develop this but I've never really had the inspiration to do so.
holde_maidholde_maid on November 15th, 2011 03:30 pm (UTC)
What am I doing reading this? Well, giving in to temptation, of course! :-))
Here's to hoping the inspiration does come to haunt you. ;-D