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27 September 2007 @ 07:24 pm
Highlander/Firefly Crossover Part 4  
Part 4 of my Highlander/Firefly Crossover, which you can read from the beginning starting here. This is my first foray into the world of Mal Reynolds et al, so I brought Richie and Methos along for the ride. Yes I know that makes this denial so I apologise to any purists but he's my puppy and I love him. ;p  
It isn't slash and I hope it isn't OOC at any point.
Any and all comments gratefully received, just try not to be too cruel.

I don't own Highlander or Firefly or any of the characters that you recognise, I'm just partying with them for a while and I promise to clean up after myself.

Thanks to jinxed_woodfor her help as beta once again.

Browncoats and Scabbards 4
 
“They aren’t coming, Duncan, can’t we leave this hellhole for somewhere warmer? Antarctica springs instantly to mind,” Methos sniped.
 
Duncan had insisted they remain on Saint Albans because he had received information that Mal Reynolds, and his crew, would be arriving within twelve hours. That had been two days ago, and they had yet to see Serenity or any of her crew.
 
“One more night, Methos, if they aren’t here by morning then we’ll leave,” Duncan replied with a resigned sigh. Richie continued to glower in the corner of the shuttle.
 
Relations on board the shuttle were strained, and Methos was finding it hard to keep the peace. The latest argument had resulted in Richie retreating to the furthest point away from Duncan and sulking like a child.
 
It was easier keeping the peace between Silas and Caspian, Methos mused, maybe I should just let them fight it out. Unable to bear the silence any longer, and looking for some explanation from Duncan, Methos asked him, “So, who is this Operative, then? Why do you trust him so much?”
 
Duncan glowered at him, then Richie, who had sat upright, clearly interested but desperately trying not to appear so.
 
“That’s none of your gorram business.” Duncan replied.
 
“Hey, look, you’re the one who said we have to stay on this rock for another night. I think the least you can do is explain a little of what the hell happened to you. What happened to the Boy Scout we all knew and loved?” Methos retorted.
 
Duncan weighed up his options for a few moments, and then he sighed and began his tale. “Back during the Unification war, I was running cargo between the Core and the Rim. I’d had enough of wars and I didn’t want to get involved on either side. I had a wife, Sierra, and I had adopted her daughter Maria. We were happy, for a time…” Duncan said, trailing off. He gazed forlornly through the viewscreen, into the distance. After a minute or two, Methos coughed.
 
“I notice you’re speaking in the past tense,” he commented.
 
“We were on a run to Dyton when we were attacked by pirates. We were outgunned and outnumbered, so we let them take everything. Even so, they still killed everyone on board. When I woke up, I couldn’t find Maria’s body. I had given her a brooch that contained a tracking device, and I used it to find the pirates. They’d…they did what the Reavers do, tied her to the ship like a gorram hood ornament!” Duncan had stood up as he told them this and was now pacing the small cockpit.
 
“Ai-yah, Tyen-ah!” Richie said under his breath. Methos bowed his head and rubbed his hand across his mouth.
 
“I boarded the ship easily. They thought I was a ghost, come to punish them. Even after all these centuries, pirates are still superstitious buggers,” Duncan said, without humour, “I slaughtered them and then I found the nearest bottle and crawled into it for the rest of the war.” Duncan finished, sitting back down in the pilot’s chair. Methos gave him a moment, but he wanted more answers, and since Duncan seemed to be in a mood to give them, he pushed ahead.
 
“Then what?” he asked.
 
Duncan looked at him. “Then I met the Operative.”
 
*-*
 
A bar on Persephone, November 11, 2511
 
Duncan sat at a table, nursing a glass of the piss, that passed for scotch, in one hand and a picture of Sierra and Maria in the other. He had been there for days, but he kept paying for his drinks, so the barkeep kept pouring.
 
Suddenly he felt the approach of another Immortal. He wasn’t concerned, they were in public, but he looked to the door to see who it was. Most had left the Game behind on Earth, but not everybody.
 
The Immortal was one Duncan recognised from Earth, though he hadn’t seen him for a long time. He was Alliance military, top brass from the looks of his uniform; although Duncan wasn’t familiar with the new military, officer uniforms hadn’t changed much. The newcomer smiled as he recognised Duncan, but the smile was not returned. Instead, Duncan looked back to the picture, dismissing the other Immortal, making it clear he wasn’t in the mood for company.
 
“Mind if I join you?” came the clipped, English voice. Duncan looked up.
 
“Actually, I do.”
 
“Have I done something to offend you, Duncan? I thought we were friends?”
 
“We are, we are, Robert. I’m sorry, I’m just not good company right now.” In his state of inebriation, the Highlander’s native burr gave a lilt to his slurred speech. Duncan waved a hand at the seat opposite. “Take a seat, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
 
For the next two hours, the Operative proceeded to talk, telling Duncan all about his time with the Alliance, about the Battle of Serenity, about anything and everything he could think of. Slowly, Duncan became more animated, his interest growing and his responses becoming more than incoherent grunts.
 
Eventually, after much alcohol and persuasion, Duncan opened up and told the Operative everything about Sierra and Maria. The Operative sat silently listening until Duncan was finished.
 
“This is why the Alliance is so important Duncan. We’re trying to bring order to the planets, not just the Core worlds, but all the inhabited worlds and the space in between. We’re working towards a better future,” the Operative said.
 
“A noble cause, I’m sure,” Duncan retorted, “But I think Earth history has enough evidence to show that man will always be violent to his fellow man. Since we left Earth, things have become worse, not better. There will always be crime, and there will always be victims,” he said.
 
“Not necessarily,” replied the Operative.
 
*-*
 
“We talked for hours, and he convinced me that the Alliance could achieve a lasting peace. He left me in that bar and about a week later I joined the Alliance. I’ve been with them ever since.” Duncan finished.
 
“And I thought I was the king of evasive answers. That doesn’t actually tell us who he is, MacLeod. What about a name?” Methos asked.
 
 
After a little hesitation, Duncan answered. “He doesn’t have a name any more. He gave up his identity for the Alliance. But he used to be known as Robert Durden.” Richie looked a little shocked at the name, as though he had seen a ghost. Methos noticed, but he didn’t want to press for an explanation while the relationship between them was so strained.  Duncan continued, “I met him back in 2002, we became friends and I’ve met him a few times since then. When he walked into that bar I hadn’t seen him for a long time, not since Earth. But I know him and I trust him.” The accusation hung between them like a physical thing.
 
“Don’t look at me, I never trust anyone,” Methos said. Duncan looked directly at Richie, who didn’t avert his gaze.
 
“I still trust you, Duncan, and I still respect you, even if I don’t respect some of the choices you’ve made, but I don’t trust Durden and you can’t expect me to. All his actions so far have been in conflict with this honourable man you’ve been telling us about,” Richie replied coolly.
 
Methos noted a look in Richie’s eyes that made him think that Richie was talking about more than the Operative’s actions regarding River.
 
Knowing from their encounter on Serenity that Richie had never met Durden before, Methos wondered what Richie was thinking about. It was something he would have to ask the younger Immortal about later, maybe when Duncan was out of earshot.
 
 
Translation of Chinese:
Ai-yah. Tyen-ah – merciless hell
 
 
 
 
I will call her George: Cookie Attitudestrangevisitor7 on October 9th, 2007 05:12 pm (UTC)
My poor boy scout *pets Duncan* but he's still with the alliance so no cookies.

GO Rihcie!

Look forward to the next part.
But, I don't want to be a pie,: bunnyidontlikegravy on October 10th, 2007 08:26 pm (UTC)
*pouts* But I like cookies. *g* Very glad you enjoyed. This one is turning into a bit of a labour of love for me.

Might be a bit of a wait til the next part. Must write next part of Immortal Giles *writes 100 times*, then there's this week's flashfic challenge, then I've sorta promised to write a Dr. Who/Jeeves & Wooster fic, it's been ages since I wrote a hl50 fic, so I really should do that, I've signed on for the secret santa, I'm starting an original fic and inbetween all that I have work!

But it keeps me out of mischief. :)
I will call her George: Richie  - troublemakersstrangevisitor7 on October 11th, 2007 02:23 am (UTC)
That reminds me I have to post my Richie Dean for the new challenge. I have Secret Santa too. Very nervous because i have yet to get an easy choice when i sign up for these types of ficathons

off to post.
truthmaker on December 14th, 2007 09:07 am (UTC)
I'm loving this story. Two great fandoms that work great together.

Any chance on another part soon?

*bats eyelashes* please ;-)
But, I don't want to be a pie,: fireflyidontlikegravy on December 14th, 2007 11:58 am (UTC)
*grin*

Thanks for the feedback, I'm pleased you're enjoying it. More is coming, RL and other WIPs have been in the way, but it is top of the to do list, so it should be appearing after the holidays (if the muses don't abandon me).

Hope you keep reading. :)