#highlander amanda

Sorry this took so long (first was the whole, a bunch of other things came up, but then) I couldn’t decide what I wanted to cross it over with.  I kept thinking of ones at times when I couldn’t write and then dismissing them as not working before I could start.  And then I went to get Starbucks and it hit me and now I’m very excited for this.  No Torrent because it’s been a while since I saw the other fandom and wasn’t sure who else I’d want to include)

The blue lightning settles down, slowly stopping it’s dance over their skin.  Waxer brings a hand up, clutch and rubbing his neck, checking that he’s whole.  Wooley hovers around him, just as concerned.  Both of them, along with Boil - who’s been turning over his (her? Wooley knows that feeling and it feels weird to still call Boil him now) hands, studying them intently - look up, eyes sharp as a heavy feeling, like tons of pressure, starts to fill the air.  It’s a hot, burning feeling, centuries old and, there really is no other word for it, dark in the way only one of Them could be.  Wooley stiffens, eyeing their General, memories long old rising to the forefront.

Even Cody seems apprehensive, though not as much as Wooley.

In the end, it’s Boil who steps forward, pulling her? helmet off, and rolling her? eyes.

“Hey Old Man,” she? sasses, “I thought you weren’t doing that anymore.  What with the whole mess with Kronos.”

Obi-Wan looks at her for a long moment and then the pressure is gone, folded neatly away as he simply exudes the feeling of an old library again.  It’s a welcomed type of feeling in the back of their skulls.  Same as the feeling of rolling hills from Cody, the steadfast honor from Wooley, the raven-like nature of Boil, and the eagerness of youth from Waxer.

“It would seem,” Obi-Wan spoke with all the weight of the Old Man himself, all the years of Methos, no hiding behind the veil of Adam Pierson, “that our esteemed  Supreme Chancellor is hiding something.”

Cody, Wooley, and Boil nod.  They’ve all seen it before.  Corrupt officials at the end of the day, all have something in common, and they’ve all lived long enough to know how to spot it.  Waxer nods, but with all the confidence of a boy who grew up on the edges of society, with no confidence in any authority.

“Well then,” Cody says, “we’ll have to take care of that.”

“Without loosing our heads,” Wooley adds, the secondary feeling of kinship with Cody warm in his chest.

It shouldn’t be too hard.  After all, no matter what, they have centuries between them over Palpatine.  And a suspicious Old Man as well.

Just to be clear:

Obi-Wan - Methos

Cody - Conner MacLeod

Wooley - Duncan MacLeod

Waxer - Richie Ryan