Dec. 20th, 2011

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Disclaimer: Teen Titans belongs to DC comics and Warner Brothers. The Ultraverse belongs to Marvel comics (as they bought it from Malibu) and I”m not making any money off this just having fun please don’t sue.

Notes: This is the first fic in a crossover verse that involves the Teen Titans just after Beast boy’s powers jumped into a bunch of kids getting dumped into the pre Black September Ultraverse at different points in its timeline.

Scattered

“I am always traveling and still even in other worlds I find annoyances like you,” The lunatic who’d attacked them at the tower said as he hurled Raven past him into Kory’s garden. He was still smarting from the blow the guy landed earlier which had knocked him clean through the tower.

He had thought they were actually going to get some down time this weekend after that mess with Beast Boy’s powers transferring to a bunch of school kids and this lunatic had shown up spouting about traveling and beating the tar out of them. He saw Robin manage to actually slip through and land a blow that seemed to daze the guy so he focused and blasted him with his heat vision. He still must have had some control issues cause the guy screamed and had a really nasty burn on his armor. “That hurt boy,” the lunatic said and waved his hand over the wound and it closed. “You annoyances are more powerful than I thought perhaps you can be of use to me in my home world against those who try to keep me from traveling.” He had a bad feeling about that, “But together you might be a threat to me instead so I’ll scatter you through time and space.” The man turned toward him. “I’ll start with you,” the man said and he felt himself yanked backwards into a portal.

He heard Cassie yelling but he couldn’t stop himself he was flung backwards and crashed into the ground. He got up and looked around he seemed to be somewhere else. He hoped he really wasn’t in another world. He’d had enough of that during that hypertime mess with Black Zero.

He took off into the air to try to find some land marks and see if this was still Earth and if so stat looking to see if it was his Earth or not. He needed to find the others and find out what was going on.

The End.

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Notes: This is the second fic in my crossover of Teen Titans getting lost in the Ultraverse.

The First Reunion

Beast Boy found himself standing in the middle of a busy street where folks were panicking at the sight of him. “Easy folks I’m not going to hurt anyone.” He really wished folks would stop screaming and calling him a plant monster. “I’m not a plant lady I’m a guy who turns into green animals.” He turned into a monkey to prove the point and that just made them scream louder.

“Gar,” A familiar voice said and he looked up to see Connor wearing a white t-shirt version of his previous outfit landing following by a muscular red headed guy and a hot blond chick. Seconds later a blur raced up. “It’s good to see you but we need to get you out of here before you cause a panic.”

“Why are they so afraid of me?” He asked as folks were still glaring at him. “I mean they act like I’m going to start eating them or something.” Superboy just grabbed him as the big guy started speaking telling folks to calm down.

Connor set him down on a roof a short distance away. “Sorry about that but last week these mutant plant men attacked and folks are still nervous.” Connor said and then pulled him into a hug. “It is good to see you I was beginning to think I was the only one who got sent to this crazy world by that Pilgrim guy.”

“How long have you been here,” he asked. “And where is Vic cause he got sucked up right after you did and before me?” He saw Connor looking over at the others he was with who had joined them. “And who are these guys?”

“This is Prime, Fade and Turbo charge,” Superboy said pointing at them. “They are the group of local heroes I hooked up with after I got stranded here about six months ago.” He then turned back “If Cyborg is here I haven’t heard about him yet that guy did say he was going to scatter us there is no guarantee he arrived before you did.”

“Any idea how we can get back,” he asked but saw Connor shake his head. “So um what are we going to do about the mistaken for plant monster thing?” He asked afterwards cause he didn’t want to get yelled at everywhere he went.

The End.

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Teen Titans/Ultraverse crossover verse


This fic verse is made up of fics that take place in the Ultraverse at various times after the Teen titans from just after Beast boy's powers went haywire in Teen Titans Volume 3 get dumped into the Ultraverse at random.

The Fics


Scattered: The Pilgrim sends the Teen Titans to his home universe at random points in time.

The First Reunion: Superboy runs into Beast Boy again as Beast boy is the first fellow Titan he encounters since his arrival.
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Disclaimer: The various incarnations of the Highlander universe belong to Panzer/Davis and anyone I’m forgetting to mention. I am just borrowing them for my own and hopefully the enjoyment of other fans. Please don’t sue.

Note: This is part of the Deadman verse and takes place in the year 2002 for that fic verse.

Merlin’s Revelations

“Tell me, Duncan, did you know that the legends of King Arthur were based on a group of Immortals?” Zheng asked as they walked through the recesses of the monastery. He was a bit shocked at that strange statement since before they’d been discussing how his memories of killing Richie continued to remain even though all the other memories Cassandra had given him had faded.

“No, I didn’t,” He admitted after a moment. “I’ve heard of immortals who claimed to know or be someone from the myths but never heard it said the myths themselves were based on immortals.” He wasn’t sure he believed it even though Zheng was a good sixteen hundred years older than him.

“Yes, they were according to the immortal we will be speaking with today.” Zheng looked concerned as he went on. “According to him, he is one of the three immortals who together inspired the myth of Merlin and while it isn’t his name he has asked that we refer to him as such.”

“Do you believe he really helped inspire the myth of Merlin?” He asked not finding the idea as ridicules as he once would have. After everything Cassandra had done he was a lot more open minded about magic.

“I do not know if the story is true but he is powerful and ...” He suddenly stopped looking past him. “And he has apparently been right behind us for a while.” He spun around to see a short figure with long white hair and a huge white beard.

“I hope this look is appropriately wizardly,” the old man said with a laugh and the sensation of another immortal slammed into his head suddenly. “I really have to figure out how to block my presence from other immortals without blocking my own ability to sense them.” The old man said walking past them. “Even after two thousand years the head rush when I end the parlor trick still hurts a bit.”

“You’re Merlin?” He asked once the sensation dropped to a normal level. It had been centuries since the presence of another immortal had hurt that much. The old man merely nodded and settled himself down on a meditation rug.

“My Friend must you wear such a silly form I had hoped you would wear the face you usually wear when we interact,” Zheng said speaking up finally. “I think it would help Duncan if you assumed a more appropriate form.”


“Just be glad I didn’t come as Oz the great and powerful,” Merlin said with a smirk that just looked out of place on the old face. “I am here because you requested my help with Duncan’s persistent memory that refuses to fade, how I look has no bearing on my ability to explain the lingering memory of him beheading Richie Ryan in Paris.”

“I do not know if I want help from someone who refuses to show his real face,” He said as he regarded the old man with suspicion. He had never liked immortals who went to great lengths to disguise themselves.

“Do not tempt me to turn you into a toad Duncan Macleod,” The old man said his eyes glowing with an eerie light. “There are only thirteen immortals on the entire planet who know my true face and neither you nor Zheng will ever be one of them.” He then laughed. “Nothing personal but for all my power I cannot survive a beheading any better than any other immortal.”

He felt an old bit of fear from his childhood at the threat of being turned into a toad. He didn’t really believe it was possible but the old fear of witches and warlocks remained deep down from his youth. “Can you tell me why some immortals have powers and some don’t?” He finally asked around the old fear. “How is it Cassandra could steal the powers of another wizard but when I killed Kantos I never gained his powers.”

“You did gain his power, you just can’t use it yet,” Merlin said smiling darkly. “As to why some immortals are born with powers, well that I can’t answer it has just always been so.” He produced three candles each a different color and set them in front of him. “Let me finish my explanation before you ask any questions.” It was difficult but he nodded his head in agreement.

“Think of this gold candle as those rare immortals like myself and Cassandra who are born with the potential for power,” He tapped the candle and it lit. “Now the power can be useful like Kantos or basically useless like the guy I once met who could see exactly five minutes into the past.” Merlin smiled slightly and then it was replaced by a haunted look. “Or it could seem useful and back fire horribly like what happened with Kol’tek.” It was all he could do not to flinch at the mention of his friend who had suffered the dark quickening. “He was able to help so many others because of his ability to draw in the negative aspects of others but he was unable or unwilling to release that negativity back into the world.” Merlin looked away. “Eventually the poison pool inside of him grew too large and erupted corrupting him and you when you took his quickening.”

He could still remember the things he’d done under the influence of the dark quickening. “But I’m getting off track the important thing is those of us born with power have it from birth and well when we lose our head the person who took it gets our power.” He then gestured and the top of the gold candle flew off. “Now when the person who took it can use it depends entirely on how old they are.” Merlin tapped the white candle. “For some reason immortals not born with a power can only use it once they have been immortal for one thousand years.” The old man shrugged his shoulders. “That also affects how it develops by the way those over a thousand get the power exactly as it was for the other immortal immediately assuming they understand it well enough.” Merlin smiled. “That’s how Cassandra could kill Ananzi and use his powers immediately.” The old man then pointed at him. “However, in cases like yours sometimes the powers change while they were dormant because of exposure to other powers, you yourself have killed three immortals with power so your power when it manifest will be different but have aspects of all three.”

He was disturbed at the thought that in a few centuries he’d have to deal with having some kind of power. He didn’t like what it seemed to do to those with it. “I suppose your wondering why you don’t see more immortals with power running around?” Merlin said and he saw Zheng nod his head. “The reason for that is represented by this third candle.” He watched as Merlin tapped the black candle. “You see power only transfers when it is active when someone like Duncan here loses their head the power sleeping inside them is lost forever.” Merlin gesture and all three candles melted away into nothing. “Immortals with power tend to lose their heads to active resourceful immortals like Duncan here and most immortals as active as he is tend to lose their heads before they make it to the millennia mark.” Merlin then got a serious look on his face. “Now I think you can guess why Agathe used such a young immortal to kill Cassandra,” Merlin said darkly. “It doesn’t matter if he lives a thousand years or not for now Agathe doesn’t have to include Cassandra or Ananzi’s powers in her schemes for the next millennia.”

He thought about Richie and frowned as the implications hit him. Richie would most likely never make it to a thousand years so everything Cassandra could do would be lost forever. He was surprised how relieved he was about that. “So you know this Agathe of Sparta and her secret society?”

“Oh yes, I know her,” Merlin said with a dark smile. “I was in the previous incarnation of her society with her, and the rise and fall of that incarnation of the society is what inspired the myths of King Arthur.” He was stunned by that statement. “Ask me no more about that Duncan Macleod you’ll learn about all of that in time.”

“Perhaps now Merlin you can answer the question I brought you here to answer,” Zheng said before he could try to get Merlin to talk about Agathe. “I have done all I can but the implanted memory of him killing his student remains and continues to trouble him.”

“That’s not an implanted memory,” Merlin said simply, “Cassandra didn’t save Richie I did.” His shock caused him to yell out in surprise and even Zheng made several curse filled statements at that remark. “Sit down and I will explain.” He didn’t even realize he had risen to his feet.

“You have to understand Macleod that Ananzi was my teacher and friend so when I learned he had died I went after Cassandra,” Merlin looked sad. “I arrived in Paris and realized she planned to change Richie’s fate from death at the hands of Maco’s ex wife to death at your hands.” He started to ask but Merlin held up a hand. “She needed the trauma of you killing your student as a way into your head.” The old man looked tired all of a sudden. “You can’t begin to understand how difficult pulling him out and replacing him with an altered body I stole from the morgue seconds before your blade loped his head off was.” He then sighed, “Not to mention faking a quickening.”

“You were responsible for me thinking I killed Richie,” He said angrily. He hadn’t been this angry in years. He knew if they weren’t on holy ground he’d be trying to take the old man’s head. “I should kill you for that.”

“She would never have stopped Macleod until you killed someone you loved and I didn’t have the strength to save anyone else so I let her have her doorway into your head.” Merlin said as if he was simply stating a fact. “I am not all powerful and it took me months to recover enough to give you that glimpse of what the world would be like without you.” Even as he said it for a split second the old man was gone and Fritz was there smiling at him.

“You were responsible for that false world,” he practically screamed. He felt Zheng grabbing him to keep him from attacking Merlin. “You are no better than Cassandra screwing with my head for your own amusement.”

“Not a false world just a different one,” Merlin said with a strange smirk. “There are many worlds Duncan Macleod more than you can imagine that was simply one of them.” The old man stood up. “I have seen worlds where the game is over and the prize won,” Merlin smiled then and continued. “I have seen worlds where immortals are simply alien refugees from another world,” Merlin laughed as he said that. “I have seen worlds where the game is a cruel lie to keep immortals under control.” the old man grimaced. “and I have no idea if the game in our world is true or false and it is wonderful and horrible not to know.”

He managed to pull free from Zheng and tried to punch the old man but before he could he was thrown back through the air to land hard on the ground. “I will kill you if I ever see you again,” He said weakly staring at up at Merlin who was still smiling.

“No you won’t Duncan Macleod of the clan Macleod,” Merlin said a smirk back on his face. “You won’t even recognize me when next we meet.” The old man then began to simply fade out of sight. “Until then Duncan Macleod try to keep your head.” He was then simply gone no trace of him left anywhere.

“I am sorry Duncan if I had known how this would go I would never have asked him here,” Zheng said holding out a hand to help him up. He took the monk’s hand calmly and shook his head. “I have never seen him act this way before in all the previous times I sought his advice he was reserved and noble. “

“It isn’t your fault Zheng,” He said quickly. “I just have to find information on how to face him again when he returns.” He thought for a moment and then turned towad the monk. “Do you know of any other sorcerers, someone who can explain how he does that?”

“I know of one other,” Zheng said almost reluctantly. “She lives in Japan but it has been many centuries since I last spoke with her.” He watched as Zheng looked reluctant. “I will attempt to contact her and make arrangements for you to meet with her.”

“Thank you,” He said feeling better. He would definitely need help if he was ever going to face the immortal calling himself Merlin again. He couldn’t help but worry a bit that the next sorcerer would be as unbalanced as all the rest he’d met.

The End


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Disclaimer: The various incarnations of the Highlander universe belong to Panzer/Davis and anyone I’m forgetting to mention. I am just borrowing them for my own and hopefully the enjoyment of other fans. Please don’t sue.

Note: This is part of the Deadman verse and takes place in the year 2002 for that fic verse. This follows Merlin’s Revelation

A visit with a Sorcerous

“Greetings Duncan Macleod of the Clan Macleod,” The beautiful immortal shrine maiden said as he arrived at the steps leading up to her shrine. “I trust you had a pleasant journey from Zheng’s temple to my humble shrine.” He nodded as he followed her in glad this meeting was taking place on Holy ground. “There is something I have to tell you before we begin our discussion I am a member of the fourth covenant, Agathe of Sparta’s secret society.”

He was startled into stopping outside the gate of her shrine by that confession. “You are a member of that group who arranged for Richie to kill Cassandra?” She nodded and then headed inside clearly giving him the option to just turn and leave. He would have if he didn’t need her help to learn how to face Merlin. He followed her in and saw the shrine was deserted as he looked around. “Why tell me?”

“Because the man you know as Merlin told me to when he dropped in to announce your upcoming visit.” She said shaking her head. “He was very blunt that I would regret it if I was not completely honest with you about everything and I am no match for him in combat.” She glanced back at him. “So ask your questions and I will answer honestly but I would prefer if you didn’t ask me too many questions about the covenant.”

“You cannot help me if your magic isn’t strong enough to defeat his,” he said mind reeling from the explanation. “Do you know of any other sorcerers who have the magical power to defeat him that I can ask for help?”

“You misunderstand Merlin is better with a sword than I am,” She said surprising him. “Ask yourself this Duncan Macleod,” she said smiling darkly. “How did Cassandra lose to Richie Ryan when she had killed the only sorcerer alive older than Merlin, his former teacher Ananzi the trickster?”

He found himself frowning he knew from Joe that Cassandra had used her voice but Richie had used the same trick he did against Kantos to beat her. “Why didn’t Cassandra use that magic if she possessed it?” He was embarrassed that the answer had never come to him.

“Because she was smart enough to know that using the power of illusion in a fight is the quickest way to lose your head.” She gestured and chains wound around him pinning him in place. “These chains are not real it is my will that holds you,” She dropped her hand and the vanished. “They can last only as long as my will is greater than yours and in a fight to the death that isn’t always the case.” A serious look spread over her features. “Any of my ilk who rely on our more esoteric powers to win a fight are usually dead within a year take for example Kane killer of the great Nakano who within weeks of gaining his freedom returned to the game and died by your kinsman Connor’s hand.”

“So you are saying Merlin will not use his powers in our fight that I will be able to simply take his head like any other immortal?” He found the idea unbelievable. She continued walking deeper into the Shrine’s grounds so he followed.

“Yes and no,” She said after a moment. “Merlin will not use the power of illusion or some of the more draining powers,” she paused frowning to pick a stray weed from the ground. “However, he does possess some powers that like Cassandra’s voice can be used safely in a fight.” She turned back toward him. “And in truth I believe it would be a mistake for you to try fighting him, your destiny lies elsewhere and Merlin is no threat to you.”

“He helped make me think I killed Richie and gave me the experience of a false world where I was reunited with Tessa, for those crimes alone he should die.” He perhaps could have understood why he made him think he killed Richie but he couldn’t forgive the torment of letting him see a different Tessa.

“That world wasn’t false,” She said giving him a hard stare. “I do not really understand why they exist but they do exist and I have seen them.” She smiled a bit then. “For the longest time I doubted their existence until I learned to turn my prophetic gifts from looking into the future to looking side ways into parallel worlds.” Her face changed to be filled with wonder. “The things you see when you look at them are incredible and I greatly envy the man you call Merlin who can supposedly actually visit them as well as send others to them.”

“You are saying he physical sent me there,” He shook his head. “That is impossible my body did not disappear.” He was sure of that and had always assumed it was some kind of dream sent by Fritz before everything else happened.

“I was hoping not to have to show you this,” She said and began to lead the way toward a small tool shed. “Please do not tell anyone about what I am about to show you.” She glanced back at him and he nodded wondering what it was. Inside the building she opened a trap door in the floor and headed down into it. He followed into a stone room that had a huge steel vault door with a tiny window set in it. “Look through the window and tell me what you see,” she said sadly.

He looked into the room and saw a strange glass coffin with an exact double of her laying within it. “Is that you?” He asked and she nodded. “How is that possible I can feel your presence and the weed is all this just an illusion?”

“No, this is a special form of astral projection that creates a second body for my spirit,” She said looking away. “It is virtually just as real as my own body except I cannot receive a real quickening in this form taking one would simply shove me back into my own body without me receiving anything from it.” She then turned back with a sad smile. “It has a major draw back however once dispelled by quickening or by my own choice I cannot do it again for ten times the amount of time I inhabited the false form.” She looked away again. “If I spend an hour in this body then it is ten hours before I can do it again.” She turned back smiling. “I do not know what affect it has on Merlin but it is probably less than that for him since he has mastered this ability to a much higher level.”

“What happens if you lose your head in that form?” He asked as he wondered if he’d been in real danger in that world. She looked absolutely horrified as she turned back toward him. “I take it that it is a terrible out come?”

“One of the worst,” She said with real fear. “Those who lose their head in a false form live but their esoteric power the thing that makes them special is gone forever.” She shuddered. “It happened to my teacher and he was never the same.” She then turned toward him. “And before you ask I have no idea what would happen if you had lost your head it was your essence but Merlin’s power that made it possible,” She said and then paused looking thoughtful. ”I do not know if he would have lost his power or if the power sleeping inside of you would have been destroyed instead.”

He could clearly see she was wondering about that. “I have only one more question and then I will go,” he said knowing he had a lot to think about. “I know you don’t want to answer this but what is the goal of the society of Agathe’s?”

“We have three goals,” She said calmly. “The first is to discover the truth about the game and why it exists, the second to do our best to ensure the game never ends and finally if the game must end to ensure the winner is not an evil immortal.” She turned a sad smile on him. “We do not believe any immortal should have the power of the prize but if someone must win it then we want them to be good.”

That raised a lot of questions but he decided not to ask anymore. She had given him a lot to think about and he needed to return to Zheng and get his opinion on things. “Thank you for your assistance Sorcerous.”

“Good-bye Duncan Macleod of the Clan Macleod,” She then smiled. “And my name is Chiyo.” He thanked her again and followed her back up and out of the shed. She stopped when they got out and saw a teenaged Japanese girl walking around listening to music loudly smacking gum. “The shrine is closed for cleaning didn’t you see the sign?”

He hadn’t seen the sign himself but he supposed he might have missed it. “I saw it but it doesn’t apply to me Chiyo,” The girl said in a distinctly male voice. “Told you that you wouldn’t recognize me Macleod.” Then the girl was gone replaced with a character from the Wizard of Oz film.

“Merlin,” he said darkly recognizing the form of Oz the great and powerful. “You have a great deal of nerve showing up in front of me again.” He turned to glance at Chiyo but she was gone. “Chiyo, where is she what did you do to her?”

“She’s fine just back in her body,” Merlin said shaking his head. “She panicked and ended the false body when she figured out who I was.” Merlin was looking toward the shed. “She should join us in her real body soon and then I can answer the question bugging her.”

He debated challenging Merlin and seeing if he’d accept. They could leave the holy ground of the shrine and find a safe spot for a fight. “I am sorry, Duncan,” Chiyo said as she exited the shed in her real body. He really couldn’t tell the difference.

“No big deal I’m used to my fellow sorcerers cancelling false forms when I show up,” Merlin said with a twisted smile. “They seem to think since I cut the Oath breaker’s false forms head off I’d do it to them.” He saw Chiyo’s eyes widen in recognition at the mention of whoever the Oath breaker was. “If your curious Macleod the Oath breaker is the man Agathe expects you to kill and you’ll learn the full story from her later.”

He was getting tired of being told he’d learn things later. “Why are you here?” Chiyo asked a hint of fear still in her voice. He wondered how good with a sword Merlin was to install that kind of fear.

“To answer your question about what would happen if Macleod there had lost his head in the other world,” Merlin said looking at them as if they were stupid. “It would have destroyed the power sleeping inside him and prevented him from ever existing as a false form again.” He smiled over at Duncan. “I thought that was an acceptable risk to try to show you how important you are to the world.”

“So you wouldn’t have suffered any side effects?” Chiyo asked her fascination seeming to override her earlier fear. He didn’t care if Merlin was risking side effects but out of respect for her. He kept his mouth shut and focused on figuring out how to get Merlin off holy ground so he could end him.

“No, I created it but it was maintained by Macleod’s essence so I was in no danger except during the moment of creation.” Merlin’s smile turned sad. “Don’t worry Macleod the next time you see me will be the last and it isn’t going to be for a few years so get on with your life.” Merlin was gone seconds later.

“That is good advice Duncan Macleod,” Chiyo said softly. “It could be decades before you see Merlin again so you would do well to move on with your life and face him when he returns.” She then turned back toward the house behind the shrine. “I must take my leave I need to rest to recover my strength,” she turned back toward him. “I wish you good luck and hope you find happiness along your path.”

He watched her walk away getting the impression she wasn’t going to speak to him again. He wondered what she’d do if he called out to her and asked for more information. He suspected he wouldn’t like it so he turned and headed toward the exit of the shrine. He would go discuss things with Zheng.

The End...

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Disclaimer: The various incarnations of the Highlander universe belong to Panzer/Davis and anyone I’m forgetting to mention. I am just borrowing them for my own and hopefully the enjoyment of other fans. Please don’t sue.

Note: This is part of the Deadman verse and takes place in the year 2003 for that fic verse. This follows A Visit with the Sorceress

The Request

“I need to return to my own life Zheng I think you for the wise counsel and help but I should contact my friends and return home,” He said to his host of the last few months. After his return from meeting with the sorcerous in Japan he had begun to truly move past what Cassandra did to him and now at the start of the new year he felt it was time to go home.

“Perhaps I can change your mind,” A voice said as he was hit with the sensation of another immortal. He turned and there was Chiyo the sorceress. “I have a requst Duncan Macleod but it is for your ears only.” She looked over at Zheng. “If you don’t mind my friend I would like to speak to Duncan alone.”

“Of course I will leave you to it,” He said turning to leaving the room. He wondered at the reverence Zheng seemed to have for the magic using immortals. “Duncan, we will talk more before you leave.”

“Why are you hear Chiyo,” He asked once his friend had left the room. She motioned and a small gold statue appeared. It looked like a Christmas ornament as it was tree shaped with five levels of four branches holding glass balls with a single glass ball on the tip. He noticed that three of the balls were glowing, a handful clear and the rest black. “What is that?”

“This is a projection of my copy of the Sorcerer’s tree,” She said looking at it. “A little under nine hundred years ago a prophecy was made that no new immortals with the powers that make up what we can do would be born for the next thousand years.” He didn’t understand what the statue had do with that. “A second prophecy said that by the time of that next birth all current sorcerers would be dead and gone.” She gave him a grim look. “As a way to keep tabs on each other’s survival Ananzi gathered us all together and Merlin created these trees for us each globe represents one of us and our power.” She pointed to the top that still glowed. “This is Merlin the strongest of us and the prophesied last to die.” She then pointed to the level below it. “The two clear globes represent the power of Ananzi and Nakano who’s powers still exist for the moment inside Richie Ryan and Connor Macleod.”

“And the black globes,” He asked with a suspicion that he wasn’t sure he wanted confirmed. He saw her shudder in revulsion which meant he could guess what they were. He was bout to do so when she pointed toward one at the top.

“That was my master and this,” she said pointing at another. “Until Yesterday, was lit and represented a powerful man in Greece.” She then pointed to a glowing light. “This is the only other sorcerer besides Merlin and myself alive and they live in the middle east.” She then laughed bitterly. “I have had a vision it will go black next and then the killer will come for me.” She pointed to the second highest glowing light. “I have come to ask for you help it has been many centuries since I last faced an immoral in a sword fight and you are one of the greatest swordsmen in the world.” She looked right at him. “Please come to Japan and help me refresh my skills before I face what could be my death, help me to mute the prophecy of my own destruction.” He was shocked at the desperation in her voice. “In exchange I will help to train you to resist illusion and magic so if you still wish to face Merlin you can force him to fight.” She could bearly hold back the tears. “Please Duncan help me you’re my only hope.”

“I’ll help you,” He said quickly. “We can leave for Japan immediately just let me inform Zheng that I’m leaving.” He said but she shook her head. He turned toward her and saw the tree vanished and her fading out.

“I haven’t actually left Japan,” She said as she faded away leaving him staring at where she once was. He was again reminded of the power she and the others like her had. He was left wondering if he’d made a mistake agreeing to help her. However, he’d already agreed so he went to find Zheng and then he would call Joe and tell him it would be a bit longer before he returned.

The End.


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Disclaimer: The various incarnations of the Highlander universe belong to Panzer/Davis and anyone I’m forgetting to mention. I am just borrowing them for my own and hopefully the enjoyment of other fans. Please don’t sue.

Note: This is part of the Deadman verse and takes place in the year 2003 for that fic verse. This follows The Request.

The Mistake

He approached the temple cautiously he knew Chiyo was going to be mad that he’d slipped her something and snuck off to deal with her challenger himself but she was no where near ready to face another immortal. He had been appalled to see how much her sword skills had atrophied over the years. He knew once she got over it and realized she was safe now and he hadn’t been hurt things would go back to how they had become over the last few months. He wasn’t ready to call it real love yet but he was falling for the sorcerous.

He felt it then the presence of another immortal and sped up as he headed toward the temple. He froze when he saw it wasn’t Chiyo at all but Agathe of Sparta standing there supervising folks taking things out of her home. “What are you doing here?”

“So you don’t know,” Agathe said turning toward him she looked just like the pictures Joe and Methos had shown him. “Chiyo is dead, she was beheaded by a young upstart while trying to find you to keep you from taking her place.”

“That cannot have happened,” He said staring at her in shock. “Why would she leave she should have stayed here where it was safe.” He’d left her a note stressing that she stay here that he would be back but that she wasn’t ready to face another immortal.

“She left because you underestimated how important your survival was to her,” Agathe said shaking her head. “She deep down believed because of prophecy that the man you were facing could not be defeated and she also deeply believes in the prophecies of our order that say your survival is important to the world.” She then turned toward the workers. “Have you collected everything I told you to take?”

“Yes, Ma’am everything,” one of them said and then she turned back toward him and handed him a slip of paper he saw it was a hotel and a note telling him to meet her there in the morning to discuss things.

“That’s it you are just walking away,” He wished they weren’t on holy ground so he could force her to stay and talk things out. “And where are you going with Chiyo’s things?” He was angry that they’d dare take them even if she was gone.

“I’m taking the things that could prove our organisation exists to the Watchers all I have left is her personal things and one item that I believe will confirm her death for you,” Agathe said grimly. “You should keep it; it will let you keep tabs on the one you call Merlin’s survival until he chooses to appear before you again.” She then began to walk off again. “I’ll see you tomorrow Macleod and I’ll tell you what I can about Merlin, your future and who killed Chiyo if you wish to hunt them down and avenge her death.”

He was about to follow her but he changed his mind and headed into the temple. It didn’t take him long to make his way to the room where Chiyo kept her tree. He was horrified when he saw there was only one light lit and that Chiyo’s sphere was now clear showing where another immortal now had her powers in a dormant state. He picked up the tree it was all he’d take with him but he was calling Joe as soon as he could he would find out who killed Chiyo and avenge her death.

The End


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Note: This is part of the Deadman verse and takes place in the year 2003 for that fic verse. This follows The Mistake

Long Over Due Conversation.

“Thank you for joining me for breakfast Duncan,” Agathe of Sparta said as he sat down at the table. “Which would like to know about first the origins of our covenant, what we believe your fate is, or why I was able to act so fast when Chiyo died?”

“I want to know who killed Chiyo,” He said angrily. He would deal with the rest of the problems after her killer was dead. “You said you would tell me that when I saw you today I don’t care about the rest of it.”

“I will tell you but not until we cover the other topics,” Agathe said dismissively. “I’m the third oldest immortal you have ever met Duncan Macleod I am over five thousand two hundred and ninety three years old do not presume to think you can demand I tell you anything.”

“You are claiming to be older than Methos,” He was amazed that she would claim that. “If that is true then Agathe of Sparta is not your real name?” He saw her nod and felt even more wary he had never actually believed in Methos before meeting him and now someone was claiming to be older.

“However, I am not older than Methos I simply took my first head earlier than he did,” She said shaking her head. “It may surprise you to know Duncan Macleod that Methos lived for half a millennium without taking his first head he was a pacifist early in life.” She then smiled. “It would probably surprise him as well.” She looked sad then. “Like Methos I can’t really remember before my first quickening no immortal as old as we are does.” She shook her head. “Those of us in the covenant believe something about the first quickening finishes our transformation into an awakened immortal after that our minds can endure for millennia but what happened before fades in time.” She then looked at him and smiled. “If you make it to two or three thousand years old you’ll understand that is the point where things start getting really fuzzy.”

“I suppose that makes sense so how do you know that Methos is the oldest immortal couldn’t there be some older than him?” He had never given much thought to if there was any doubt about Methos being the oldest immortal or not. He just assumed he was because everyone seemed to agree he was.

“Truthfully Duncan, I can’t say for sure Methos is definitely one of the oldest and it doesn’t matter if there might be another immortal a year or two older he is the one everyone searches for.” Agathe said with a shurg. “In fact I’d wager that if you Amanda and Methos all lived another five thousand years it wouldn’t be Methos people were hunting despite him now being ten thousand years old it would be you who would be considered the oldest immortal.” She was smiling then. “Your name is already well known and will probably be passed down through the generations exactly as Methos name was during his reign of terror.” She shrugged then, “the truth about who is oldest is like the truth about the game it doesn’t really matter in the long run.”

“How can you say that if the game doesn’t matter than we have been killing each other for millenia for no reason,” he said horrified at the very thought. “If that is the case then Darius was right and we should all lay down our swords.”

“Really lets say the game is false do you think that means it was wrong to kill Kronos or perhaps Kalas?” He flinched as he thought of them still being alive. “Oh don’t pretend you killed them for the game you killed them because you believed they needed to be killed that wouldn’t change even if the game is false.” She was smiling then as she said, “That’s what we intend for you to do by the way to kill the Oath breaker who destroyed the third covenant you see I can’t because even though he broke the Oath our own oath prohibits us from killing him it’s why the man you call Merlin just broke him instead of killing him.”

“I’m done here I won’t be your pawn,” He said angrily. “Now just tell me who killed Chiyo or I’m leaving and I’ll find out on my own.” He watched her then as she looked him over appraisingly and then motioned and a man got up from another table and left he came back with a scared young looking Japanese immortal.

“Duncan Macleod I’d like you to meet Jiro he’s the one who killed Chiyo,” Agathe said shaking her head. “Now you need to decide if that means he should die since at the time he killed her he’d just lost his teacher to a head hunter and was on his own for the first time and ran into an immortal who commanded that he get out of the way or die.” She got up then and started to walk away. “I’ll leave the two of you to talk; I’m sorry you weren’t willing to listen to the rest of waht I have to tell you but you’ll learn it all in time.” As she was walking away several men and women began following her out. “Goodbye Duncan Macleod I wish you well.”

He watched her walk away in disbelief and then turned back to the scared young immortal staring at him in horror. He made a silent vow that he would get to the bottom of what game Agathe and Merlin were playing and stop it. They shouldn’t be meddling in lives like this.

The End.

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Note: This is a new take on an old idea I had. Duncan waking from a coma caused by what happened at the race track. This is the second fic in my awakening verse.

The Call

He sat back listening to Joe telling stories of the old days to Nick Wolfe and wishing Amanda was in town so the younger immortal would keep his distance. It wasn’t that he disliked the younger man but he only got over to Paris to see Joe once a year and he was a bit put out that Joe was talking mainly with Nick.

His phone began to ring loudly surprising him he always turned his phones off when he came into Joe’s because Joe hated them going off when live music was playing. The only phone he didn’t turn off was the last one that should be ringing but he checked anyway and found himself staring at it. “Hello,” He said quickly. “Has something happened is there an enemy immortal sniffing around?” He asked worried that Anne had slipped up and Duncan was in danger or dead.

“No, I don’t know how but Duncan is awake and asking for you?” Anne said shock clear in her voice. “He says the last thing he remember is something about a race track in Paris.” He swore to himself. “I need to know what to tell him.”

“Tell him Joe and I will be there soon,” He said and after a quick good bye hung up the phone and looked over at Joe who had stopped talking to Nick. “Our friend just came out of the coma,” He said seeing Joe’s eyes widen. He could tell Nick was confused but this was a private matter and didn’t concern him. “I’ll get us the earliest plane tickets you should make arrangements.”

Joe nodded and turned toward Nick. “Can you run the bar for the next few days I’ll explain everything when I get back.” He was a bit surprised by that he knew Nick and Joe had become good friends while Nick lived in Paris but he hadn’t expected Joe to turn his bar over to him.
He pushed his surprise away and focused on figuring out how to deal with a awake Macleod as he knew it wasn’t going to be easy.

The End.


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Disclaimer: The various incarnations of the Highlander universe belong to Panzer/Davis and anyone I’m forgetting to mention. I am just borrowing them for my own and hopefully the enjoyment of other fans. Please don’t sue.

Note: This is a new take on an old idea I had. Duncan waking from a coma caused by what happened at the race track. This is the start of a whole new verse with no connection to my deadman verse.

Awakening.

She almost jumped in shock when she heard the moan and the weak voice from the other room. She’d been filling in for Adam Pierson once or twice a year for going on thirteen years now so she never expected to hear any noise from Duncan. She got up and headed into the other room and saw Duncan awake looking around with obvious confusion. “Anne,” He said clearly shocked at the fact she was older. “You look older and how did you get to Paris?”

“Your back in the states on your island home you’ve been here for thirteen years now in a coma,” She said seeing his confusion grow. “I don’t know how you ended up in the coma Adam never said.” She could tell he was confused. “Your immortal friend Adam Pierson hired me watch over you whenever he absolutely has to leave town since I know you.” She could tell he was still panicking. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I was in Paris at a race track...’ He looked horrified. “I need to speak to Adam or Joe right now.” She could tell he was clearly upset and he was trying to get out of bed immortal or not he wasn’t going anywhere after being in a coma that long.

“Listen to me Duncan,” She said quickly “I have Adam’s emergency cell number I’ll call him just lay back you aren’t going to be able to move for a while until you recover from your coma.” He reluctantly stopped struggling and she got up heading to the other room. “I’ll be right back.” She still felt like this couldn’t be real but she grabbed the phone to make the call. She never expected to see Duncan again in her life time.

The End.


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Awakening Verse


This is retake on the idea I visited with after the dream which is available on my past work journal and will some day be rewritten. This version of the idea differs pretty significantly other than Duncan waking up from a coma. It is done in the same style as my deadman verse so expect lots of fics that jump around in the timeline.

The fics


Awakening: Duncan wakes up after a thirteen year coma in the year 2010

The call: Methos recieves word that Duncan is awake form Anne.

The First Conversation: The first conversation Joe and Methos have with the awakened Macleod.

Notification Richie: Richie is informed that Duncan is awake and wants to see him.

Notification Amanda: Amanda Finds out Duncan is awake.

Gone: Joe learns Richie has vanished after faking his death again.

Distraction: Methos uses something from Richie's time during Duncan's coma to get Duncan to call off the search.

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