crack fic

Jan. 28th, 2012 09:57 am
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I ran across this on norsekink (which is odd as it is a highlander drabble) and just about died laughing.  I just had to put it here for your amusement.

By-Anon

Methos stares at the little stick, the one he pissed on, and wonders how this is his life. Throughout his 5000 odd years of life he had precious few constants. 1.) He cannot die unless someone cuts off his head. 2.) No fighting on Holy Ground. 3.) Immortals do not have children.

Methos drags his gaze away from the damnable stick to stare at his stomach. He'd thought he'd caught some kind of flu, but he didn't have a fever or any other symptoms aside from odd hungers and difficulty sleeping. It was the paunch developing that worried him, and a whisper of fancy that caused him to break down and buy the pregnancy kit.

And, Methos thought with horror, everyone DID wonder were Immortals came from. Good Lord, if the men were in fact the bearers... how embarrassing... no wonder they were all foundlings...
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Title: The Vanished Voyeur Job
Author: SANTAR, OF THE HILL PEOPLE
Written for: [info]fractured_sun
Crossover: Highlander, Leverage
Characters: Methos, Duncan, Amanda, Eliot, Hardison, Parker, Joe, Nate, assorted bit players.
Rating: PG
Summary: Someone has kidnapped the wrong people.  Someone else (several of them) is not happy about it.

Preview:

“No. No. NO. I won’t calm down. You vanish, and then Eliot and Parker disappear into the last rundown dump of an Irish bar in Seacouver...it’s like From Dusk ‘Til Dawn with shamrocks. I have a guy who calls himself Pale Rider tapping on my window with a broadsword, and you want me to calm down?”

“If you wanted a broadsword, you should have said so,” Adam obliged. The poniard disappeared, and the long, grey, unforgiving length of a hand and a half blade took it’s place.

Hardison sat as still as petrified wood, the phone glued to his ear, his eyes glued to the sword. Then slowly, and very carefully, he rolled down the window, inch by inch. Just as slowly, he unstuck the phone, and extended it out to the end of his reach.

“It’s for you.”


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Title:
A Bang-up Job in Carson Wells
Author: Diane/[info]dswdiane aka Not Kilt Boy
Genre: crossover
Author's Notes: It is important to this story to know that Matthew McCormick was Cory Raines' first teacher after Cory became an Immortal. It might also help to know that Matthew and Clay Mosby were played by the same actor, Eric McCormack. It also helps in reading this to imagine that both Mosby and McCormick speak with a cultured, educated, but carefully drawled, Southern accent.
Summary: Cory and Fitz are on the lam from a botched robbery in Europe. Connor is taking them to Carson Wells at the request of Colonel Clay Mosby who has asked for assistance. Adventures occur.

Snippet:

Connor halted his own horse and looked at Fitz with little sympathy. "Did I ask you to involve yourself with Cory Raines in a robbery in which both of you idiots were seen by so many people that you had to leave Europe? Probably until you manage to outlive all of them?" He wheeled his horse and looked at Cory who was starting humming aimlessly while lifting his hands in the air in surrender.

"Did I ask you to rob a couch carrying with a diplomat from Rome, a French marquis , an English duke, and an envoy from Austria? What the hell were you thinking?" Connor demanded.

(A Bang-up Job in Carson Wells)

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