FIC: No Help At All (BtVS/HL)
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tth100 prompt: Dawn
Crossover fandom: Highlander
Characters: Dawn, Methos, Joe
Prompt: 100 -- Dry (master table)
Word Count: 525
Rating: PG/FR7
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all things Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Davis-Panzer Productions et al. own all things Highlander. Only the story is my own.
Note: A follow-up to Drinking Buddies.
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"What are you working on?"
Methos didn't need to look up to know that it was that odd Slayer's Watcher woman, Dawn Summers. "Working," he said absently as he scratched more lines in his notebook. The translation was taking forever. It didn't help that he hadn't spoken Etruscan in almost three thousand years. He didn't have time for interruptions.
"Can I help?"
"No." Something occurred to Methos, and he dropped his pen, grabbing one of the books at his side.
"Okay then."
Methos thought she had gone, but it didn't really matter as he found the page that he wanted, and began writing again. The flow of the language was coming back to him, slowly, and he was falling into the translation.
He didn't quite hear the soft question, and said, "Yes," just to get her to be quiet. It worked, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Dawn walk out of the bar.
After about an hour, Methos finally found a place in the translation that he could stop, and he tossed down his pen in triumph. Such was the cover life of a grad student, he thought as he stood to stretch his old joints. Walking over to the bar, he flashed a lazy grin at Joe. "How about a beer?"
He didn't understand the glare Joe shot him, nor the silence with which the beer was poured.
"What?"
Joe began wiping the bar top with more vigour than was necessary. "She's a lot younger than you are."
That could apply to anybody, Methos thought. Well, actually, it applied to everybody. "Who?"
"Dawn." Joe began stacking glasses. "I thought you said you weren't interested in her."
His mouth suddenly dry, Methos put his glass back on the bar. "What are you talking about?"
Joe muttered something under his breath. "She asked you out on a date, remember?"
It must have been the question he didn't hear, Methos realized. "She didn't..."
"She did," Joe retorted. "I give you a week, tops, before she figures out what you are."
"I'll just have to be careful, then, right?" Methos snapped back. He knew how well Dawn dug things up, it was her job. The last thing he needed was Dawn Summers digging up his past. "I'll see you later."
Quickly, Methos gathered up his books and jacket, and stalked out of the bar.
Joe stared after the old man. Carrie, one of the waitresses, put her tray on the bar and said, "She finally asked him?"
"Yeah," Joe said, shaking his head. The question of when and how Dawn would ask Methos out for dinner had been a hot topic of gossip at the bar for weeks now.
"Good for her," Carrie said firmly. "Then why did he storm out of here in a huff?"
Joe shrugged, even though he knew full well. What Joe found so interesting was not that Dawn had asked, and in such a sneaky manner as well. What was interesting was that Methos didn't even think to call her back and cancel the date.
This should prove interesting, Joe thought as he went to fill the drink order.
The end (for now)
tth100 prompt: DawnCrossover fandom: Highlander
Characters: Dawn, Methos, Joe
Prompt: 100 -- Dry (master table)
Word Count: 525
Rating: PG/FR7
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all things Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Davis-Panzer Productions et al. own all things Highlander. Only the story is my own.
Note: A follow-up to Drinking Buddies.
"What are you working on?"
Methos didn't need to look up to know that it was that odd Slayer's Watcher woman, Dawn Summers. "Working," he said absently as he scratched more lines in his notebook. The translation was taking forever. It didn't help that he hadn't spoken Etruscan in almost three thousand years. He didn't have time for interruptions.
"Can I help?"
"No." Something occurred to Methos, and he dropped his pen, grabbing one of the books at his side.
"Okay then."
Methos thought she had gone, but it didn't really matter as he found the page that he wanted, and began writing again. The flow of the language was coming back to him, slowly, and he was falling into the translation.
He didn't quite hear the soft question, and said, "Yes," just to get her to be quiet. It worked, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Dawn walk out of the bar.
After about an hour, Methos finally found a place in the translation that he could stop, and he tossed down his pen in triumph. Such was the cover life of a grad student, he thought as he stood to stretch his old joints. Walking over to the bar, he flashed a lazy grin at Joe. "How about a beer?"
He didn't understand the glare Joe shot him, nor the silence with which the beer was poured.
"What?"
Joe began wiping the bar top with more vigour than was necessary. "She's a lot younger than you are."
That could apply to anybody, Methos thought. Well, actually, it applied to everybody. "Who?"
"Dawn." Joe began stacking glasses. "I thought you said you weren't interested in her."
His mouth suddenly dry, Methos put his glass back on the bar. "What are you talking about?"
Joe muttered something under his breath. "She asked you out on a date, remember?"
It must have been the question he didn't hear, Methos realized. "She didn't..."
"She did," Joe retorted. "I give you a week, tops, before she figures out what you are."
"I'll just have to be careful, then, right?" Methos snapped back. He knew how well Dawn dug things up, it was her job. The last thing he needed was Dawn Summers digging up his past. "I'll see you later."
Quickly, Methos gathered up his books and jacket, and stalked out of the bar.
Joe stared after the old man. Carrie, one of the waitresses, put her tray on the bar and said, "She finally asked him?"
"Yeah," Joe said, shaking his head. The question of when and how Dawn would ask Methos out for dinner had been a hot topic of gossip at the bar for weeks now.
"Good for her," Carrie said firmly. "Then why did he storm out of here in a huff?"
Joe shrugged, even though he knew full well. What Joe found so interesting was not that Dawn had asked, and in such a sneaky manner as well. What was interesting was that Methos didn't even think to call her back and cancel the date.
This should prove interesting, Joe thought as he went to fill the drink order.
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Date: 2005-10-28 04:14 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing this. It's gorgeous. But then, all your fics are gorgeous.
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Date: 2005-10-28 04:39 am (UTC)I just can't wait to see what a disaster the date is.
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Date: 2005-10-28 09:17 am (UTC)Always willing to read your stories, especially when it features my favourite ROG! And the Dawn/Methos pairing is an unusual one.
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Date: 2005-10-28 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-10-28 02:40 pm (UTC)More on this little relationship to come :)
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Date: 2005-10-28 02:42 pm (UTC)I guess there isn't much Dawn/Methos fic out there... oh well. Time for more!
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Date: 2005-10-29 06:24 pm (UTC)