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Summary: Highlander / NUMB3RS crossover. There's an Immortal on the Team.

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Highlander > Non-BtVS/AtS Stories > Crossover: Other
Television > Numb3rs > Non-BTVS/AtS Stories
PaBurkeFR1551,34621714,0216 Jan 086 Jan 08Yes


Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended, no money made, no characters created.
Spoilers: Season three of Highlander, season one of NUMB3RS
Summary: It’s all in how you define the terms. 5th (and final) story of the ‘Intelligence’ story line.
Word Count: 300

Don had become more focused during practice bouts. Even his Watcher had noted in a report to Joe’s daughter that Amy had forwarded to Methos. MacLeod had talked to Methos several times to ensure he was taking his student seriously.

Methos had shrugged off Macleod’s concerns. The Watcher and MacLeod had noticed the change in the last months; Methos had noticed it in the last years.

Don was determined to win. It was bound to happen eventually, but Don was determined to make it sooner.

Methos blinked the sweat out of his eyes and acknowledged that Don might win this particular fight. Methos would not give him win , he’d make Don earn it.

Three swings later and Methos would have been headless if it had been a real challenge.

“Yield.” Methos spoke into the charged silence.

Don didn’t smile or celebrate. He did step back, which made Methos breath easier. Then Don’s sword started to waver and his hands shook. Don dropped the sword and stumbled to his knees. His hands covered his face.

MacLeod hurried over from his observation post. “Don?”

The young Immortal threw his head back with laughter; weak, broken, hysterical laughter.

Duncan and Methos looked at each other and worried.

“Hundred twenty years,” Don finally gasped out. “One hundred and twenty years to win.”

“Don?” the oldest Immortal asked.

“Charlie always was right. He’s dead- has been for decades- and he’s still right.” Don shook his head and laughed some more. “It didn’t matter that I tried to beat his time-line, Charlie was right –yet again.”

Methos and MacLeod understood what had happened. They left wordlessly. They left Don alone to mourn and rejoice over his first family and his only brother.

They understood those kinds of bonds and their toll and assistance to an Immortal.



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