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18 April 2007 @ 10:10 am
Fic: The Memory Of This -- Part I  
After consultation with my peeps, I was convinced to post this in parts as I write it, as opposed to postng it all at once when I'm finished. We'll see how that idea works out :)

This is a sequel to 'By My Side, You'll Never Be', and is another Highlander/Holby City, Dan is Methos fic. Hope you enjoy it!

The Memory of This

A blonde nurse with kind eyes had directed Annabeth to a waiting area, telling her that someone would be out to tell her how Rebecca was doing. They’d taken her into theater, but couldn’t tell her how long it might be, or how badly she’d been hurt. Considering the accident had almost killed Annabeth, she could only hope that her mortal friend was much better off than she’d been.

She winced a little, feeling the pain of her insides still knitting together, putting a hand against the wall as a wave of dizziness washed across her. Being shot, it turned out, was much more pleasant than half a building collapsing onto you. Something had alerted her at the building site, and in a split second that had seemed to last an eternity, she’d been pushing Rebecca out of the way, taking the brunt of the collapse. It hadn’t quite killed her, and she shuddered remembering pulling herself off the steel reebar that had impaled her. Thankfully, she’d managed to free herself before the rescue crew had reached them, or this life would be over and it would be time to move on. Annabeth wasn’t quite ready for that just yet.

A few more hours passed, and she’d made all the required calls: to Rebecca’s husband Stephen, back home in Toronto, telling him about his wife’s accident. To Annabeth’s dinner date, making her apologies. And to her hotel, to have the concierge send over some clothes that weren’t covered in blood. Now, she was pacing in nervous tension, waiting for news about her business partner, and friend, hearing the crack of concrete, seeing the steel beam falling towards them over and over again.

Closing her eyes, she took a calming breath. Rebecca would be fine. She had to be. Then her stomach dropped with a sickening lurch as the presence of another immortal washed over her. Not here, not now -- she wasn’t in any state to fight.


Maybe an unknown immortal intent on taking her head wasn’t the worst option after all, she thought with more than a trace of bitterness. Of course they’d end up at his hospital.

Opening her eyes, she turned to the voice, steeling herself. “Adam… Sorry, Daniel,” she corrected. It had been nearly a year since their chance meeting in a London hotel lobby, a meeting that she'd done her best to forget in the intervening months. Nothing good could come from dwelling on the past. Pushing back her personal feelings for what was her primary concern, she asked, “Were you Rebecca’s surgeon?” He nodded. “How is she?” She searched his face for some clue.

He was all composed professionalism. “It was touch and go, and she’s still not out of the woods, but she’s young and strong. I think she has a good chance.”

Nodding, she pressed her hands together. “And the baby?”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, there was too much damage.”

She swallowed hard, fighting back the tears. Her little goddaughter to be. Silently, she said a prayer, consigning her soul to heaven. “I’ll need to tell her,” she said faintly.

“No, I’ll do that,” he said softly, his voice full of empathy. Now he stood right in front of her, his hands coming to rest against her arms. “How are you doing, Annabeth?”

Shaking her head sharply, she shivered in his gentle grasp.

“Annabeth,” he prompted.

“Other than my insides feeling like a cocktail stirred with a reebar swizzle stick, I’m just dandy!” she snapped, instantly feeling remorse for her harshness. “I’m sorry—“

He shushed her. “Shhh, it’s okay.” His hand slipped down to her wrist, feeling her pulse.”

“Isn’t that a little pointless, considering?” she asked with a quirk of her brow.

“Not at all actually,” he replied with a grin. “How much of that blood you’re covered in is yours?”

She looked down at herself ruefully, then back up at him. “Probably the majority of it,” she admitted.

“Reebar swizzle sticks not withstanding, massive blood loss takes the longest to recover from for one of us. Any dizziness?” His lips twisted with grim amusement as she nodded. “You need to be careful. If you faint, I won’t be able to keep my minions from swooping down on you.”


“Oh yes, one in particular. Ferreting out gossip and secrets is her specialty, even over surgery.”

Laughing despite herself, she told him, “I’ll be careful.”

“Good girl.” His fingers briefly brushed across her cheek, before he stepped back, catching the attention of a young redheaded nurse that was passing by. “Maria, could you please get Miss Avery a cup of coffee? Black, three sugars,” he instructed.

The girl nodded enthusiastically. “Right away, Mr. Clifford.”

“And find Dr. Young and tell her I’d like to see her as soon as possible.”

“Yeah, sure!” She hurried off to carry out his instructions.

“One of your minions?” Annabeth swayed a little and she pressed her fists against her eyelids, fighting back a wave of exhaustion.

“More like a minionette.” Taking her hand, he drew her back to the chairs that lined the wall. “I want you to sit here for a bit and get some of your strength back. I need to check on Rebecca, and then I’ll be back to give you an update, okay?”

Sinking into the chair, she just nodded, not really having the will to argue with him, knowing he was right. “I won’t move, promise.”


And many thanks to the aforementioned peeps for all their input and help! (I did add a bit more to the part, because I'm a tweaker!)

enchantersnightenchantersnight on April 18th, 2007 05:52 pm (UTC)
Yay you answered my prayer for a continuation of your story!

Actually maybe you just read minds as I had a very pleasant dream about Dr Pierson the other night, can't remember much but it was probably Methos I was with :)
Ith: Japan -  Lady Readingithildyn on April 18th, 2007 06:23 pm (UTC)
Cool, I'm answering prayers now :)

Sounds like a lovely dream!
But, I don't want to be a pie,: methos2idontlikegravy on April 18th, 2007 07:12 pm (UTC)
“More like a minionette.”
Yay! More of Clifford the Tall Dark Dish. *sighs*
I'm really pleased you're continuing this fic, I love the Dan is Methos thing and I really enjoy the character of Annabeth too. :)
Ith: Grey's - Seriouslyithildyn on April 18th, 2007 07:18 pm (UTC)
I'm pleased you're pleased [g] Despite the first part, I'm going to strive for some lighter, dare I say 'frothy', moments [g]
Rachel: writingdragon_within on April 18th, 2007 10:40 pm (UTC)
Ugh! Please tell me you have more!
Ith: Taste - Wine & Cheeseithildyn on April 18th, 2007 10:50 pm (UTC)
Here [taps forehead], but not in print quite yet. Well, one little segment is all. But I will have the laptop on vacation, so hope to get some writing done. Uless I'm really motivated and write more tonight/tomorrow. It could happen. Send me wine!
Racheldragon_within on April 18th, 2007 10:54 pm (UTC)
LOL I'll send whatever you need as a bribe for more fic!
Alicia: hl ~ methos ~ centuries ~ mediamond9697 on April 19th, 2007 02:57 am (UTC)
Woohoo! Methos is Dan rules!
Ith: Holby - Amusedithildyn on April 19th, 2007 03:09 am (UTC)
I like to think so :)
seashell14seashell14 on April 19th, 2007 06:36 am (UTC)
Yay for posting the WIP, looking forward to the next part.
Ith: Art - Forest Quillithildyn on April 19th, 2007 04:21 pm (UTC)
And I'm looking forward to wrting it! I think [g]
Sophie: Methos5sophiedb on April 19th, 2007 07:53 am (UTC)
Very nice indeed, though being impaled by rebar sounds very painful *eep*
Ith: Grey's - Seriouslyithildyn on April 19th, 2007 04:23 pm (UTC)
Oddly enough, the first bit of the story that popped into my head was the swizzle stick line. I heard her say it, then I had to think of a story to write around it. Yeah, my brain is a scary place [g]

Thanks :)
Carol Bartholomew: Cat and dollcarolhelga on April 19th, 2007 09:02 pm (UTC)
I am not familar with the story line from your cross, only the HL one. Even so, I'm truly enjoying this. I like seeing Methos as other than what he's like in HL.
Ith: Holby - Sexyithildyn on April 19th, 2007 10:33 pm (UTC)
It's pretty much your basic medical soap opera with Peter playing Dan Clifford, a surgeon who's a bit of a, I think Peter explained it as, a 'doo doo stirrer' [g] He excels at winding people up. He runs the General Surgical Department, so oversees a staff of other consultants, registrars and SHOs.

I'm glad you're enjoying it :)
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Ith: Holby - Sexyithildyn on February 12th, 2008 10:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you :) I really should try and finish it at some point!
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Ith: Holby - Lookithildyn on February 12th, 2008 11:57 pm (UTC)
:) Once Peter left Holby, my muse kind if dried up. I'll try and get back to it one of these days!