Ith (ithildyn) wrote,

'I Remember You Not Fondly' (03/20)

Rating: R for violence & non-consensual sex.
Notes: A story in the Bloodties series, set in the Star Trek future/time line, but no ST characters, just the 'Mirror, Mirror' concept.
Characters: Methos, Duncan MacLeod, MirrorMethos, Kronos, Silas, Lucien LaCroix, Original Characters
Summary: When Methos' past becomes part of the present, the consequences could be deadly for those close to him.

If you're new to the series, you can find an overview here.


I Remember You Not Fondly ~ Part Three

Everything froze in that moment. It wasn’t Methos, and yet it was undeniably him. She tried to process what was before her, tried to make sense of the utter wrongness of it all. His face, his voice, but nothing of him before her. What had happened? Where was her Methos? A sharp slap across her face interrupted her frenzied thoughts.

“I asked you a question! And you will answer!” he commanded in a voice that held none of the softness of her husband’s and yet was familiar enough to twist at her heart.

“I didn’t bring you here,” she choked out. “That thing must have.” She indicated the alien device with her chin.

He narrowed his eyes, looking at her speculatively. “You must have done something,” he accused.

“I didn’t! I was scanning it, there was some sort of energy wave, and it threw me against the rock. I must have been unconscious for hours from the impact.” Triona swallowed, trying to control her racing heart as she looked at him squarely.

His hair was longer, and he was dressed all in harsh outlines of dark leather and stiff fabric. Not at all like the comfortable and relaxed clothing that Methos preferred. But it was clothing of the present, not the past. The fabrics and accessories were undeniably that of the twenty-fourth century. So one theory was discarded; this wasn’t some sort of time travel, not her Methos from somewhere in his past. That realization wasn’t as comforting as it might have been. The alternative was more than unthinkable, and she swallowed again, her mind racing through possibilities, each more frightening than the last.

“Scanning. You didn’t touch it?” She shook her head. “So you come here alone, to this planet, to what?” he demanded.

“I…” her voice shook. “I… it was something I’ve been researching. This planet, its dead civilization.” Somehow she thought it would be better not to volunteer any information. Not to let him know he had a double. A double she prayed was still somewhere within reach. Please God, let him be okay.

This time the blow that struck her face knocked her back down to the ground and she choked back a cry at the agony that blossomed anew across her mangled body. “Try again,” he told her in a voice that chilled her to the bone. Something was thrown to the ground next to her and her heart sank, seeing her data pad. Stupid, stupid, she berated herself. In the time you were unconscious, of course he looked though your belongings!

Once more she was being dragged up, this time to her feet, blackness floating before her eyes as her damaged body, still trying to heal from its many wounds tried to compensate. He held her up with one arm, pointing down at her data pad with the other. “Tell me everything or I swear to you that you will regret even the air you breathe.”

She shuddered at the menace in his voice, knowing without any doubt that it was no idle threat. Looking down at the device at her feet, she saw the picture on the screen was one taken just before this trip; a family photo of her, Methos, LaCroix, Lucia, and Stephanie. Briefly she closed her eyes, holding the memory of her family close to her heart. She had to be strong – for herself and for them.

“I’m waiting.” This was said against her ear, his cool breath skimming across her face. It was all she could do not to shy away from his closeness. But even in her confused state, she knew that would be a mistake.

A shaky breath, and another. Then she said, “Methos had been translating the texts from this planet. We found the device and he thought it was a repository of knowledge and history.”

“And you? What did you think?”

Still, he was too close to her and she held herself as still as possible. “I… I had doubts, but nothing quantifiable, only intuition. Nothing to make a reasoned decision from.”

“So you let him activate the device.” That was said almost like an accusation.

“No!” She shook her head. “Yes, I suppose. But it wasn’t like he was trying to activate anything. We thought he was opening an archive. That’s all!”

He took her chin in a hard grip, searching her eyes. Then, abruptly, he let her go and she fell to her knees with a painful thud. He whirled away, arms akimbo, pacing back and forth. Then he was staring down at her again.

“And what is he to you?” He laughed harshly. “What am I to you?”

“You aren’t him!” she protested. “You aren’t.”

Speculatively he considered her for a moment, before replying, “Perhaps not, but I doubt we’re that much different.” Once more, he was crouching down to look her in the eyes. “Now, answer my question, woman! What is he to you?”

Laughing with more than a touch of hysteria, she fought back tears. “What is he to me? He’s everything to me! He’s my husband, and I want him back!”

His laughter shattered the relative quiet. “Husband! Now that I was not expecting!” Sinking to one knee, he brushed her hair back from her face. “There’s no rush, Triona.” Her eyes widened in shock. “Oh yes, I know you very well. Or at least, I know your doppelgänger. I know her very well indeed.” His hand stilled against her cheek. “And I am sure you and I, we will get to know one another quite well too.”

Tags: duncan macleod, fic, fic: forever knight, fic: highlander, fic: star trek, fic: xover/au, kronos, lacroix, methos, series: 'bloodties', triona macalpine

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