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 Four
Methos had no idea what had happened, except that he wasn’t in Kansas anymore. He’d recognized the voices of course, but that didn’t quite negate the shock of seeing Kronos and Triona, her arm looped possessively through his, standing at the edge of the ring that surrounded the alien device. From somewhere in the past, he remembered Spock telling him and Triona about a mirror universe of their own that the Enterprise had encountered in its first five-year mission. Could this be that universe?
Kronos looked much the same as he always had. Triona, on the other hand, had a brittleness and harshness that was totally foreign to the familiar visage of his wife. Her short spiked hair did nothing to soften the sharp edges of her face. More than anything, her eyes, cold and angry, struck home the knowledge that this was not his reality.
Finally, Kronos spoke. “This is an unforeseen turn of events.” His eyes held that slightly amused expression that Methos knew so well. Like a cat deciding whether it wanted to play with the mouse or just snap its neck. “What happened?” he asked the woman at his side.
Triona removed her malevolent regard from Methos to answer Kronos’ question. “There was a wave of quantum energy that was released when the device activated. “
“Fortunate indeed that we placed a forcefield over the area then.” He ran his hand across her short hair affectionately. “Well done, my love.”
She visibly blossomed with Kronos’ approval. “If that wave had hit us, it would have broken nearly every bone in our bodies.”
Methos heart fell at that last. They hadn’t had a forcefield, which meant Triona… His worried thoughts were interrupted by Kronos’ next question. “And our Methos? What happened to him?”
Shrugging, she looked at the scanner she held in one hand. “My best guess is that Methos is wherever he came from.” Once more Triona was looking at Methos with a look that he was sure she wished could kill.
This was a nightmare and a wave of cold nausea washed over him as he realized just how bad it was. Triona would be injured from the blast, totally defenseless against the man who had taken his place in their reality. He didn’t have to imagine the outcome, only cast his mind back to his own past. Brutally he pushed back the fear and worry; there was nothing he could do for his wife now. He had to be in control, had to keep calm. Methos couldn’t afford to make a mistake if he was going to have any chance of getting back home. That was the best he could do for Triona now.
Kronos once again addressed Methos, “Any thoughts?”
“I thought the device was a repository of knowledge. That’s all I thought it was. I’m not a physicist, I don’t know what might have happened” He waved a hand at Triona. “She’s the expert.”
Crossing her arms, she narrowed her eyes, looking at him suspiciously, and Kronos laughed. “Yes, she is. And you are quite different from our Methos to admit that.”
“It’s only the truth,” Methos pointed out. “You want your Methos back, and I want to go home, and she’s the one that is most likely to accomplish that.” And anything he could do to remind her that he wasn’t the man she hated was a step in the right direction.
“We could just kill you,” she noted coolly, her hand drifting down to the phaser at her belt.
Kronos’ hand went around her wrist. “There will be no killing, is that clear?” When she didn’t immediately reply, the hand tightened its grip and she winced at the pain. “Is that clear?” He now focused his entire attention on the woman at his side.
Methos could see the struggle play out across her eyes, debating whether killing him would be worth defying Kronos. Then her shoulders slumped a little. She’d made her choice. “It’s clear.”
His grip loosened, but still he held her wrist. “Good girl. Besides, we may need him to get our Methos back.”
Her eyes flashed and Methos knew that had been exactly what she’d been thinking. He definitely needed to watch his back where she was concerned. Fear of Kronos’ retribution should she defy him might not be quite enough to stay her hand in the end.
Lifting her hand, he kissed the palm, smiling down at her approvingly. “That’s settled then. Methos, you will join us at our camp as our guest until we can send you on your way.”
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