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 Thirteen
Triona paced the length of the lounge and back again. There was something, at the edge of her thoughts, which she knew would be the answer to sending him away and getting Methos back. If only she had that spark, that something that took one past normal intelligence to genius. If she had been a Leah Brahms or a Zephram Cochrane, she would have figured out the answer by now. But she wasn’t, and each revelation, each leap, was accomplished with pure stubbornness and sheer will that was matched only by desperation.
He wasn’t there; leaving her locked in the lounge while he saw to other things. Whatever those things were, she was just thankful he wasn’t here with her now. His presence left her feeling sick and tainted, forestalling any chance she might have of what had passed between them, of her violation, to be pushed into a dark corner of her mind.
Somehow, he seemed to tap into her darkest fears and insecurities. She wished she could blame it all on Methos’ journals, but she knew that wasn’t all of it. No matter what she tried to tell herself, it had been almost impossible to totally ignore his insights into her soul. Even though she knew he was manipulating her, that it was something he was expert at, despite it all, he was breaking her down. Was the mentally broken Triona he knew so different from her? After all, hadn’t she herself nearly lost her sanity seven years ago? Was madness inevitable?
Methos had brought her back from that darkness then. But he wasn’t here now. She was alone. Truly alone for the first time in so many centuries that part of her didn’t know if she could cope. The thing she couldn’t acknowledge, the fear that whispered its poison, was that Methos was dead, or unable to ever return. But she couldn’t let herself fall prey to that hopelessness. If she had no hope, there would never be any escape.
Dropping into the chair at the computer station, she buried her face in her hands. No, that was him talking. He wanted her to doubt herself, to doubt those that loved her. She could do this. She had to – there was no one else.
Quantum equations and formulas battled with haphazard thoughts of her captor, creating a hellish mental picture. Fighting back despair, Triona forced herself to remember joys of the past. In her mind’s eye, she conjured up that first glimpse of Methos, standing at the front door, looking like an encyclopedia salesman. Then the night that had followed, his warmth melting her frozen soul. Making her believe there was a future that wasn’t doomed to darkness. He had been a light shining into the night. He was her hope and her love, and she couldn’t fail him.
And a much more recent memory, the first time she’d held her daughter in her arms. Something she had never thought possible. For Lucia, she would do anything, fight any battle, move heaven and earth to protect her. The life of her mortal daughter was racing past so quickly and Triona had sworn to do whatever it took to make that life a happy one.
Then, out of grief and memory, that spark finally came. Her head snapped up, eyes shining with sudden knowledge as she furiously entered data into the computer. The seconds it took to reveal a result were like an eternity. But then, there it was -- the answer. Methos could come home, and her nightmare would end; their nightmare would end.
Time had passed nearly unnoticed as she lost herself in fine tuning the calculations, so she was actually startled at the sound of the lounge door opening. That surprise was quickly replaced by a jolt of fear and uncertainty as the twisted double of Methos entered the room. She held absolutely still as he ran a hand through her hair.
“You are single-minded,” he observed softly, glancing at the monitor in front of her. “You probably didn’t even miss me.” She clenched her jaw, but made no other reaction to his taunting. The hand that had been stroking her hair now pulled her head back. “And that just won’t do,” he whispered as he took her lips with his, raising her out of the chair to pull her across the small room.
Then as abruptly as he’d taken her, he released her, pushing Triona back onto the couch before dropping into a chair across from her. His gaze upon her was like an oily caress. There was no real inkling to what he was thinking, and his silence unnerved her.
She took a steadying breath, trying to ignore the look in his eyes. “I know how to send you back,” she finally said into the quiet. “There’s still time, before the sun rises, if we leave now.” She couldn’t quite suppress the note of relief in her voice.
“Is that so?” There was still nothing to indicate what he might be feeling.
“Well done!” He sprawled in the chair as if he had been poured into it, his long legs extended out in front of him. “I knew you’d figure it out eventually. She, your double, probably has as well.”
“There’s nothing to stop you from going back home, not now.” Please, God, let it be over.
“I’m devastated that you’re so eager to be rid of me, dearest! I thought we had something special, you and I.” His mocking tone was accompanied by a cruelly amused grin.
Choking back a hiss of rage, she twisted at the folds of the scarlet silk dress she was once again wearing. “Is your life so empty that you have nothing better to do than to torment me?” she shouted, her fury demanding outlet. “You have galaxies to conquer and suffering to inflict! I’d have thought you’d be chomping at the bit to go back to your twisted, freakish reality!”
Methos pushed himself out of the chair; the careless posture of before replaced with a predatory grace as he crossed the small space between them. “I think you forget yourself, little one.” He leaned over her, his eyes like cold jade. “I decide when this ends. You would do well to remember that.”
Laughter grated out like sandpaper. “As if I could forget!”
Sinking down onto the cushioned seat, he pressed into her. “Oh, but I think you have forgotten. If you want me gone, and him back at your side, you need to convince me.”
Triona couldn’t stop herself from shivering as his hand ran up her thigh. It was like a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. Soon, she told herself. Soon, he would be gone. Just a little longer, just a little more humiliation, and it would all be over. It had to be over. She didn’t know how much more she could take before she snapped, dooming Methos to an eternity in the hell of the mirror universe he was trapped in.
His lips slid along the line of her jaw, his breath hot against her face. “Convince me, Triona,” he commanded, his voice not much more than a whisper as it wafted past her ear. “Please me, and you can have it all back; your heart’s desire. You said you’d do anything to get him back. Now, you get to prove it.”