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Fic: The Price of Survival (Highlander)
Title: The Price of Survival
Author: JE /immortalje
Character: Methos
Summary: Methos considers the past, the present and the future and what he would do - and did - to survive.
Rating: FRT
Words: 375
Beta: None
Other Locations: Ao3
AN: This takes place at the end/post the episode 3x15 "Revelations 6:8"
The Price of Survival
Methos would do anything to survive. Running, cheating, whoring himself out, betrayal, pacts with the devil. Cutting those lose that reflected badly on him and easily would turn on him was just another measure. Letting someone else do the deed, take the risk of the fight, just one more step to keep himself safe. Fighting Silas while Kronos and MacLeod fought might not have been part of the plan, but that ended up working out as well. Doubly so. Not only did it reveal his betrayal to Kronos at an inopportune moment for Kronos, giving MacLeod the right motivation to fight. It also ended with MacLeod stopping Cassandra from killing him while he let the grief consume him.
His backup plan hadn’t allowed for any of that. His backup plan had been to take Kronos’ head while weak from the Quickening. No moment of grief there. No factoring in Cassandra, but really, he’d fought battles in the wake of Quickenings before and as much as Cassandra had learned, as much as anger and fury fuelled her, a part of her still saw him as her owner, still bowed to him, feared him. He knew how to use that. Had used it countless times before. Not to mention, he’d kept track of her through the watchers just like he had his brothers. He knew the remarks about her fighting. She was no danger to him. Not unless she caught him unaware and, typically, he didn’t allow himself to be unaware.
He didn’t particularly care to be the last one standing, but that didn’t mean he wanted to die. There was still so much to learn, to discover, to observe and for as long as people existed, he could try his hands at manipulating them, controlling them and the true art lay in them never even knowing it. Acting from the shadows was much more satisfying than ruling publicly. Something Kronos never understood. In the end, you either managed to swim beside him or he made sure you would sink. Sooner or later. He did give people he liked the chance to catch up. He’d given Kronos and the others over two millennia. He’d liked them a lot though.
Let’s see how long he would give MacLeod.
Author: JE /
immortaljeCharacter: Methos
Summary: Methos considers the past, the present and the future and what he would do - and did - to survive.
Rating: FRT
Words: 375
Beta: None
Other Locations: Ao3
AN: This takes place at the end/post the episode 3x15 "Revelations 6:8"
The Price of Survival
Methos would do anything to survive. Running, cheating, whoring himself out, betrayal, pacts with the devil. Cutting those lose that reflected badly on him and easily would turn on him was just another measure. Letting someone else do the deed, take the risk of the fight, just one more step to keep himself safe. Fighting Silas while Kronos and MacLeod fought might not have been part of the plan, but that ended up working out as well. Doubly so. Not only did it reveal his betrayal to Kronos at an inopportune moment for Kronos, giving MacLeod the right motivation to fight. It also ended with MacLeod stopping Cassandra from killing him while he let the grief consume him.
His backup plan hadn’t allowed for any of that. His backup plan had been to take Kronos’ head while weak from the Quickening. No moment of grief there. No factoring in Cassandra, but really, he’d fought battles in the wake of Quickenings before and as much as Cassandra had learned, as much as anger and fury fuelled her, a part of her still saw him as her owner, still bowed to him, feared him. He knew how to use that. Had used it countless times before. Not to mention, he’d kept track of her through the watchers just like he had his brothers. He knew the remarks about her fighting. She was no danger to him. Not unless she caught him unaware and, typically, he didn’t allow himself to be unaware.
He didn’t particularly care to be the last one standing, but that didn’t mean he wanted to die. There was still so much to learn, to discover, to observe and for as long as people existed, he could try his hands at manipulating them, controlling them and the true art lay in them never even knowing it. Acting from the shadows was much more satisfying than ruling publicly. Something Kronos never understood. In the end, you either managed to swim beside him or he made sure you would sink. Sooner or later. He did give people he liked the chance to catch up. He’d given Kronos and the others over two millennia. He’d liked them a lot though.
Let’s see how long he would give MacLeod.