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tigriswolfTitle: I wrote you a song with the words you spoke
Fandom: One Direction RPF/Stargate Atlantis
Disclaimer: the fictional characters aren’t mine and all the real people belong to themselves; title from “Where Do Broken Hearts Go?”
Warnings: future!fic for SGA; AU for One Direction (obviously); references to genocide, the wraith eating people, and Louis’ entire family dying
Pairings: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Rating: PG/13
Wordcount: 430
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any/any, do you remember the day we fell in love?
Follows this, where Louis is a runner in the Pegasus galaxy and Harry’s an Earthborn scientist in Atlantis.
"Do you remember the day we fell in love?" Harry asks one evening out on the pier, the sun setting across the water. It doesn't quite smell like home and the water is a bit warmer than he's used to (for now) but it is lovely. He hadn't noticed, before Louis. Now, instead of working all hours of the day and night, he takes time to enjoy this new planet, this new galaxy, all of its wonders.
And its horrors, too, whenever he listens to Louis' stories, whenever he kisses his way down Louis' scarred torso, his scarred back, whenever he holds Louis as he thrashes in nightmares, whenever Louis silently cries for what was stolen (and he always cries silently).
"I called you Hazza before I knew your name," Louis murmurs, fingers tangled in Harry's curls. He does so love Harry's curls. Harry enjoys that love. “I called you Hazza from that moment I first saw you. Your heart Sang to mine.”
The way Louis speaks about things, it’s always so lovely, Harry thinks, gazing up at Louis, his head resting on Louis’ thigh. “What does it mean?” he asks. He’s fairly certain he knows, but he wants to hear how Louis would describe it.
“The Song of My Heart,” Louis says, leaning down to press a kiss to Harry’s lips, the top of his nose, his eyelids, his forehead. “There is only ever one, so the stories said. Your heart Sang to mine, and mine Sang to yours. I spent so long running, searching, trying to survive.” Harry reaches up to cradle Louis’ face as Louis’ tears drip onto his own. “I Sing for you,” he murmurs. “My Hazza.”
“I love you,” Harry tells him. He’s loved Louis since he first helped him to the infirmary, since he listened intently to Harry’s rambles when no one else bothered, since he kept returning even though Harry had no idea why. He loves Louis’ laugh, the mischief he gets into, his bravery and his kindness. He doesn’t have the words the way Louis does but he lunges up to tell Louis with a fervent, hungry kiss.
“You gave me a name,” Louis whispers against his lips. “You are the Song of My Heart.”
“I can’t believe I had to find my way into a different galaxy to find you,” Harry blurts out, “but I love you more than anything.”
The sun sinks below the horizon and Atlantis lights up behind them, but Harry has eyes only for Louis, and Louis begins to Sing, crooning softly for Harry’s ears alone.
Title: so many words we’re not sayin’
Fandom: One Direction RPF
Disclaimer: um. they’re all real people so none of them belong to me? like at all. title from “Strong.”
Warnings: canon compliant AU in that some people can shapeshift into animals at will; a tiny bit of self-harm tendencies; some internalized self-hatred
Pairings: Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles
Rating: PG/13
Wordcount: 610
Point of view: third person
Prompt: RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Valentine's Day tradition.
Note: follows this, which is a canon compliant shapeshifting AU I’ll never finish. This is a timestamp set in 2017.
Whenever they can, though it doesn't work out every year, they sneak away on Valentine’s Day to be just Louis and just Harry, to be young and in love. Louis buys a ring every year and whispers promises into Harry’s skin, and Harry almost asks a thousand times, Do you know that we’re mates? Do you believe in them now? Even after their formal mating, even after Louis swears forever, he still never uses the term Harry has dreamt of since he was a cub.
He wishes so many things, over the years. He nearly challenges every member of their management team, except that the vast majority of them are human. Three times, if Louis hadn’t caught his eye, he would have gone for Cowell’s throat.
He had thought, once, that those horrible days of pretending to date Taylor Swift were the worst. But the months Louis has to pretend he fathered a child—“An avian,” Louis snarls into the mobile across a continent and an ocean. “They’ve hired an avian infant, Harry! That woman is human and I have to—” He breathes slowly. Harry resolves to push forward everything he has to do so that he can return to Louis sooner.
But as all things do, it eventually passes and they are free.
On Valentine’s Day in the first year of their freedom, they are in Holmes Chapel, at Robin’s bungalow, and Louis leads Harry to the roof. “Do you remember the first time we ran together?” he asks. Harry nods, his curls bouncing as they’re growing long again. “I told you that I wished I could run with you as you deserved.”
Harry’s eyes widen because surely Louis can’t mean—
“I haven’t,” Louis says. “I’ve dreamt.” Harry reaches for his hands but doesn’t dare interrupt. “For fifteen years, I’ve hated the cat,” he says, looking at their clasped hands instead of Harry. “I’ve feared it. But I…” he sighs and then brings Harry’s hands to his lips, presses a kiss to Harry’s knuckles. “I want to run with you, Harold. I want to run with my mate.”
“Lou,” Harry whispers, and there’s so much he wants to say. Has imagined saying since he first caught Louis’ scent that day in Manchester but didn’t realize it until bootcamp. Since he fell asleep curled beside Louis that first night as a band, breaking every rule Mum ever taught him.
“I’m frightened,” Louis admits but then he steps back, letting Harry’s hands fall. “Go easy on me, yeah. I’ve not shifted since I was a cub.” He takes a deep breath, eyes firm on Harry’s, and then he shifts.
It hurts Harry to watch because it’s obvious that Louis is trying to fight it and not fight it at the same time, but finally, Louis stands before him in his second skin, the most gorgeous creature Harry’s ever seen.
“I love you,” Harry says, leaning down to drop a kiss between Louis’ ears. “Now, my love, my mate, let’s teach you how to run.”
Louis snorts at him but Harry just laughs and shifts, scents Louis gleefully, and then leaps from the roof. He waits on the ground as Louis peers over the edge, chirping at him the way Mum did when he was a cub, the way he can’t wait to do for their own cubs one day, and then Louis leaps.
It is the start of a new tradition: instead of sneaking around a city, every Valentine’s, they find their way to somewhere quiet and they run together, and it is the freest Harry sees Louis, as he relearns the half he denied himself for so long.
Title: love songs painted on skin
Disclaimer: they belong to themselves
Warnings: AU where 1D never happened
Pairings: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 940
Point of view: third
Prompt: RPF, Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles, 'Sometimes, your soulmate and the love of your life don’t end up being the same person. And that’s something I had to learn the hard way.’ Au
Soulmarks are a private, personal thing. Only the doctor who helped birth you, your parents, your pediatrician, your GP, and your soulmate are ever supposed to know.
.
Harry's soulmark reads, Hey, mate, you're blocking the way. He used to fantasize about what way he could be blocking: an aisle in a grocery store? a sidewalk? a hall? He imagined a hundred different things and he always made sure to take his time wherever he was, just in case his soulmate was there waiting to say it.
Louis' soulmark reads, Will the train be on time? He used take the train everywhere he could possibly could, and even hang out in stations, just in case his soulmate was there waiting to say it.
.
When he's 21, Louis hides in a toilet because his just accidentally dumped beer all over a drunk rugby player and he'd rather not have the shit beat out of him. He goes to the farthest stall, slides the flimsy lock, and wishes he hadn't forgotten his mobile tonight because ringing Liam and Niall for help seems to be his only option for survival.
When he's 19, Harry is in a toilet at a bar and while he's on the way to the basin, he trips on air and tumbles to the floor, where he giggles for a moment because it's just so disgusting. He's glad no one's there to witness it. But then he rolls over to try and get up, and sees that there's someone in the stall who isn't using the loo but is in fact looking at him, and is possibly an elf or something because humans just aren't that pretty.
.
The first thing Harry says to Louis: "Oops!"
The first thing Louis says to Harry: "Hi."
.
After Harry helps Louis sneak out of the party without getting the shit beat out of him by a drunk rugby player, they become fast friends.
Even though they aren't soulmates (because their soulmarks don't match), Louis can't go a day without talking to him and Harry can't go a day without talking to him, and they swiftly become inseparable.
They act, in fact, the way soulmates do in romantic comedies and in epic poetry and in legends, and their friends become friends and their families get along, and it's just—
Harry kisses Louis three months after they meet and nothing has ever felt righter to either of them.
.
When Harry is 25 and Louis is 27, Zayn tattoos over the soulmarks they were born with; Harry's becomes a collection of roses with initials in their petals while Louis' is covered with a dagger down his forearm.
"You won't regret this, will you?" Louis asks as they leave the tattoo parlor.
"I couldn't regret you," Harry answers.
They have to tell everyone who knows, but it's not illegal, to cover up soulmarks. Just horrifying, and rare.
Four months after their accident-of-birth soulmarks are gone, Zayn gives them two new tattoos: the soulmarks they should've been born with.
.
When Harry is 27 and married in all but name, he's waiting to use the toilet on an airplane and a man says, "Hey, mate, you're blocking the way."
He replies without thinking, "Oh, sorry," and steps closer to the door.
The man pauses but Harry just glances over with a raised eyebrow and after another moment, the man continues into the cabin.
Harry doesn't realize until he's back in his seat, and he wonders for just a moment—but then Louis shifts in his sleep and the ring Harry bought him on their fifth anniversary catches the light, and nothing could be better than what he has.
.
When Louis is 30 and married in all but name, he's holding Rosie while waiting to catch the train home, listening to her babble about what they did in school, and a man bumps into him while asking, "Will the train be on time?"
Louis says, "Excuse you," to the bloke and focuses back on his daughter.
He doesn't notice when the man stares at him incredulously before his gaze goes to Rosie, or when the man stalks away.
.
"Do you ever think about them?" Louis asks, trailing his fingers along the roses inked into Harry's arm.
Harry presses a kiss to the dagger and then to Oops!, the only mark that matters. "Occasionally," he murmurs. The guilt is long faded and he hopes that whoever the accident-of-birth soulmarks were for, they found even half the happiness Harry has.
Downstairs, something shatters and Rosie shouts, "It was Darcy's fault!"
Lynn shrieks, "It was Rosie! Lying's wrong!"
"Shall we go see what the monsters have broken now?" Louis says.
"I suppose we must," Harry agrees.
.
Soulmarks are a private, personal thing. Harry and Louis tell their children that soulmarks can be wrong, but each person has to make that decision for themselves.
"Was it hard?" Rosie asks when she's 19 and scared to find whoever says, This seat's taken.
"Were you nervous?" Darcy asks when she's 20 and worried about whoever says, Back off, that piece is mine!
"Did you ever regret it?" Lynn asks when she's 15 and brings home the boy who said, Yellow's a stupid color, both of them trembling in shock.
It was hard, and it was nerve-wracking, but neither of them ever regret it.
Untitled
Prompt: any, any, I Don't Feel It Anymore
Written: August 12, 2016
I loved you once
You made me think I had nothing else
I was nothing away from you
Oh I loved you
We all make mistakes in our youth
.
I am proud of myself again
I daydream and imagine
I am sure and I am strong
And I laugh sometimes even when I’m wrong
You stole my smile
Hid it away behind your lies
I’ve reclaimed it now
And I’ve erased the fingerprint scars
.
I won’t let you haunt me any longer
I won’t remember with any fondness
I learned so much about the world
No one else would save me
So I took a breath and saved myself
.
I loved you once
But I loved only a daydream I imagined
I loved only the person I pretended you were
In hindsight I see all the signs
.
I’m stronger than you thought
I’m better now for having survived you
I loved you once
But I love who I’ve become more
You stole my smile
But I wear it now brighter and wider
One day I will forget you
Because the world is so much bigger
And I’m going to explore it all
In spite of all your lies
.
I loved you once
A mistake I made when I was young
Title: watching
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-series
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 215
Point of view: third
Prompt: Highlander:the series, Methos, Four Horsemen
"Do you think they were real?" Melissa asks Adam, once Dr. Salzer has been called away to a meeting with the other Head Researchers. "I mean, four immortals who were able to ignore the game for so many centuries?" She shakes her head. "It sounds like a fairy tale."
Adam laughs. "Well, whether they existed or not," he says, tapping the newly-discovered supposed journal of Methos, the supposed oldest immortal of all, who formed a brotherhood with three other immortals, "looking for them will keep me happily employed."
Melissa laughs at that, too. She can't wait to be assigned an immortal, to go out and document, to see a part of living history, to watch how her immortal evolves. It's far more exciting than what her parents had planned for her, and she'll always be grateful to Farida for inviting her into order.
But Adam? He's definitely not built to be an active Watcher. He's too soft, too quiet. He’d get caught too easily. “Well, I hope you find some proof,” she says, reaching out to squeeze his hand.
He’s charming, and attractive in an odd sort of way, and when he smiles at her, she can see all his potential. “Thank you,” he says, a hint of laughter in the words.
Fandom: One Direction RPF/Stargate Atlantis
Disclaimer: the fictional characters aren’t mine and all the real people belong to themselves; title from “Where Do Broken Hearts Go?”
Warnings: future!fic for SGA; AU for One Direction (obviously); references to genocide, the wraith eating people, and Louis’ entire family dying
Pairings: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Rating: PG/13
Wordcount: 430
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any/any, do you remember the day we fell in love?
Follows this, where Louis is a runner in the Pegasus galaxy and Harry’s an Earthborn scientist in Atlantis.
"Do you remember the day we fell in love?" Harry asks one evening out on the pier, the sun setting across the water. It doesn't quite smell like home and the water is a bit warmer than he's used to (for now) but it is lovely. He hadn't noticed, before Louis. Now, instead of working all hours of the day and night, he takes time to enjoy this new planet, this new galaxy, all of its wonders.
And its horrors, too, whenever he listens to Louis' stories, whenever he kisses his way down Louis' scarred torso, his scarred back, whenever he holds Louis as he thrashes in nightmares, whenever Louis silently cries for what was stolen (and he always cries silently).
"I called you Hazza before I knew your name," Louis murmurs, fingers tangled in Harry's curls. He does so love Harry's curls. Harry enjoys that love. “I called you Hazza from that moment I first saw you. Your heart Sang to mine.”
The way Louis speaks about things, it’s always so lovely, Harry thinks, gazing up at Louis, his head resting on Louis’ thigh. “What does it mean?” he asks. He’s fairly certain he knows, but he wants to hear how Louis would describe it.
“The Song of My Heart,” Louis says, leaning down to press a kiss to Harry’s lips, the top of his nose, his eyelids, his forehead. “There is only ever one, so the stories said. Your heart Sang to mine, and mine Sang to yours. I spent so long running, searching, trying to survive.” Harry reaches up to cradle Louis’ face as Louis’ tears drip onto his own. “I Sing for you,” he murmurs. “My Hazza.”
“I love you,” Harry tells him. He’s loved Louis since he first helped him to the infirmary, since he listened intently to Harry’s rambles when no one else bothered, since he kept returning even though Harry had no idea why. He loves Louis’ laugh, the mischief he gets into, his bravery and his kindness. He doesn’t have the words the way Louis does but he lunges up to tell Louis with a fervent, hungry kiss.
“You gave me a name,” Louis whispers against his lips. “You are the Song of My Heart.”
“I can’t believe I had to find my way into a different galaxy to find you,” Harry blurts out, “but I love you more than anything.”
The sun sinks below the horizon and Atlantis lights up behind them, but Harry has eyes only for Louis, and Louis begins to Sing, crooning softly for Harry’s ears alone.
Title: so many words we’re not sayin’
Fandom: One Direction RPF
Disclaimer: um. they’re all real people so none of them belong to me? like at all. title from “Strong.”
Warnings: canon compliant AU in that some people can shapeshift into animals at will; a tiny bit of self-harm tendencies; some internalized self-hatred
Pairings: Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles
Rating: PG/13
Wordcount: 610
Point of view: third person
Prompt: RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Valentine's Day tradition.
Note: follows this, which is a canon compliant shapeshifting AU I’ll never finish. This is a timestamp set in 2017.
Whenever they can, though it doesn't work out every year, they sneak away on Valentine’s Day to be just Louis and just Harry, to be young and in love. Louis buys a ring every year and whispers promises into Harry’s skin, and Harry almost asks a thousand times, Do you know that we’re mates? Do you believe in them now? Even after their formal mating, even after Louis swears forever, he still never uses the term Harry has dreamt of since he was a cub.
He wishes so many things, over the years. He nearly challenges every member of their management team, except that the vast majority of them are human. Three times, if Louis hadn’t caught his eye, he would have gone for Cowell’s throat.
He had thought, once, that those horrible days of pretending to date Taylor Swift were the worst. But the months Louis has to pretend he fathered a child—“An avian,” Louis snarls into the mobile across a continent and an ocean. “They’ve hired an avian infant, Harry! That woman is human and I have to—” He breathes slowly. Harry resolves to push forward everything he has to do so that he can return to Louis sooner.
But as all things do, it eventually passes and they are free.
On Valentine’s Day in the first year of their freedom, they are in Holmes Chapel, at Robin’s bungalow, and Louis leads Harry to the roof. “Do you remember the first time we ran together?” he asks. Harry nods, his curls bouncing as they’re growing long again. “I told you that I wished I could run with you as you deserved.”
Harry’s eyes widen because surely Louis can’t mean—
“I haven’t,” Louis says. “I’ve dreamt.” Harry reaches for his hands but doesn’t dare interrupt. “For fifteen years, I’ve hated the cat,” he says, looking at their clasped hands instead of Harry. “I’ve feared it. But I…” he sighs and then brings Harry’s hands to his lips, presses a kiss to Harry’s knuckles. “I want to run with you, Harold. I want to run with my mate.”
“Lou,” Harry whispers, and there’s so much he wants to say. Has imagined saying since he first caught Louis’ scent that day in Manchester but didn’t realize it until bootcamp. Since he fell asleep curled beside Louis that first night as a band, breaking every rule Mum ever taught him.
“I’m frightened,” Louis admits but then he steps back, letting Harry’s hands fall. “Go easy on me, yeah. I’ve not shifted since I was a cub.” He takes a deep breath, eyes firm on Harry’s, and then he shifts.
It hurts Harry to watch because it’s obvious that Louis is trying to fight it and not fight it at the same time, but finally, Louis stands before him in his second skin, the most gorgeous creature Harry’s ever seen.
“I love you,” Harry says, leaning down to drop a kiss between Louis’ ears. “Now, my love, my mate, let’s teach you how to run.”
Louis snorts at him but Harry just laughs and shifts, scents Louis gleefully, and then leaps from the roof. He waits on the ground as Louis peers over the edge, chirping at him the way Mum did when he was a cub, the way he can’t wait to do for their own cubs one day, and then Louis leaps.
It is the start of a new tradition: instead of sneaking around a city, every Valentine’s, they find their way to somewhere quiet and they run together, and it is the freest Harry sees Louis, as he relearns the half he denied himself for so long.
Title: love songs painted on skin
Disclaimer: they belong to themselves
Warnings: AU where 1D never happened
Pairings: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 940
Point of view: third
Prompt: RPF, Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles, 'Sometimes, your soulmate and the love of your life don’t end up being the same person. And that’s something I had to learn the hard way.’ Au
Soulmarks are a private, personal thing. Only the doctor who helped birth you, your parents, your pediatrician, your GP, and your soulmate are ever supposed to know.
.
Harry's soulmark reads, Hey, mate, you're blocking the way. He used to fantasize about what way he could be blocking: an aisle in a grocery store? a sidewalk? a hall? He imagined a hundred different things and he always made sure to take his time wherever he was, just in case his soulmate was there waiting to say it.
Louis' soulmark reads, Will the train be on time? He used take the train everywhere he could possibly could, and even hang out in stations, just in case his soulmate was there waiting to say it.
.
When he's 21, Louis hides in a toilet because his just accidentally dumped beer all over a drunk rugby player and he'd rather not have the shit beat out of him. He goes to the farthest stall, slides the flimsy lock, and wishes he hadn't forgotten his mobile tonight because ringing Liam and Niall for help seems to be his only option for survival.
When he's 19, Harry is in a toilet at a bar and while he's on the way to the basin, he trips on air and tumbles to the floor, where he giggles for a moment because it's just so disgusting. He's glad no one's there to witness it. But then he rolls over to try and get up, and sees that there's someone in the stall who isn't using the loo but is in fact looking at him, and is possibly an elf or something because humans just aren't that pretty.
.
The first thing Harry says to Louis: "Oops!"
The first thing Louis says to Harry: "Hi."
.
After Harry helps Louis sneak out of the party without getting the shit beat out of him by a drunk rugby player, they become fast friends.
Even though they aren't soulmates (because their soulmarks don't match), Louis can't go a day without talking to him and Harry can't go a day without talking to him, and they swiftly become inseparable.
They act, in fact, the way soulmates do in romantic comedies and in epic poetry and in legends, and their friends become friends and their families get along, and it's just—
Harry kisses Louis three months after they meet and nothing has ever felt righter to either of them.
.
When Harry is 25 and Louis is 27, Zayn tattoos over the soulmarks they were born with; Harry's becomes a collection of roses with initials in their petals while Louis' is covered with a dagger down his forearm.
"You won't regret this, will you?" Louis asks as they leave the tattoo parlor.
"I couldn't regret you," Harry answers.
They have to tell everyone who knows, but it's not illegal, to cover up soulmarks. Just horrifying, and rare.
Four months after their accident-of-birth soulmarks are gone, Zayn gives them two new tattoos: the soulmarks they should've been born with.
.
When Harry is 27 and married in all but name, he's waiting to use the toilet on an airplane and a man says, "Hey, mate, you're blocking the way."
He replies without thinking, "Oh, sorry," and steps closer to the door.
The man pauses but Harry just glances over with a raised eyebrow and after another moment, the man continues into the cabin.
Harry doesn't realize until he's back in his seat, and he wonders for just a moment—but then Louis shifts in his sleep and the ring Harry bought him on their fifth anniversary catches the light, and nothing could be better than what he has.
.
When Louis is 30 and married in all but name, he's holding Rosie while waiting to catch the train home, listening to her babble about what they did in school, and a man bumps into him while asking, "Will the train be on time?"
Louis says, "Excuse you," to the bloke and focuses back on his daughter.
He doesn't notice when the man stares at him incredulously before his gaze goes to Rosie, or when the man stalks away.
.
"Do you ever think about them?" Louis asks, trailing his fingers along the roses inked into Harry's arm.
Harry presses a kiss to the dagger and then to Oops!, the only mark that matters. "Occasionally," he murmurs. The guilt is long faded and he hopes that whoever the accident-of-birth soulmarks were for, they found even half the happiness Harry has.
Downstairs, something shatters and Rosie shouts, "It was Darcy's fault!"
Lynn shrieks, "It was Rosie! Lying's wrong!"
"Shall we go see what the monsters have broken now?" Louis says.
"I suppose we must," Harry agrees.
.
Soulmarks are a private, personal thing. Harry and Louis tell their children that soulmarks can be wrong, but each person has to make that decision for themselves.
"Was it hard?" Rosie asks when she's 19 and scared to find whoever says, This seat's taken.
"Were you nervous?" Darcy asks when she's 20 and worried about whoever says, Back off, that piece is mine!
"Did you ever regret it?" Lynn asks when she's 15 and brings home the boy who said, Yellow's a stupid color, both of them trembling in shock.
It was hard, and it was nerve-wracking, but neither of them ever regret it.
Untitled
Prompt: any, any, I Don't Feel It Anymore
Written: August 12, 2016
I loved you once
You made me think I had nothing else
I was nothing away from you
Oh I loved you
We all make mistakes in our youth
.
I am proud of myself again
I daydream and imagine
I am sure and I am strong
And I laugh sometimes even when I’m wrong
You stole my smile
Hid it away behind your lies
I’ve reclaimed it now
And I’ve erased the fingerprint scars
.
I won’t let you haunt me any longer
I won’t remember with any fondness
I learned so much about the world
No one else would save me
So I took a breath and saved myself
.
I loved you once
But I loved only a daydream I imagined
I loved only the person I pretended you were
In hindsight I see all the signs
.
I’m stronger than you thought
I’m better now for having survived you
I loved you once
But I love who I’ve become more
You stole my smile
But I wear it now brighter and wider
One day I will forget you
Because the world is so much bigger
And I’m going to explore it all
In spite of all your lies
.
I loved you once
A mistake I made when I was young
Title: watching
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-series
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 215
Point of view: third
Prompt: Highlander:the series, Methos, Four Horsemen
"Do you think they were real?" Melissa asks Adam, once Dr. Salzer has been called away to a meeting with the other Head Researchers. "I mean, four immortals who were able to ignore the game for so many centuries?" She shakes her head. "It sounds like a fairy tale."
Adam laughs. "Well, whether they existed or not," he says, tapping the newly-discovered supposed journal of Methos, the supposed oldest immortal of all, who formed a brotherhood with three other immortals, "looking for them will keep me happily employed."
Melissa laughs at that, too. She can't wait to be assigned an immortal, to go out and document, to see a part of living history, to watch how her immortal evolves. It's far more exciting than what her parents had planned for her, and she'll always be grateful to Farida for inviting her into order.
But Adam? He's definitely not built to be an active Watcher. He's too soft, too quiet. He’d get caught too easily. “Well, I hope you find some proof,” she says, reaching out to squeeze his hand.
He’s charming, and attractive in an odd sort of way, and when he smiles at her, she can see all his potential. “Thank you,” he says, a hint of laughter in the words.
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Date: 2016-10-02 01:56 pm (UTC)Oh, Melissa - you are so close yet your mind think your goal is still so far, but I guess that's the way Adam likes it ::)
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Date: 2016-10-04 02:56 pm (UTC)*hee* Adam totally loves how none of the watchers has the slightest clue.
Thank you for reading!