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Happy Holidays, damemehri! 
16th-Dec-2007 07:21 pm
my second highlander icon/serious one
Title: A Postcard from Adam
Author lferion, aka Oh, Like I'm Going To Tell You?
Written for: Damemehri damemehri
Characters: Methos, Alexa
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Notes: First of all, vast thanks are due to my betas without whose input and commentary this would be not only much shorter but not nearly as good. Any infelicities left are all my own.
Summary: A challenge in Cairo



Disclaimer: Not mine. So not mine. The launch-point for this story is "Postcards from Alexa – Postcards from Athens" by Gillian Horvath. I'm not Gillian, and this story in no way is intended to be anything but a sincere homage. Everyone else belongs to Panzer/Rysher/Gaumont etc.

The rest of the notes are to be found at the end of the story.


A Postcard from Adam
-- A Missing Scene from "Postcards from Athens"

HLH_shortcut story for DameMehri

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Alexa loved Cairo even more than Adam had hoped she would. He hoped she would still love it after tonight.

Deflect the blade striking at his face with the dagger. Chop with the short-sword at the back of the idiot's knee. Remember to breathe, to stay low, keep moving.

The earth beneath his feet was familiar: still warm from the sun, packed by many feet, the dust a distinct slide, a smell and a bite in the back of Methos' throat. That earth had not changed in thousands of years. The blade in his hand was not familiar enough. He wasn't traveling with the Ivanhoe – that had been left in Paris because he really didn't want to explain to Alexa why he was taking a sword on vacation – but he had brought his long dagger. Once it became obvious the young idiot wasn't going to let him go without a challenge he'd retrieved the Roman-style gladius from a stash he'd left in a vault of the Banque du Caire, in the 1970s when it was a branch of Credit Lyonnais. Alexa had been delighted at the idea of 'iron safes' in the modern world, and hadn't wondered at his doing an errand for MacLeod. Methos was glad that the Middle East still valued 'precious things' enough to provide long term storage with few questions.

He hated fighting children. This one was only a little more than 200, and as far as Methos was concerned, he was no older than Richie. The boy (not really a boy – he'd had his first death in his early 30s – but still) only had a few moves but was fast and very energetic. Methos parried again, hard, slamming the longer blade away from his face, but the short-sword did not have the reach of the Ivanhoe, and the return-stroke with the gladius only sliced the boy's jacket, did not reach flesh.

He'd tried to leave the hotel room quietly, and he hoped Alexa had not woken to find him gone; but could not allow himself to worry about that, or he would not be able to get back to her to find out, and that was simply unacceptable. He hadn't wanted this fight at all, and under any other circumstances he would have avoided it by the simple expedient of not being there to meet the man … boy. Methos had no compunction whatsoever about walking away from a challenge.

But Peter Kemp-Pascoe knew what hotel they were staying in. Knew what Alexa looked like and that they were together. Had strongly implied that he was not averse to involving her to bring him to the point. Unthinkable.

**A rasp of Presence shivered down his nerves as he watched Alexa admire the façade of the Coptic Museum. Methos deepened his scholar's slouch, aware of the weight of the dagger sheathed at the small of his back, the light, unweighted movement of his swordless jacket. He kept his face still, refusing to look around, his eyes following Alexa even as his other senses sharpened. There were too many people present.
There was no immediate danger. Cairo was a large city. It could merely be a local. The hairs on the back of his neck refused to believe him. The sense of Presence crested and a shadow fell over him where he sat.

"Enjoying the view?"

Adam allowed himself to startle and shrank a little further into his jacket. He looked up to face the stocky man standing a little too close with an erect bearing that spoke of military habits and an accent not far south of Hadrian's Wall. Cold blue eyes stared back at him. Not a local. The hairs on the back of his neck had been right. "Oh, yes. Egypt is wonderfully full of history. The pharaohs and the pyramids, the Coptic manuscripts and the Rosetta stone, all worth seeing, don't you think?" Harmless. I'm harmless and not worth the effort. The smile that answered this sally was as cold as the eyes.

"And the Battle of the Nile? Does that interest you as well?"

"Not really my field," Adam answered carefully, letting a little bewilderment color his tone. "Languages are more my thing." We don't have to fight, really.

A hard smile curved the man's mouth. "Ah, but battles are my 'thing', boy." The smile broadened. "Peter Kemp-Pascoe, of the Bellerophon."

"Adam Pierson." Methos did not disguise the reluctance he felt, knowing the other would read it as fear. Let him underestimate me. Let him think me wet behind the ears. Let the child of twenty-two decades think himself the man, and Adam the boy.

Pascoe barked a laugh. "1:00am tonight. Meet me." He named a place in the older, more industrial part of the city on the edge of the Eastern Desert.

Alexa was finished with her pictures. She looked across the plaza and waved at him, radiant with happiness. Oh gods. Alexa. "We don't have to fight. Please." Let him think me a coward. Just let us get away without a fight.

"I think we do."

"Tomorrow, then, not tonight." He offered without much hope. He was going to have to get a sword. This one was far too young to be willing to walk away.

"I could come to you, if my location is too much trouble. We could meet in the roof-garden of the New Palace hotel. Nothing like the elegance of the old Semiramis, but merely up a flight of steps for you." The menace was unmistakable, for all the lightness of his tone. Pascoe's hand was heavy on his shoulder.

"No!" Gods no. Not at the hotel. Methos swallowed hard, breath caught in his throat. He wanted to run, vanish, be somewhere else. Not an option. He needed to get to the bank.

Alexa had paused on her way toward him. She seemed to be helping a pair of older ladies find something in a guidebook. Methos remembered the wonderful fin-de-siècle Semiramis well. Alexa's eyes had danced at his description of the modern tower-block version that had replaced it, laughing at the idea of staying there. She was very pleased at the older, smaller, still gracious hotel he had found instead. They'd had breakfast on the roof this morning. She was smiling at him now as she approached, the ladies helped on their way. Pascoe followed his glance.

"Quite the girl you have there, Adam. I'd take her somewhere special this evening, if I were you." The hand left his shoulder with a patronizing little squeeze. "Until tonight then. Enjoy your day." He nodded at Alexa as he passed her.

Adam shivered in the sunlight. Methos shook off the chill and grinned at the woman he loved past sense.

"Who was that, Adam? Someone you know?" Alexa sat next to him and threaded her arm through his. Her fingers were warm in his cold hands.

"Nobody. Just passing the time." He kissed her nose and tugged her back up. "Let's find some lunch."
**

The jolting force of the blows against the dagger was beginning to tell in his wrist and elbow. Pascoe was getting frustrated at not finishing him quickly, and he was hitting harder as a result. Harder and starting to get sloppy. Methos waited for the strike he knew was coming and cross-blocked with the sword. Metal grated in his ears. Quicker than thought he slipped the dagger under the blades to pierce the boy's throat. There was just enough time for Pascoe to realize what had happened, that he had lost, as Methos followed through the parry and brought the gladius full circle in a backhand blow with all of his not inconsiderable strength.

In the preternatural silence he clearly heard the dull clatter of the longsword and the muffled thump of the head falling to the packed sand, and then heard nothing but the scream of lightning as the quickening took him. The gladius was too short to ground with, but the earth beneath his feet was forgiving. Breathe. Accept. Release. Breathe.

Peter Nicholas Kemp-Pascoe, Nick to his friends. Born in Newcastle-on-Tyne in 1778 in a northerly gale. Survived the battle of Aboukir Bay as Lieutenant on the Bellerophon, died Captain of the Ardent seven years later when she foundered in a squall. Egypt had always been lucky for him, before.

More than two hundred years without the need to endure a quickening and now two in less than six months. This one at least had been mercifully brief, and did not come freighted with the malice that Kristin's had.

It was too much to hope that the quickening would settle before he got back to the hotel.

… … …

It was Methos who returned to the New Palace hotel and the lovely, quaint room with the lattice-work screens that let in the night breeze. Methos who threw off the coat that was too heavy for the climate and not heavy enough to hide either his loathing for the fight or his charged ecstasy at winning and surviving to come back. Methos who stripped off sandy, sweaty clothes with silent, jerky haste and crept into the bed, into Adam's place, unable to bear not being near her, with her. Methos who was afraid that she would be distressed by his distress, and so held himself still beside her.

Let her be asleep. Let me not have woken her. Let her never know how close the danger came. He curled more tightly under the light coverlet, close enough to feel her warmth, not quite touching. He was safe. They were safe. He could feel the tremors beginning, waves that shivered through him, shaking him as he tried to be quiet, to be Adam, to let the exhaustion carry him into sleep without disturbing her.

And then Alexa reached out to him; gathered him close; took him in and held him. She surprised him, again, with her acceptance and eager response to his ragged need. Matching him, meeting his fierce desire with her own strength.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." Two voices, one thought.

After he brought her to climax and found a measure of relief himself, he held her as she slept. Electricity still ran under his skin, making him want to start at every noise and movement. Holy Ground. He needed Holy Ground.

They could leave in the morning. They could go to Jerusalem, where every stone in the old city was sacred, and he could fit himself back into his skin, back into Adam. Back into the person who could be with Alexa.

For now, for this night, he was alive, they were together, and that was enough. For tonight, she was his holy ground.

… … …

Alexa loved Jerusalem even more than Cairo.

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Notes:

Alexa's point of view on the events of this story are to be found in Highlander: An Evening at Joe's edited by Gillian Horvath, inthe story "Postcards from Athens" by Gillian Horvath and found starting on page 145. My story would never have come about at all if Gillian hadn't written hers and made the book it appears in happen.

'Iron Safes' are to be found here on the Banque du Caire webpage.

The Battle of the Nile (also called the battle of Aboukir Bay) was fought on the first of August, 1798. There is a link herethat tells about the battle and the part the Bellerophon played.

The first Semiramis hotel

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Comments 
17th-Dec-2007 12:59 am (UTC)
This is wonderful. I loved "Postcards" and I remember the story from Alexa's pov. Lovely.
26th-Dec-2007 10:27 pm (UTC)
I am so glad you liked this. It was interesting trying to write something that needed to fit with both the aired and the written source. Glad it worked!

I had fun with the research, too -- where might Methos get a sword at the very last minute? Wait, they're in Egypt, Methos must have a stash there somewhere. And so forth. The internet knows Everything!

Thank you for commenting!
17th-Dec-2007 01:42 am (UTC)
Very nicely done. I loved the line "For tonight, she was his holy ground." And I really liked it that they went to Jerusalem. I also appreciated the information in the notes at the end. Thanks.
26th-Dec-2007 10:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I am very glad you liked it. The going to Jerusalem is actually in Gillian's story that was the launch-pad for this, so I can't take credit for the idea, but it definitely helped shape what I wrote.

The whole 'Holy Ground' thing didn't become clear to me until I got commentary back from one of my betas -- he pointed it out, and I realized I had been going there the whole time, but not quite clearly, so understanding that *finally* gave me the right last line.

Sometimes other people have a better view of what one is writing than one does oneself :-)

Thank you for commenting, and sorry this reply is so late!
17th-Dec-2007 02:27 am (UTC)
I really liked the story. Very nice!
26th-Dec-2007 10:33 pm (UTC)
I am so glad you liked this! Thank you!
17th-Dec-2007 03:11 am (UTC)
I remember the story from Gillian. This is a great companion piece to it. I echo someone else already when I say that I liked the Alexa as holy ground references.
26th-Dec-2007 10:37 pm (UTC)
I am so glad to hear that this works as a companion piece -- it is an interesting challenge to write something that needs to really interlock with something written by another, and Gillian is a really hard act to follow!

The whole Holy Ground thing was one of those underlying elements that I kept finding in new places, but didn't really get a handle on until one of my betas pointed it out. I am really happy that it comes through so clearly.

Thank you again for running this whole exchange. I had a real blast, and as others said, I do think I grew as a writer in the process.
17th-Dec-2007 03:32 am (UTC)
This was both distressing and beautiful. I love the struggle Methos has to fit back inside Adam Pierson's skin and that Alexa is his safety, his calm, his Holy Ground.
26th-Dec-2007 10:39 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I am very pleased that it works for you. The internal struggle between Methos and Adam is one of the things that fascinates me about that period, so I am happy to know that comes out in the story.
17th-Dec-2007 06:02 am (UTC)
That is a wonderful line, "...his Holy Ground." Scary and emotional story.
26th-Dec-2007 10:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you! It started out almost fluffy, but the more I thought about what it would really be like for Adam to be Challenged while with Alexa, the deeper it got. I am really glad it works for you.
17th-Dec-2007 06:12 am (UTC)
Very lovely and yet very chilling. The line between Adam and Methos can be very thin sometimes. Well done!
26th-Dec-2007 10:45 pm (UTC)
I am so glad you liked this. I have an abiding fascination with the line between Methos and Adam, so exploring that a little in writing this was good.

It has been interesting seeing that people get 'frightening' and 'chilling' out of this -- I didn't really see that aspect until people pointed it out. So I got more out of my own story from my readers!

Thank you!
17th-Dec-2007 11:34 am (UTC) - A Postcard From Adam
Thank you! Adam shifting to Methos and the "his Holy Ground" line are perfect. You draw the balancing act between the need to protect Alexa and the cold, dangerous killer beautifully.

You definitely made my Holiday bright!

26th-Dec-2007 10:48 pm (UTC) - Re: A Postcard From Adam
Yay! I was really hoping you would like this -- it took me awhile to get a handle on what I was going to write, since I don't know you except through your LJ and the stories you have posted at the archive & on your own site.

I am so glad the balance/tension between Adam and Methos comes through, and the whole Holy Ground idea.

And I wish you continuing happiness of the season.

Edited at 2007-12-26 10:48 pm (UTC)
17th-Dec-2007 07:02 pm (UTC)
Wonderful story. The love for Alexa just flows off the page. Great characterization of methos/adam
26th-Dec-2007 10:50 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I am so glad you liked this. I am particularly glad that the characterization works.
28th-Dec-2007 11:52 pm (UTC)
Oh, just superb.

The battle was written evocatively as was the subsequent battle within Methos to fit back into Adam, and the love for Alexa shines through.

Bravissima
9th-Jan-2008 07:33 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
2nd-Jan-2008 03:53 am (UTC)
Oh, this was really nice, and works great even if you haven't read the original. :->
9th-Jan-2008 07:34 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I am particularly glad it stands on it's own. It can be hard to find the original.
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