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Prompt: #26 Teammates for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crossovers100 my table is here
Fandom: Firefly, Highlander, SPN & SV The rest of the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here.
Characters: From FF: Mal, Zoe, Wash, River, Jayne, Simon, Inara, Kaylee. From I!D 'Verse: Dean Winchester, Duncan MacLeod, Richie Ryan, Methos, Chloe Sullivan and Sam Winchester.
Spoilers: The story begins in the middle of the Firefly Movie "Serenity". You will be spoiled if you haven't seen it.
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: The crew of Serenity is in the middle of helping River, exposing the Alliance and evading the Reavers when they encounter a survivor on Miranda.
Chapter Summary: Special Cameo Appearance by Methos as Team Immortal tries to find the location of Serenity and her crew
A/N: This story takes place ~ 6 years after chapter 5 of 5 Times Immortal!Dean met Meta!Chloe.
Chapter List:
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8
Chapter 4: Since I Found Serenity
Richie laughed as the four headed toward their ship. “Did you see Joey’s face when you plopped you boots on the table? That was priceless.”
Dean waved his hand and tilted his head in a gesture of acknowledgement. “So glad you enjoyed the performance.”
“I gotta say Dean not the most pleasant of your relatives.” Duncan remarked.
Dean smiled, “Very true but it doesn’t surprise me that Joey’s risen to lead the Watcher's council. He was always a self-important little fei fei pi gu."
“And I usually really like your nieces and nephews, Dean. I’m thinking the gene pool is getting a little shallow.” Chloe teased.
“You questioning the quality of my brother’s DNA,” Dean snapped.
“No…never. I just meant…” Chloe sputtered quickly realizing she’d crossed that invisible line Dean had when it came to Sam’s memory.
“You’ve got to admit, Dean,” Richie said jumping in to settle him down. “Not all the spouses they’ve chosen over the years were the quality of Katie. Sam picked a winner in her.”
Dean smiled at the memory of Sam’s wife. “You have a point there. She was one of a kind,” Dean acknowledged; the moment diffused.
Chloe mouthed a thank you in Richie’s direction. Even after all these years Dean didn’t always take teasing about Sam well. Chloe had become very good at reading Dean’s moods, but when it came to Sam and Katie she was sometimes out of her comfort zone having only known him for a few months and never having met her. Richie, on the other hand, was the one who really understood that brotherly bond; mainly because Dean had cast him in that role after Sam’s death.
Dean flung an arm around Chloe’s shoulders. “So darlin’ ready to head into the fray?” He asked.
Chloe fingered the data disk in her pocket. “It’s been a long time since Demons have tried to exert their influence in large numbers.”
Dean pulled her close. “You missed the last one didn’t you?” he asked.
Chloe nodded. She’d already abandoned earth with Methos the last time a hell gate was opened.
“It’s been a long time,” Duncan said. “Guess we should have realized that demons might want access to the whole ‘verse.”
Most people thought that Earth was ultimately abandoned because its resources had been stripped clean. Those in the hunter/Immortal community knew it was because demons had broken through trying to bring about the apocalypse, again. They were defeated but the Earth which had already been taxed to its limit was uninhabitable after the war.
“New Immortals. That’s a bad sign. Isn’t it?” Chloe asked.
“A few of us have popped up over the centuries,” Duncan assured her. “Doesn’t mean demonic activity is out of control.”
They may not have known exactly why someone was born with the ability to become Immortal but over the years the correlations between hot beds of supernatural activity and the appearance of new Immortals had been fairly well documented. It was an accepted fact that Immortals were the forces of good’s way of balancing the odds.
Duncan was always the one the council called when the newbies showed up. At least he didn’t have to teach them how to use a sword any more. The Game was a relic of Earth-that-was. He was pretty sure Methos was the only Immortal he knew who still carried a sword on a regular basis. A 6,000 year old habit is hard to break.
“One new Immortal may not be a sign of the apocalypse but along with Miranda there is definitely some big evil on the rise,” Richie said what they were all thinking.
“Yeah the Gorram Alliance,” Dean groused. “Hell, we’ve know they were evil for over a century.”
Chloe smiled up at him. “I don’t think you’re wrong. The Alliance is definitely run by demons. I’m just not sure they’re the supernatural kind.”
The group continued to laugh and joke as they approached their ship,The Impala XI, when Dean stilled. Silently, he indicated to the others that something was amiss. Weapons drawn they entered the hatch and prepared to sweep into the living areas of the small ship.
As they entered the main corridor, the three men stopped and holstered their weapons. Chloe raised an eyebrow at Dean who pointed to his head and smiled. It was another Immortal. Chloe sighed. There was only one Immortal who would even considered breaking into Dean’s ship. And he would do it simply to annoy Dean.
“Come on out, Methos,” Chloe called.
“I’m not hiding my dear. Are you aware that there’s is nothing decent to eat on this ship?” He called from the galley.
“How’d he know we were here, Chloe?” Dean eyed her suspiciously.
“You can’t expect me to come to Capitol City and not contact him. He’s my friend,” Chloe said.
The four entered the central gathering space that served as kitchen and recreation room to see Methos stretched out on the sofa, beer in hand. He smiled at them “And you need more beer.”
Duncan laughed and grabbed the drink from Methos’ hand and finished it in one swallow. “I wasn’t done with that,” Methos groused as he stood.
“You are now,” Duncan smiled and embraced his old friend. “It’s been too long.”
“It’s good to see you too MacLeod.” He smiled and turned to Chloe. “I heard a terrible rumor that you’d taken up with that Winchester fellow again. I see that it’s true. I’m disappointed Chloe.”
“Behave yourself Methos,” Chloe laughed as she embraced her long time traveling companion.
“You know I’m standing right here, old man,” Dean growled. He’d never been fond of Methos and his proprietary attitude toward Chloe. He’d grown even less fond when he’d discovered that Chloe had spent the better part of the last 150 years as his sidekick. “And it’s customary to wait to be invited onto a man’s ship, not break-in.”
“I was invited,” he said and turned to clap Richie on the shoulder. “How you doing kid?”
Richie rolled his eyes. “Just fine,” he said returning the greeting.” I guess you’re never gonna stop calling me that.”
Methos smiled. “Nope.”
“What do you want, old man?” Dean demanded.
“It’s good to see you too, Dean,” Methos laughed.
“No it’s not.” Dean snapped.
Methos just shook his head. “Really Dean, you must learn to share. When Chloe called I figured she’d come to her senses and was ready to return to civilization.” He turned to her. “So here I am my dear, ready to topple religions or recover the odd object of value.”
“You must really be at loose ends to come looking for adventure,” Chloe laughed. “It’s not like you to volunteer for anything.”
“I’m hurt, Chloe,” he said as he clasped a hand to his chest. “I’ve missed you. Really haven’t you had enough of traipsing around the ‘verse with these miscreants?”
Richie leaned over to Mac. “I think he just insulted us.”
Mac whispered back, “He’s just baiting, Dean.” He leaned back against the counter “This should be interesting.”
“Don’t you think your should stop him?” Richie asked.
“What and intrude on Chloe’s fun,” Mac quipped. “Besides Dean needs to relax about Chloe or she will run off with Methos again.”
“You do have a point,” Richie acknowledged and settled in next to Mac
Dean grabbed Methos’ shoulder and spun him around. “Chloe’s just fine where she is. She doesn’t need you or your concern,” Dean growled. “So just run along back to your cushy digs and let us handle saving the ‘verse.”
Methos immediately understood the meaning behind Dean’s insult. He’d sat out the war unwilling to throw in with a lost cause. “You Browncoats. You think what you did was so noble. There’s a fine line between doing the right thing and doing the stupid thing. From where I sit the Alliance is still in charge and nothing has changed,” Methos said dismissively. “So yes, I prefer not to do stupid things.”
Dean stepped closer. Chloe recognized that his temper was about to explode and forced her way between them.
“Gou huang tang,” Chloe commanded. “The war is over.” She pushed Dean back. “I can speak for myself and this jealousy bit is getting old, Dean.”
Dean sputtered. “You don’t think this is my fault.”
Richie snickered from across the room. “She has a point. You tend to be the one trying to control her not Methos and the war is over.”
“Stay out of this Rich.” Dean glared at him.
“Hey, I’m just saying Dean. I’ve seen this song and dance before and we don’t have time for it,” Richie reminded him and moved to flop down on the couch that Methos had vacated earlier.
Chloe glared at Dean. “Methos could be a help here. We don’t know where to find that ship and he has connections.”
“Fine he can stay.” Dean threw his arms up in resignation and went to sit beside Richie. “I’m done. Let me know when there’s some Tian sha de e mo to kill.” He leaned back and feigned sleep.
Methos leaned over to Chloe. “Still the pillar of mature behavior I remember,” he smirked.
Chloe jabbed a finger into Methos’ chest. “You are just as bad. You don’t have to bait him about the war and you know it. I’d throw you off the ship myself if I didn’t think our new job concerned you too. Now sit down and listen or leave.”
Methos meekly took a seat at the galley table and Duncan sat down opposite him. “Well done Chloe. Have I mentioned how much I appreciate having you here to keep the kiddies in line?” Duncan said.
Chloe smiled. “It is a chore sometimes.” She looked over toward the other two, “You joining us Rich.”
He nodded and came over, leaving Dean to stretch out on the coach and maintain his air of indifference.
Chloe brought Methos quickly up to speed. She had to answer many of the same questions they’d asked of the council.
Chloe held up the data disk. “I guess we should see what else the council had for us.” She moved to the computer terminal on the opposite wall and pulled up the information. She adjusted the screen so that they all could see what was being displayed.
She ran through some more pictures of the wrecked Firefly. Before pulling up an image of the Immortal and two of his companions.
“That’s Mal,” Richie said pointing to the man in the maroon shirt, “and the woman is Zoe. They were both in the unit at Serenity.
“That’s good to know Richie,” Duncan said. “Once we find the ship it only makes sense for you to be the one who makes contact. Any more crew picture Chloe?”
“Most of them are too blurry to make out faces but here’s one. The image showed a very glamorous woman. “Any information on her?” Methos asked. “She doesn’t look like she belongs with that crew of ruffians.”
Chloe flipped to one of the report files. “Just speculation. Maybe a companion; maybe a random passenger or somebody’s wife. She may not even be with the crew now.”
“A companion makes sense,” Methos said. “She can give a crew of smugglers an air of respectability; passage to land on some of the more restricted planets”
“She’d have to be registered. Right?” Richie asked.
Chloe nodded. “We might be able to track the ship by trying to get to her. But none of us have the kind of connections needed to get information about a companion.”
Methos cleared his throat. “Actually Chloe, I can help.”
“You use companions,” Chloe laughed.
“No,” Methos replied indignantly. “I just travel in the circles that would allow me to find out where a specific one might be if I wanted to make a date. Any idea what her name is?”
Chloe typed a few keys. “Nope. That’s assuming she is a companion.”
“Send the image to the other terminal and let me see what I can find out.” Methos stood to head to the bridge for some privacy. “If she is a companion, I should be able to find her quickly. If not…” he let the alternative hang.
Chloe nodded. “It’s there. Happy hunting.”
The files yielded no more useful pictures or information in the recovered data supplied by the council. Chloe shut the terminal down in frustration. “I might be able to pull more info from the raw data but that’s going to take some time.”
“Then let’s hope the old man’s connections are as good as he thinks they are or we could be in for a long search.” Richie said.
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Her name is Inara Serra and she is working from the ship, Serenity.” Methos announced as he rejoined his friends in the galley.
“That’s great.” Duncan said. “Any idea where they are now?”
“Please MacLeod, of course I know but I’ve done one better.” Methos grinned.
“Well” Chloe prompted.
“I must admit I was extremely clever.”
“Just spit it out,” Chloe chided, “And we will all be full of the appropriate awe.”
“Really Chloe, I only expect to bowed to once a decade.”
“Methos!”
“I made an appointment with her in three days.” He grinned. “You think this rust bucket can get to Persephone in time.”
“If you don’t want to ride on the outside I suggest you speak better about my ship,” Dean growled from his prone position on the coach.
Methos opened his mouth to speak but Chloe held up a finger and mouthed “Be nice”
Sighing he said, “My apologies Dean. I’m sure you are most capable of getting us there in one piece.”
Chloe smacked him on the arm. “What did I say?”
Duncan laughed “Good work Methos. Now we know where they’ll be and we can send Richie in to make first contact.”
Dean stood and headed for the cockpit. “I say we get this show on the road then.”
“You going to come with us, old friend?” Duncan asked. Dean paused to wait for Methos’ answer.
Methos looked from Dean to Chloe before responding to Duncan’s query. “I don’t think that would be a wise choice,” he said. “Mac, you can play me. You can keep the appointment or cancel it but I’ve left the codes you’ll need to contact her again.”
Chloe stepped toward him. “Are you sure? Another Immortal couldn’t hurt; especially with what we might encounter.”
Methos took her hand and pressed it to his heart. “You need me just call. I can round up another three or four of us, if need be, and sail in for the rescue. That really is more my style.”
Dean snorted but stopped short of saying anything when Chloe glared at him.
“We’ll send up a flare if we need the cavalry,” Chloe said and gave him a hug.
“Don’t be strangers,” Methos said and exited from the ship.
“So Dean, let’s get this baby in the air. You can talk to Chloe later,” Richie said as he grabbed Dean’s arm and dragged him forward into the cockpit.
Dean yanked his arm away as they walked down the corridor. “Enough, Rich.”
“Seriously Dude. You need to stop the jealousy routine. It didn’t work when you aimed it at me 500 years ago and sure as hell ain’t gonna work with Methos. You’re just gonna make her mad. So stop acting like a Gorram idiot”
“I just can’t stand when he acts like he knows what’s best for her,” Dean groused as he dropped into the pilot’s chair.
“Sha gua, I don’t know what you’re so worried about.” Richie said as he positioned himself in the co-pilot seat. “She always picks you.”
Dean smiled. “Yeah I guess she does.”
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Firefly Slang
Baboon's arse: Fei fei pi gu
Fool: Sha gua
Enough of this nonsense: Gou huang tang
G**d*mn monsters:Tian sha de e mo
Author:
strangevisitor7Beta:
pen37 Rated: PG
Prompt: #26 Teammates for
crossovers100 my table is hereFandom: Firefly, Highlander, SPN & SV The rest of the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here.
Characters: From FF: Mal, Zoe, Wash, River, Jayne, Simon, Inara, Kaylee. From I!D 'Verse: Dean Winchester, Duncan MacLeod, Richie Ryan, Methos, Chloe Sullivan and Sam Winchester.
Spoilers: The story begins in the middle of the Firefly Movie "Serenity". You will be spoiled if you haven't seen it.
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: The crew of Serenity is in the middle of helping River, exposing the Alliance and evading the Reavers when they encounter a survivor on Miranda.
Chapter Summary: Special Cameo Appearance by Methos as Team Immortal tries to find the location of Serenity and her crew
A/N: This story takes place ~ 6 years after chapter 5 of 5 Times Immortal!Dean met Meta!Chloe.
Chapter List:
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8
Richie laughed as the four headed toward their ship. “Did you see Joey’s face when you plopped you boots on the table? That was priceless.”
Dean waved his hand and tilted his head in a gesture of acknowledgement. “So glad you enjoyed the performance.”
“I gotta say Dean not the most pleasant of your relatives.” Duncan remarked.
Dean smiled, “Very true but it doesn’t surprise me that Joey’s risen to lead the Watcher's council. He was always a self-important little fei fei pi gu."
“And I usually really like your nieces and nephews, Dean. I’m thinking the gene pool is getting a little shallow.” Chloe teased.
“You questioning the quality of my brother’s DNA,” Dean snapped.
“No…never. I just meant…” Chloe sputtered quickly realizing she’d crossed that invisible line Dean had when it came to Sam’s memory.
“You’ve got to admit, Dean,” Richie said jumping in to settle him down. “Not all the spouses they’ve chosen over the years were the quality of Katie. Sam picked a winner in her.”
Dean smiled at the memory of Sam’s wife. “You have a point there. She was one of a kind,” Dean acknowledged; the moment diffused.
Chloe mouthed a thank you in Richie’s direction. Even after all these years Dean didn’t always take teasing about Sam well. Chloe had become very good at reading Dean’s moods, but when it came to Sam and Katie she was sometimes out of her comfort zone having only known him for a few months and never having met her. Richie, on the other hand, was the one who really understood that brotherly bond; mainly because Dean had cast him in that role after Sam’s death.
Dean flung an arm around Chloe’s shoulders. “So darlin’ ready to head into the fray?” He asked.
Chloe fingered the data disk in her pocket. “It’s been a long time since Demons have tried to exert their influence in large numbers.”
Dean pulled her close. “You missed the last one didn’t you?” he asked.
Chloe nodded. She’d already abandoned earth with Methos the last time a hell gate was opened.
“It’s been a long time,” Duncan said. “Guess we should have realized that demons might want access to the whole ‘verse.”
Most people thought that Earth was ultimately abandoned because its resources had been stripped clean. Those in the hunter/Immortal community knew it was because demons had broken through trying to bring about the apocalypse, again. They were defeated but the Earth which had already been taxed to its limit was uninhabitable after the war.
“New Immortals. That’s a bad sign. Isn’t it?” Chloe asked.
“A few of us have popped up over the centuries,” Duncan assured her. “Doesn’t mean demonic activity is out of control.”
They may not have known exactly why someone was born with the ability to become Immortal but over the years the correlations between hot beds of supernatural activity and the appearance of new Immortals had been fairly well documented. It was an accepted fact that Immortals were the forces of good’s way of balancing the odds.
Duncan was always the one the council called when the newbies showed up. At least he didn’t have to teach them how to use a sword any more. The Game was a relic of Earth-that-was. He was pretty sure Methos was the only Immortal he knew who still carried a sword on a regular basis. A 6,000 year old habit is hard to break.
“One new Immortal may not be a sign of the apocalypse but along with Miranda there is definitely some big evil on the rise,” Richie said what they were all thinking.
“Yeah the Gorram Alliance,” Dean groused. “Hell, we’ve know they were evil for over a century.”
Chloe smiled up at him. “I don’t think you’re wrong. The Alliance is definitely run by demons. I’m just not sure they’re the supernatural kind.”
The group continued to laugh and joke as they approached their ship,The Impala XI, when Dean stilled. Silently, he indicated to the others that something was amiss. Weapons drawn they entered the hatch and prepared to sweep into the living areas of the small ship.
As they entered the main corridor, the three men stopped and holstered their weapons. Chloe raised an eyebrow at Dean who pointed to his head and smiled. It was another Immortal. Chloe sighed. There was only one Immortal who would even considered breaking into Dean’s ship. And he would do it simply to annoy Dean.
“Come on out, Methos,” Chloe called.
“I’m not hiding my dear. Are you aware that there’s is nothing decent to eat on this ship?” He called from the galley.
“How’d he know we were here, Chloe?” Dean eyed her suspiciously.
“You can’t expect me to come to Capitol City and not contact him. He’s my friend,” Chloe said.
The four entered the central gathering space that served as kitchen and recreation room to see Methos stretched out on the sofa, beer in hand. He smiled at them “And you need more beer.”
Duncan laughed and grabbed the drink from Methos’ hand and finished it in one swallow. “I wasn’t done with that,” Methos groused as he stood.
“You are now,” Duncan smiled and embraced his old friend. “It’s been too long.”
“It’s good to see you too MacLeod.” He smiled and turned to Chloe. “I heard a terrible rumor that you’d taken up with that Winchester fellow again. I see that it’s true. I’m disappointed Chloe.”
“Behave yourself Methos,” Chloe laughed as she embraced her long time traveling companion.
“You know I’m standing right here, old man,” Dean growled. He’d never been fond of Methos and his proprietary attitude toward Chloe. He’d grown even less fond when he’d discovered that Chloe had spent the better part of the last 150 years as his sidekick. “And it’s customary to wait to be invited onto a man’s ship, not break-in.”
“I was invited,” he said and turned to clap Richie on the shoulder. “How you doing kid?”
Richie rolled his eyes. “Just fine,” he said returning the greeting.” I guess you’re never gonna stop calling me that.”
Methos smiled. “Nope.”
“What do you want, old man?” Dean demanded.
“It’s good to see you too, Dean,” Methos laughed.
“No it’s not.” Dean snapped.
Methos just shook his head. “Really Dean, you must learn to share. When Chloe called I figured she’d come to her senses and was ready to return to civilization.” He turned to her. “So here I am my dear, ready to topple religions or recover the odd object of value.”
“You must really be at loose ends to come looking for adventure,” Chloe laughed. “It’s not like you to volunteer for anything.”
“I’m hurt, Chloe,” he said as he clasped a hand to his chest. “I’ve missed you. Really haven’t you had enough of traipsing around the ‘verse with these miscreants?”
Richie leaned over to Mac. “I think he just insulted us.”
Mac whispered back, “He’s just baiting, Dean.” He leaned back against the counter “This should be interesting.”
“Don’t you think your should stop him?” Richie asked.
“What and intrude on Chloe’s fun,” Mac quipped. “Besides Dean needs to relax about Chloe or she will run off with Methos again.”
“You do have a point,” Richie acknowledged and settled in next to Mac
Dean grabbed Methos’ shoulder and spun him around. “Chloe’s just fine where she is. She doesn’t need you or your concern,” Dean growled. “So just run along back to your cushy digs and let us handle saving the ‘verse.”
Methos immediately understood the meaning behind Dean’s insult. He’d sat out the war unwilling to throw in with a lost cause. “You Browncoats. You think what you did was so noble. There’s a fine line between doing the right thing and doing the stupid thing. From where I sit the Alliance is still in charge and nothing has changed,” Methos said dismissively. “So yes, I prefer not to do stupid things.”
Dean stepped closer. Chloe recognized that his temper was about to explode and forced her way between them.
“Gou huang tang,” Chloe commanded. “The war is over.” She pushed Dean back. “I can speak for myself and this jealousy bit is getting old, Dean.”
Dean sputtered. “You don’t think this is my fault.”
Richie snickered from across the room. “She has a point. You tend to be the one trying to control her not Methos and the war is over.”
“Stay out of this Rich.” Dean glared at him.
“Hey, I’m just saying Dean. I’ve seen this song and dance before and we don’t have time for it,” Richie reminded him and moved to flop down on the couch that Methos had vacated earlier.
Chloe glared at Dean. “Methos could be a help here. We don’t know where to find that ship and he has connections.”
“Fine he can stay.” Dean threw his arms up in resignation and went to sit beside Richie. “I’m done. Let me know when there’s some Tian sha de e mo to kill.” He leaned back and feigned sleep.
Methos leaned over to Chloe. “Still the pillar of mature behavior I remember,” he smirked.
Chloe jabbed a finger into Methos’ chest. “You are just as bad. You don’t have to bait him about the war and you know it. I’d throw you off the ship myself if I didn’t think our new job concerned you too. Now sit down and listen or leave.”
Methos meekly took a seat at the galley table and Duncan sat down opposite him. “Well done Chloe. Have I mentioned how much I appreciate having you here to keep the kiddies in line?” Duncan said.
Chloe smiled. “It is a chore sometimes.” She looked over toward the other two, “You joining us Rich.”
He nodded and came over, leaving Dean to stretch out on the coach and maintain his air of indifference.
Chloe brought Methos quickly up to speed. She had to answer many of the same questions they’d asked of the council.
Chloe held up the data disk. “I guess we should see what else the council had for us.” She moved to the computer terminal on the opposite wall and pulled up the information. She adjusted the screen so that they all could see what was being displayed.
She ran through some more pictures of the wrecked Firefly. Before pulling up an image of the Immortal and two of his companions.
“That’s Mal,” Richie said pointing to the man in the maroon shirt, “and the woman is Zoe. They were both in the unit at Serenity.
“That’s good to know Richie,” Duncan said. “Once we find the ship it only makes sense for you to be the one who makes contact. Any more crew picture Chloe?”
“Most of them are too blurry to make out faces but here’s one. The image showed a very glamorous woman. “Any information on her?” Methos asked. “She doesn’t look like she belongs with that crew of ruffians.”
Chloe flipped to one of the report files. “Just speculation. Maybe a companion; maybe a random passenger or somebody’s wife. She may not even be with the crew now.”
“A companion makes sense,” Methos said. “She can give a crew of smugglers an air of respectability; passage to land on some of the more restricted planets”
“She’d have to be registered. Right?” Richie asked.
Chloe nodded. “We might be able to track the ship by trying to get to her. But none of us have the kind of connections needed to get information about a companion.”
Methos cleared his throat. “Actually Chloe, I can help.”
“You use companions,” Chloe laughed.
“No,” Methos replied indignantly. “I just travel in the circles that would allow me to find out where a specific one might be if I wanted to make a date. Any idea what her name is?”
Chloe typed a few keys. “Nope. That’s assuming she is a companion.”
“Send the image to the other terminal and let me see what I can find out.” Methos stood to head to the bridge for some privacy. “If she is a companion, I should be able to find her quickly. If not…” he let the alternative hang.
Chloe nodded. “It’s there. Happy hunting.”
The files yielded no more useful pictures or information in the recovered data supplied by the council. Chloe shut the terminal down in frustration. “I might be able to pull more info from the raw data but that’s going to take some time.”
“Then let’s hope the old man’s connections are as good as he thinks they are or we could be in for a long search.” Richie said.
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Her name is Inara Serra and she is working from the ship, Serenity.” Methos announced as he rejoined his friends in the galley.
“That’s great.” Duncan said. “Any idea where they are now?”
“Please MacLeod, of course I know but I’ve done one better.” Methos grinned.
“Well” Chloe prompted.
“I must admit I was extremely clever.”
“Just spit it out,” Chloe chided, “And we will all be full of the appropriate awe.”
“Really Chloe, I only expect to bowed to once a decade.”
“Methos!”
“I made an appointment with her in three days.” He grinned. “You think this rust bucket can get to Persephone in time.”
“If you don’t want to ride on the outside I suggest you speak better about my ship,” Dean growled from his prone position on the coach.
Methos opened his mouth to speak but Chloe held up a finger and mouthed “Be nice”
Sighing he said, “My apologies Dean. I’m sure you are most capable of getting us there in one piece.”
Chloe smacked him on the arm. “What did I say?”
Duncan laughed “Good work Methos. Now we know where they’ll be and we can send Richie in to make first contact.”
Dean stood and headed for the cockpit. “I say we get this show on the road then.”
“You going to come with us, old friend?” Duncan asked. Dean paused to wait for Methos’ answer.
Methos looked from Dean to Chloe before responding to Duncan’s query. “I don’t think that would be a wise choice,” he said. “Mac, you can play me. You can keep the appointment or cancel it but I’ve left the codes you’ll need to contact her again.”
Chloe stepped toward him. “Are you sure? Another Immortal couldn’t hurt; especially with what we might encounter.”
Methos took her hand and pressed it to his heart. “You need me just call. I can round up another three or four of us, if need be, and sail in for the rescue. That really is more my style.”
Dean snorted but stopped short of saying anything when Chloe glared at him.
“We’ll send up a flare if we need the cavalry,” Chloe said and gave him a hug.
“Don’t be strangers,” Methos said and exited from the ship.
“So Dean, let’s get this baby in the air. You can talk to Chloe later,” Richie said as he grabbed Dean’s arm and dragged him forward into the cockpit.
Dean yanked his arm away as they walked down the corridor. “Enough, Rich.”
“Seriously Dude. You need to stop the jealousy routine. It didn’t work when you aimed it at me 500 years ago and sure as hell ain’t gonna work with Methos. You’re just gonna make her mad. So stop acting like a Gorram idiot”
“I just can’t stand when he acts like he knows what’s best for her,” Dean groused as he dropped into the pilot’s chair.
“Sha gua, I don’t know what you’re so worried about.” Richie said as he positioned himself in the co-pilot seat. “She always picks you.”
Dean smiled. “Yeah I guess she does.”
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Firefly Slang
Baboon's arse: Fei fei pi gu
Fool: Sha gua
Enough of this nonsense: Gou huang tang
G**d*mn monsters:Tian sha de e mo