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Rating: PG
Notes: Complete, a companion piece to The Strangest Places.
Character(s): Methos, Charlotte Sparrow (though she isn't 'Sparrow' at this point)
Summary: Fate will find you wherever you may be - even on a pirate ship in the Caribbean.
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Do No Harm
1761 ~ The Black Pearl, somewhere in the Caribbean
"Jack tells me that you are in pain." Methos waved away her denial. "Do not bother, m'lady, you can not lie to your physician," he said as he placed a hand on her forehead. "The fever has not left you." Tilting her head up, he looked into her eyes; she was definitely more aware than she had been. A good sign to be sure, though, she had yet to speak. Of course, she was a noblewoman, he reminded himself, no doubt a lady of delicate sensibilities who would find her current situation distressing. "Despite that, you are much improved." He went to the table, mixing medicinal powders into a cup of wine. He could feel her eyes upon him.
"I think I remember you," she finally said from the bed, sounding uncertain, but not in the least frightened, which cheered him immensely.
Turning, he nodded, coming back to the bed. "You were conscious at times, though addled by fever and infection." With one arm, he helped her into a sitting position, holding the cup of medicine to her lips. "This will help with the pain and the fever."
There was no shying away from the intimacy of his touch, and she didn't complain about the taste, merely swallowed the contents as quickly as she was able. "Thank you," she said as he settled once more against the pillows.
"I will need to change your dressings, but will wait till the medication has time to dull the pain." He sat down on the chair next to the bed.
"For that, I am grateful," she said, a tremor in her voice.
"It will not be as before," he reassured her, "there is no more need to cut into the wound."
"There are pieces of memories," she explained. "I remember searing pain, and your voice, full of such care."
"There were shards of the shattered mast you were thrown upon embedded in the wound on your back. I had no choice but to remove them, were you to survive." She would never know how close she came to death at his hand, to spare her the agonies he had been required to inflict upon her. A swift death, triggering the immortality that lay within her. But in the end, he could do no harm to the woman under his care. She had a right to a real life, a mortal life, for at least a few more years. "But have no fear," he said with a grin, lightening the mood, "my stitches are tiny and precise, and there is a salve to rub in that will minimize the scar."
Nodding her understanding, she looked at him thoughtfully. "I realize that for all you have done for me, I do not know your name."
Laughing, he said, "I do believe we bypassed formal introductions, yes." Inclining his head, he tipped an imaginary hat. "Doctor Benjamin Adams, at your service."
"Vizcondesa Carlotta Amelia Constanza de la Fuente." She extended her hand, a twinkle in her eye as he clasped the proffered fingers, brushing a kiss over the back of her hand before releasing it. "But as that is something of a mouthful, I believe that Charlotte will do."
Methos once again revised his estimation of his patient. The lady was no shrinking violet, which bode well considering what awaited her. "Delighted to make your acquaintance."
"Likewise." Soft laughter now bubbled past her lips as she looked around the cabin before returning her attention to Methos. "I daresay we shall come to know one another much better over the ensuing days."
If you only knew, he thought. But what he said was, "I look forward to it." Her eyes were becoming heavy, and he knew the drugs were taking hold. "Sleep now."
"Yes," she agreed, sighing and taking hold of his hand. "Now that I know I shall awake again." Her eyes drifted shut.
"And you always shall," he whispered, looking down at the now sleeping pre-immortal. "You always shall, Charlotte."
End
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The Strangest Places Serial
The Strangest Places
Do No Harm
Hand of Fate
Unexpected
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Notes: Complete, a companion piece to The Strangest Places.
Character(s): Methos, Charlotte Sparrow (though she isn't 'Sparrow' at this point)
Summary: Fate will find you wherever you may be - even on a pirate ship in the Caribbean.
Do No Harm
1761 ~ The Black Pearl, somewhere in the Caribbean
"Jack tells me that you are in pain." Methos waved away her denial. "Do not bother, m'lady, you can not lie to your physician," he said as he placed a hand on her forehead. "The fever has not left you." Tilting her head up, he looked into her eyes; she was definitely more aware than she had been. A good sign to be sure, though, she had yet to speak. Of course, she was a noblewoman, he reminded himself, no doubt a lady of delicate sensibilities who would find her current situation distressing. "Despite that, you are much improved." He went to the table, mixing medicinal powders into a cup of wine. He could feel her eyes upon him.
"I think I remember you," she finally said from the bed, sounding uncertain, but not in the least frightened, which cheered him immensely.
Turning, he nodded, coming back to the bed. "You were conscious at times, though addled by fever and infection." With one arm, he helped her into a sitting position, holding the cup of medicine to her lips. "This will help with the pain and the fever."
There was no shying away from the intimacy of his touch, and she didn't complain about the taste, merely swallowed the contents as quickly as she was able. "Thank you," she said as he settled once more against the pillows.
"I will need to change your dressings, but will wait till the medication has time to dull the pain." He sat down on the chair next to the bed.
"For that, I am grateful," she said, a tremor in her voice.
"It will not be as before," he reassured her, "there is no more need to cut into the wound."
"There are pieces of memories," she explained. "I remember searing pain, and your voice, full of such care."
"There were shards of the shattered mast you were thrown upon embedded in the wound on your back. I had no choice but to remove them, were you to survive." She would never know how close she came to death at his hand, to spare her the agonies he had been required to inflict upon her. A swift death, triggering the immortality that lay within her. But in the end, he could do no harm to the woman under his care. She had a right to a real life, a mortal life, for at least a few more years. "But have no fear," he said with a grin, lightening the mood, "my stitches are tiny and precise, and there is a salve to rub in that will minimize the scar."
Nodding her understanding, she looked at him thoughtfully. "I realize that for all you have done for me, I do not know your name."
Laughing, he said, "I do believe we bypassed formal introductions, yes." Inclining his head, he tipped an imaginary hat. "Doctor Benjamin Adams, at your service."
"Vizcondesa Carlotta Amelia Constanza de la Fuente." She extended her hand, a twinkle in her eye as he clasped the proffered fingers, brushing a kiss over the back of her hand before releasing it. "But as that is something of a mouthful, I believe that Charlotte will do."
Methos once again revised his estimation of his patient. The lady was no shrinking violet, which bode well considering what awaited her. "Delighted to make your acquaintance."
"Likewise." Soft laughter now bubbled past her lips as she looked around the cabin before returning her attention to Methos. "I daresay we shall come to know one another much better over the ensuing days."
If you only knew, he thought. But what he said was, "I look forward to it." Her eyes were becoming heavy, and he knew the drugs were taking hold. "Sleep now."
"Yes," she agreed, sighing and taking hold of his hand. "Now that I know I shall awake again." Her eyes drifted shut.
"And you always shall," he whispered, looking down at the now sleeping pre-immortal. "You always shall, Charlotte."
End
The Strangest Places
Do No Harm
Hand of Fate
Unexpected
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Date: 2011-03-20 12:32 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2011-03-20 07:24 am (UTC)From:Glad you enjoyed it - keeping them 'them' in the past is a challenge.
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Date: 2011-03-20 07:59 pm (UTC)From:(and be sure to let Nin know you read her story, will make her happy!)
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Date: 2011-03-20 09:10 pm (UTC)From:Maybe you'll run a poll?:) Results might be funny!:)
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Date: 2011-03-20 11:49 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2011-03-20 07:59 pm (UTC)From:Is there any other kind?
Date: 2011-03-23 10:06 pm (UTC)From:Yes, it was of the very best kind. :)
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Date: 2011-03-20 09:08 pm (UTC)From:Enjoyed the piece.
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Date: 2011-03-20 11:49 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2011-03-21 06:40 pm (UTC)From:This double bill has nicely rounded off what has been a great weekend! Lovely to see how Methos and Jack met Charlotte. I must say I'm surprised; I always had assumed she was already Immortal, at least when she met Jack. Although it has been a while since I read any of these fics, so forgive me if my memory is failing me :)
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Date: 2011-03-22 12:06 am (UTC)From:Nope, it will be a few more years... [looks at timeline] six more years, before she becomes Immortal (http://ithildyn.livejournal.com/705724.html) [g] And I couldn't remember all the details without my spreadsheet. So certainly don't except anyone else to either.
Right now, Jack is very chatty, so there may be a 3rd installment.
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Date: 2011-04-01 12:58 am (UTC)From:This was a very nice piece.
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