Crossover: HL/SG1

Characters: Hammond, Methos, DM, O’Neill, Sam, Daniel, Teal’c, Jacob

For Prompt: 033 Too Much

Summary: sometimes even a successful mission is not good enough.

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“You’re leaving? I never thought I’d see a Macleod leave when there was chance for a good old battle.”

Duncan tensed at Methos’s presence. “Maybe I’m not the man I once was…”

Methos snorted, coming all the way into the room and helping himself to a seat on the bed next to the suitcase Duncan was packing his things into.

“You’re exactly the man you once were. Tall, dark, boy scout, brimming with conscience. You’re just freaked by the aliens aren’t you?”

“Not the aliens…”

“The military? Normally I’d be with you on that one, but these guys have treated Daniel right for years-“

“Years they didn’t know he was Immortal.”

“So what you think they’re going to turn him in any second?”

Duncan closed his eyes, his hands stilling on the shirt he had been folding as the irritation slowly grew inside him.

“You think they would have volunteered him for that mission if he hadn’t been Immortal? He was sitting duck out there Methos! Barely more than basic training and I don’t care if he’s Immortal with all the experience in the world that man is not a warrior. He should never have been there, Immortal or not.”

Methos was getting angry now. Damn boy scout. “He chose it Duncan, no one pushed him. He’s a field agent because he is needed and valued and wants to be.”

“We were used Methos! Pure and simple! We went there and we died.”

“And if we hadn’t how many more would have died? How many who weren’t going to come back?”

Duncan shook his head, turning his attention back to his packing.

“They know about us and now that they do they will use us as cannon fodder, as expendable, as less than human and I’m not going to stick around for it.” He snapped his case shut and hefted it. “I know you don’t believe me, but I can’t stay here with that looming over me.”

Duncan strode to the door.

“See you on the outside Macleod.” Methos said, leaning back against the wall, his head cushioned on his head, a self-satisfied smile tweaking the corners of his lips.