Title: Eternity Lost
Author: Jade Hunter
Disclaimer: Highlander, its properties, and its characters do not belong to me. Neither do the characters and properties of Gundam Wing.
A.N: Yes, a GW/Highlander x-over, because Highlander can be crossed over with anything and work.
The 'buzz', as they had gotten to call it, wasn't really a buzz at all. It was more similar to a skull-cracking headache that blinded a person for a split second.
Of course, in the Game, a split second was all it took for eternity to be taken away.
Therefore, considering the adaptive nature of the human race, it came as no surprise that – as they grew older – Immortals got used to the pain and began to truly perceive it as a 'buzz'.
But whether youngling or ancient killer, there was no mistaking the presence of an Immortal – that is, if one happened to be an Immortal as well.
Now, she most certainly was an Immortal, and as of now, she most certainly sensed another one of her kind somewhere in the crowd behind her, trailing her like a lost pup. She was tense, one of her hands near where her sword was stashed for quick access, if need arose.
"Shit. I don't have time for this," she muttered, vehemently, "I would choose to walk the one day."
This other Immortal was obviously tailing her, for although the buzz was quite efficient a radar, like any other radar, it had a range limit. The older an Immortal, the wider the range. She herself was quite experienced – she preferred that to being called old – and her senses stretched to quite a distance. From the way the other Immortal followed her, she deduced that the stupid fool thought she would be an easy quickening for him.
A sneer played out across pristine features.
Underestimating her was not a mistake any of her previous opponents had lived to regret; she would have to teach it to this upstart – by taking their head.
In the old days, perhaps she would have drawn out this cat-and-mouse came, enjoyed it, even, but she was living a different life now, one that had appointments to keep.
She would keep this fast and simple.
"There was a report of a strange electrical surge over the downtown area this morning."
She let the comment hang in the air for a brief moment.
Then, "Would you like to tell me anything?"
Her charge turned bored and uncaring eyes on her, and she resisted the urge to shiver. The Immortal's ancient gaze always did this to her, and it didn't help that the eyes themselves were a pale blue color, seeming to jump out of the Immortal's face.
"You're my Watcher," the Immortal finally replied, challengingly. "Shouldn't you know before the press does?"
"You know that my responsibilities prevent me from – " she was interrupted.
"From following me around like a good little Watcher?" her charge asked, her expression shifting to that of crafty innocence.
She thinned her lips and frowned faintly. "Dorothy," she admonished, lightly.
"Lady Une," the Immortal mimicked, then rolled her eyes, now seeming as a regular young woman instead of an ancient woman that had seen more lifetimes than all the people in the building combined.
Well, probably. No one, not even the Watchers before Lady Une, knew exactly how old the woman currently going by the name of Dorothy was. It was never easy to tell with an Immortal, unless one was there when they first found out. Dorothy had been first spotted three hundred years ago, and had shown no hint of how old she was to anyone.
It was only in her sarcastic humor that her true age seemed to express itself; the Watcher's rulebook stated clearly that the older Immortals became, the less serious they seemed to become, as if disillusioned with the world. They seemed to express that through wry humor, and Dorothy certainly had that.
Though her current identity was far more prone to malicious humor rather than sarcastic humor, Dorothy had no troubles. She was a good actress – most Immortals were – and it was a simple matter to change the humor portion of her sarcasm into malice, which Dorothy did well.
Perhaps, Lady Une reflected, too well.
From Sally's reports, Quatre still sported a scar from where Dorothy Catalonia had stabbed him with a rapier. And there was no doubt that, in public, Dorothy's tongue was three times as sharp as that rapier had been.
"Please," Lady Une insisted, tiredly. Handling an Immortal, being the head of the Preventors, and raising a pre-teen all by herself was taking her toll. "You know I need to know this for your records."
Dorothy shrugged. "It was a newbie," she explained, smirking. "He thought I would be easy prey, apparently. He was wrong."
"Obviously," Lay Une said. "Did he say who he was? Did you spot a Watcher following him?"
"Well, I didn't exactly give him a chance to talk, you know," Dorothy frowned, remembering. It was both a blessing and a curse for Immortals to have a near-photographic memory; they almost never forgot anything. "But he should have had a Watcher. He obviously knew what he was, despite his young age, and he had some training in the usage of the sword."
"Which means his instructor's Watcher would have reported him, and he would have been assigned a Watcher of his own," Lady Une concluded. "I suppose I'll have to wait until his Watcher reports the demise of his Immortal and try and match up the location to his."
"You suppose right, I suppose," came the tart reply.
Lady Une smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow night?"
For a moment, Dorothy drew up a blank. Then, she remembered; "Ah, yes. Relena's annual Christmas Ball. Yes, I'll be there." A pause. "Is Mariemaia coming?"
"She wants to," Lady Une replied, carefully. "I told her I'd see after her report card came."
Dorothy laughed lightly, saying, "You're stern, Lady Une. I'm glad I was never under your command in OZ."
"Many are," came the rejoinder. "But far more chose to suffer under me again by joining the Preventors, so it's not a big problem."
There was no reply.
Looking up from her paperwork, Lady Une saw that her Immortal charge was gone from the room, having slipped out sometime when she was talking.
"I hate when they do that."