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ffutures.livejournal.comStory: The Lone Centurion and the Old Man
Author: Muswell
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 10017
Author's Summary: Rory should have gone mad, guarding the Pandorica alone for 1,894 years. But if he had had someone to keep him company, perhaps not.
Characters/Pairings: Rory Williams
Warnings: None
Recced because: Highlander has been called the "little black dress" of crossover fanfic, able to work with almost all fandoms, and there have been some beautiful stories combining the fandom and Doctor Who. This is unusual in the period it covers - nearly two thousand years - and notable for the way which the personalities of Methos, the oldest immortal, and Rory Williams, the Last Centurion, complement each other.
Excerpt:
Things were for a while very, very political, and from the little Rory was able to pick up from listening to the words of the groups of Cardinals that occasionally descended into his domain, he was well out of it. He was also something of a legend; the stories about him varied, but on one memorable occasion a group of wild-eyed young men burst into his vault and fell to their knees before him, gibbering incoherently about how his were the last eyes that had seen the stars that went out at Christ's crucifixion, the last eyes to look upon the living body of Christ the Redeemer, the first eyes that would see him again at the Second Coming.
They hadn't been there long when a group of guards came and dragged them out bodily, to a fate that Rory was eerily certain involved being burned alive for heresy. One of the guards, however, remained behind and looked across at where Rory stood, slightly shell-shocked and wondering whether there was a chance in hell that Amy would believe this, when he finally got the chance to tell her to her face.
"Ave, Centurio."
That brought Rory's attention back squarely to the here and now, or was it the there and then from his perspective?
"Ave, custos."
"Sorry it took me so long. I always have to be careful with the Church, there are things about me that can really upset them. But guard at the Vatican lets me live on holy ground without having to take inconveniently limiting vows, and it turns out I could really use some security for a while, so here I am."
"Thankyou."
"I assure you, it's not just for your sake. As I said, holy ground, useful."
Author: Muswell
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 10017
Author's Summary: Rory should have gone mad, guarding the Pandorica alone for 1,894 years. But if he had had someone to keep him company, perhaps not.
Characters/Pairings: Rory Williams
Warnings: None
Recced because: Highlander has been called the "little black dress" of crossover fanfic, able to work with almost all fandoms, and there have been some beautiful stories combining the fandom and Doctor Who. This is unusual in the period it covers - nearly two thousand years - and notable for the way which the personalities of Methos, the oldest immortal, and Rory Williams, the Last Centurion, complement each other.
Excerpt:
Things were for a while very, very political, and from the little Rory was able to pick up from listening to the words of the groups of Cardinals that occasionally descended into his domain, he was well out of it. He was also something of a legend; the stories about him varied, but on one memorable occasion a group of wild-eyed young men burst into his vault and fell to their knees before him, gibbering incoherently about how his were the last eyes that had seen the stars that went out at Christ's crucifixion, the last eyes to look upon the living body of Christ the Redeemer, the first eyes that would see him again at the Second Coming.
They hadn't been there long when a group of guards came and dragged them out bodily, to a fate that Rory was eerily certain involved being burned alive for heresy. One of the guards, however, remained behind and looked across at where Rory stood, slightly shell-shocked and wondering whether there was a chance in hell that Amy would believe this, when he finally got the chance to tell her to her face.
"Ave, Centurio."
That brought Rory's attention back squarely to the here and now, or was it the there and then from his perspective?
"Ave, custos."
"Sorry it took me so long. I always have to be careful with the Church, there are things about me that can really upset them. But guard at the Vatican lets me live on holy ground without having to take inconveniently limiting vows, and it turns out I could really use some security for a while, so here I am."
"Thankyou."
"I assure you, it's not just for your sake. As I said, holy ground, useful."
