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FIC: Bastian Von Schonau--15. Highlander/MCR, gen crack. & Wallpaper
title: Bastian Von Schonau
author: lisa roquin
rating: Crack. Pure freaking crack. And 15 for language.
fandom: Highlander/My Chemical Romance
pairing/characters: Methos, Duncan, Joe, Brian, MCR, Matt
series/sequel: nominally in the same verse as The Pied Piper of Decapitated Corpses but not a sequel
disclaimer: lies, fiction, untrue. completely and totally made up. I know no one, know nothing of thier personal lives. I make no claims of knowing much of anything. Copyrighted characters belong to their writers, producers, production companies and long lists of people not me.
summary: A student of Methos from the 12th century is in town, along with his musical circus which counts three preImmies in it's number.
warning: language, crack
author notes: for ancientcitadel for part of the birthday goodies giveway I'm 2 months late in wrapping up. my apologies and I hope you enjoy these.





"There's an Immortal in town that has been leaving a trail of heads lately," Joe said as he set the drinks down in front of Methos and Duncan.

"Oh," Duncan frowned.

"Bastian von Schonau," Joe frowned. "He's approximately 700 to 900 years old teacher unknown."

"Bastian?" Methos frowned. "Everything I found when I was with the Watchers had Bastian presumed to have lost his head at least six hundred years ago."

"One of his challenges. A headhunter, Santiago Chavez, told him he was going to enjoy taking care of an upstart whelp. He claimed he was Bastian von Schonau and older than Chavez who was about at the two century mark."

"Bastian was born in 1102-- if it is Bastian."

"I've got a picture. Using the name Brian Schechter now..Manager of a rock band. He got noticed because of the challenges that seem to be following him and this band around. Some of the challenge's he's made himself."

"I want to see it."

Joe gave Methos an odd look but nodded his head toward the back. Methos and Mac followed him back to his office where he pulled up the file he'd been sent.

"Why is he hunting?" Mac wanted to know.

"Bastian doesn't hunt," Methos shook his head.

"Ye canna know that."

"I can," Methos said.

"That's von Schonau?"

"That's Bastian," Methos nodded.

"Do I confirm it as him?"

"No," Methos shook his head.

"Methos, if he's leaving a trail of heads--"

"MacLeod," Methos glared. "Remember your visitors a couple months ago?"

Duncan's mouth opened then snapped shut.

Joe sighed and shook his head. "You ever going to explain that one, old man."

"They reminded me of Columban."

"Columban who?" Joe growled.

"Saint Columban," Methos said.

Joe threw his hands up in disgust and frustration.

"He canna just--"

Methos glared. "Where are they at, Joe?"

Joe scowled.

"I'm not challenging Bastian and he won't challenge me."

"Ye canna know that," Mac protested.

"Yes. I can."

~*~

"Hey! You can't--"

"Good. I was looking for someone who could help me. I'm a friend of Brian Shechter's. Could you get a message to him I need to speak to him about Bastian and Henry. It's important. My name's Adam Pierson," Methos said looking earnest and eager and a little harried. He held up his cellphone. "This got fried last night and Brian's number is in it." The phone was Richie's, and fried by a Quickening a couple months before. Methos had snagged it off the counter at MacLeod's. He'd figured it could come in handy.

The bulky security guy frowned further and eyed Methos even more closely. But he pulled out a cellphone and made a call. He eyed Mac glaring behind Methos even more.

Ten minutes later the quiet low level immortal buzz skittered along the edges of Methos' awareness. Mac tensing a split second later.

"I'll be fucked."

"That can be arranged, bratling," Methos laughed and moved to hug the shorter Immortal.

Mac spluttered.

"What the fuck, man?"

"Heard through the grapevine you were around. Ought to kick your arse, brat."

"Well, I looked. You aren't easy to find."

"You aren't either."

"Learned from the best."

Methos nodded eyes taking in the piercings and tattoos. Awful lot of them, and would need redone every few months to keep them dark.

Brian looked past Methos. "Since when do you take scowling hotheads like that for students?"

"That's not my student. That's the bloody highlander protecting my virtue," Methos snorted. "Brian, meet Duncan MacLeod. Mac, Brian Schechter."

Brian's eyebrows shot up and he gave a low whistle. "I heard about Byron...am I guessing right? I saw him practice once."

"Yeah," Methos nodded.

"Sorry to hear that. So what brings you other than the grapevine."

"You've been getting a little attention."

"Not so much me. But they're not with the game yet," Brian shook his head.

Mac scowled.

Methos wondered if he should have put a blade in Mac's heart and tied it in place while he visited Bastian because the Highlander was going to drive him insane yet.

"BRIAN!!!!!!!"

Methos eyed the pair approaching. PreImmortal, both of them. The one probably an inch or so shorter than Brian and tattoos everywhere, the other blonde with a beard, a lip ring and just a bit short of six foot.

"What the fuck did you do now, Frank?" Brian growled.

"I didn't do anything!"

"Why does Bob look like he wants to kill you then?"

"It's not my fault!"

"Guys!"

"Tell Gerard I am not wearing a shirt that says cocksucker," Bob said calmly.

"The fuck?"

"The idiots in the McDonald's yesterday. He's still on a tear." Bob said, almost making it sound like he was threatening to beat someone half to death. Methos thought maybe he was, though if it was whoever wanted him to wear a tshirt that said cocksucker or Brian if he didn't do something about this was debateable.

"I'll wear the cocksucker shirt," Frank rolled his eyes.

"And you thought I was a barbarian," Brian snorted at Methos.

"You were a barbarian," Methos snorted. "Shut up, MacLeod," he cut Mac off before the highlander could get a sound out.

"Guys this is an old friend of mine, Adam Pierson. Adam that's Frank Iero and Bob Bryar of My Chemical Romance."

"Of what?" Duncan scowled.

"Duncan's not a big fan of music composed in the last seventy years."

"That's no' true. I like Joe's an'--"

"Blues. Joe plays classic blues," Methos rolled his eyes.

"Yeah?" both the two musicians--Frank and Bob--seemed to light up at that.


~

Methos' eyes widened at the third PreImmortal, dark haired, tanned, tattooed, and shirtless taping down cables and cussing while he did it.

"WHAT THE FUCK CORTEZ?"

"DONT EAT THE FUCKING CHICKEN SALAD CATERING HAS TODAY AND STEER CLEAR OF THE PORTAPOTS OUT BY THE TRUCKS AND BUSSES WE'RE DOWN TWO THIRDS OF THE TECHS" the preImmortal shouted back.

Brian glared at the two standing with him.

"Like I'd fucking eat chicken salad. CHICKEN! And mayonaise is made with eggs!"

"Didn't we do this last week with the tuna?" the blonde-Bob- snorted. "Touching anything with salad in it's name until the refigeration truck's fucking cooling sorted out or there's snow on the ground is kinda fucking stupid."

The short one--Frank--launched himself onto Bob's back. "See Bob is smart, even if he's a fucking carrion eater."

"Oh christ," Brian groaned as three more men came up, the one in the lead looking wound up and waving a t-shirt.

"I am not wearing a t-shirt that reads cocksucker, Gee."

"WE ALL ARE!"

"WHy don't you two go on and see the sights? Guys are playing later, have time to catch up after the show. Side stage here in about four hours? I'll make sure Worm has the passes for you and is waiting for you over there."

~

Methos thanked every diety he'd ever heard of being worshipped anywhere when Mac was hauled off by some emergency of Amanda's that Richie had gotten involved in. Or, more likely some farce Joe had dreamed up and enlisted Amanda and Richie in to preserve Methos' sanity.

The little preImmortal was indeed wearing a bright pink tshirt with "Cocksucker" scribbled on it in Sharpie-made block letters. The drummer's yellow shirt was a massive sharpie scribble-whatever written on it blacked out, or attempted to be. The bassist's baby blue- what looked to be--had to be a woman's t-shirt by the rounded plunging neckline had cocksucker with an added "My Freinds are" in smaller letters and an S at the end of Cocksucker. The back of the tall guitarist's tshirt read "Gee Made Me Wear This."

The Lead singer's T-shirt was white with Cocksucker on it as well and somehow managed to deliver a sexuality sermon around singing about vampires and prison and teen violence and the gods only knew what else.

Methos laughed.

Brian glared and punched him in the arm and side more than once.

Methos laughed all the harder. Bastian had had all the manners and sophistication of a rabid dog when Methos had met him. Illiterate and nearly feral, Immortality driving him half mad. The unbending pious streak that had been as all encompassing as Columban's had him convinced he was damned and Methos was a demon. Methos still didn't know why he hadn't taken the feral barbarian's head. It was almost worth all he'd put up with from Bastian as he was laughing now.

~fin~