Title: Jane and Mary

Claim: Highlander: General Series

Fandom:Highlander/Supernatural

Characters/Pairing: Methos/OC, Mary/John Winchester, baby Dean

Prompt: Birth.

Word Count: 1173

Rating: 13ish

Author's Notes: written for crossovers100 first of the Mortal Ties Arc but can be read alone.

Methos caught sight of wide dark eyes. No. No his little Mary had woken up. Gods why hadn't the drug she'd been given lasted another hour.

Santiago's head hit the warehouse floor with a thud. "Don't be scared, baby" Methos managed to call out in what he hoped was a comforting voice. His Ivanhoe clattered on the floor as he braced himself for the Quickening.

Mary Jacobs watched as the mist and lightning swirled up in the mini-windstorm that surrounded her daddy. Her daddy had--killed--the bad man.

The bad man had terrified her. He'd grabbed her and covered her mouth with something that smelled bad and made her fall asleep. The first time she'd woken up he said he was going to kill her daddy. And maybe keep her for a toy, a souvenier. Her daddy had killed the bad man, and now...

"DADDY!" Mary screamed.

Methos heard her screams as the Quickening tore through him but there was nothing he could do until it had ran it's course.

"Daddy," Mary sobbed what seemed like ages later.

"Shh, sokay, over" Methos managed and staggered to his feet. "Sokay, baby girl, let's get out of here." Before the watchers got a good picture of "Dean Jacobs" and tried to decide how old this untagged immortal was and who else of the unwatched he might be. Damned watchers, damned cameras. "Let's go home."

~*~*~

"Dean?"

"It's me, Janie, I've got her" Methos called out as he entered the house with Mary in his arms.

Jane came out from behind the sofa, his Colt in her hands cocked and ready to shoot. "Oh thank God, Dean."

"Daddy?"

"We're home, sweetheart, we're home." Methos assured the little girl in his arms.

"I've packed--"

Methos shook his head. "In the morning. We're safe for now."

"Daddy?"

"What, baby girl?"

"What are you?"

"Immortal, sweetheart, a different kind of people."

"Am I?"

"No, baby girl, you're not. You're like your mama," Methos said softly.

"Was the bad man like you?"

"Yes, he was."

"Are there other bad men?"

"No where near here tonight, I promise," Methos said giving the little girl who had been his daughter these last nine years, all of her young life, the only answer he could.

Jane swallowed. She'd known this day was coming. She'd known five years now her husband's secret. A secret that had now resulted in their daughter's kidnapping to get to him. "Did he--"

"Only what I am. Not who I am."

"Who are you daddy?"

"I'm the oldest man in the world"

"That's so sad." Mary said groggily and tightened her hold on his neck.

"Well if I wasn't I'd never gotten to havve you for my baby girl," Methos managed.

~*~*~

It was easily enough arranged. Jane and Mary were quickly relocated. The watchers might follow them but would give up soon enough when he didn't go anywhere near them. The accounts were taken care of swiftly. Jane and Mary wouldn't be rich enough to attract fortune hunters, or he hoped not anyway, but they would live in modest comfort for the rest of their lives. He didn't allow himself to wonder if he'd ever see them again, it was best he didn't. Easier to lock them in the past.

~*~*~*~

"He's beautiful, Mary," John Winchester looked at the red faced squalling baby in awe.

Mary tiredly held out her arms for the child she had just given birth too. "Dean. I want to call him Dean, John." Mary said to her husband.

"Dean? For your father?"

"Yes," Mary nodded.

John frowned, and shook his head a bit baffled. He knew Mary's dad had left when Mary was nine, leaving her and her mother alone, though he'd left Jane Jacobs financially secure he'd still left.

"There were reasons. I--they don't matter any more. He left for us, to protect us." Mary said quietly.

John slowly nodded. He heard that from both Mary and Jane. Both idealized the man whatever the fact of the matter might be. "Dean," John nodded. "It's a good name."

Mary smiled.

Visiting hours over Mary was left to spend the night thinking. Her insistence with having Dean in her room was met with some resistence but she pitched a big enough of a fit and threatened a law suit if they didn't let her have her way the staff had capitulated.

The night nurse had scowled and muttered about hippie freaks when Mary declined the bottle and insisted on nursing Dean herself.

"I want your grandpa to meet you little boy. And someday I'm going to tell you the truth about him, when you're all grown up and I want you to know him. Somehow." Mary whispered.

~*~*~

The first thing Mary did when John left for work her first day home with Dean was go to the phone.

"Whitley and Barnes."

"Yes, is Mr. Benjamin Fitzhugh still employed at this firm? He was the solicitor my father arranged the account with."

"Mr. Fithugh Sr is retired but his son Benjamin Jr. took over his clients two years ago. May I have your name and I'll put your call through?"

"My name is Mary Jacobs Winchester. My father was Dean Jacobs. This particular trust was set up in 1965."

"Just a moment ma'am"

Ten minutes later a very proper male voice came on the line. "Miss Jacobs--"

"It's Mrs. Winchester now, actually. I'd like my address forwarded with the message, please visit and meet little Dean."

"Of course ma'am,"

Mary gave the information shakily. Almost not daring to hope.

~*~*~

*dingdong*

"Just a moment" Mary called out resnapping Dean's onesie. "Just a hold tight little Deanie Dinkins let mama see who is at the door then you can have your lunch."

The baby was less than impressed.

"You were named right little man, just as stubborn as that grandpa of yours--" Mary broke off staring.

"Mary?"

"Daddy," she whispered. "Come in,"

"I can only stay an hour."

Mary nodded. "John's at work. Come in, this is my son, Dean."

"That's--"

"Mama died five months ago. I wanted to call, she made me promise not until after the baby was born if at all."

~*~*~

Methos swallowed. "How?"

"Cancer"

He winced.

"Come in, please,"

Methos nodded. He simply drank in the sight of his little Mary all grown up and obviously happy.

"You want to hold him?" She asked once Dean had been fed and burped. The baby now lay drowsy and contented in his mother's arms.

"Been a while since I've held a babe this small. You as a matter of fact were the last."

Mary smiled and handed him the small bundle wrapped in blankets.

"Shoot." Mary sighed as the phone rang.

Methos nodded and smiled, entranced with the infant. "Hello little one." Methos whispered. Though only little more than a week old, baby Dean's eyes were dark, still blue but would turn deep brown before long. Methos was certain of that. Likely those fine strands of brown hair would darken as well.

Methos stroked the baby's cheek with a gentle finger, this was one child he would be unable to resist following in the future. "Don't you worry little one, I'll see you again someday."