broadsword_babe: (Elsa)
When: September, 1939
Where: Berlin, Germany
Alias: Elsa Schneider


She stood on the platform overlooking the rally at the Institute of Aryan Culture. She was only steps away from some of the most dangerous men in Europe: Joseph Goebbels, Heinrich Himmler, and Hitler himself. If any of them knew what she truly was, it would not mean her death, but very probably years of torture to discover the source of her Immortality.

It wasn't only that fear that clogged her throat that night, but the smoke from a thousand burning books. The flames ate through the covers and pages like dried leaves. So much knowledge, so many ideas, reduced to ashes because they did not promote the German ideals.

The thought that she needed the Third Reich to find the Grail made her sick. Politely excusing herself from the platform, she decided to take a walk along the colonnade. She was so lost in thought that she did not hear the man behind her until he spoke.

"Fraulein Doctor," he growled. "Where is it?"

She turned in surprise to find none other than Indiana Jones in an SA uniform.

"How did you get here?" she asked, shocked.

"Where is it?" Indiana demanded again before pinning her to a column and rifling through her coat. "I want it!"

"You came back for the book? Why?" she asked.

She couldn't understand why he still needed it. After all, they'd given the map with no name to Marcus Brody, whom she had learned was in custody in Iskenderun. Why else would he need it?

"My father didn't want it incinerated," he responded gruffly.

"Is that what you think of me?" she asked, almost hurt.

She wanted to tell Indy about her Immortality, but she didn't dare. She couldn't risk anyone knowing her secrets. She was certain if they did, she would be on the next train to Dr. Mengele's laboratory.

"I believe in the Grail, not the Swastika."

That much was true. She believed in Arthur and his Knights. She wanted to tell Indy of the centuries she'd lived as a nun, but knew he wouldn't believe her. Though, if she were truly honest, her years in various convents had been for the benefit of sanctuary and holy ground, and not because of the Christian God.

"But you stood up to be counted with the enemy of everything the Grail stands for," Indy growled. "Who gives a damn what you think?"

Her mind raced. She still needed Indy and his father to help her find the Grail. More importantly, she wanted to know why he wanted the book. She couldn't stand there and just watch him leave.

"You do!" she argued, desperately.

He surprised her yet again by grabbing her throat. "All I have to do is squeeze."

Or so he thought.

"All I have to do is scream."

Indy hesitated for a second as he weighed her threat. Then, he nearly shoved her away as he let go of her neck. She hated betraying Indy and his father, but they were both a means to an end. And she couldn't not keep her promise to Arthur.

Quinnleigh Kincaid
Dr. Elsa Schneider
Highlander OC/Indiana Jones & the Last Crusade crossover
515 Words
Note: Italicized dialog is from Indiana Jones & the Last Crusade.


broadsword_babe: (Elsa)
"Are you sure zis vill verk?" Oberst asked.

"Positive," I answered confidently. "Henry might be zeh vun viz zeh Medieval History knowledge, but Indy's zeh vun who haz zeh soft spot for damzels. Threaten me, and I'm sure he vill hand over zeh Diary."

Gunfire from out in the hallway interruped whatever Oberst was about to say. I quickly mussed my hair so it looked like I'd gotten the rough end of things.

Elsa? Elsa! )



Muse: Quinnleigh Kincaid Dr. Elsa Schneider
Fandom: Highlander OC/Indiana Jones Crossover
Words: 731 (Italicized quotes are directly from the movie "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade" and are not binding on any other muses.)
Prompt: Would you make a good spy? Why or why not?
broadsword_babe: (Elsa)
{OOC: MASSIVE creative license has been taken with nods/props to Indiana Jones & the Last Crusade and Disney's The Sword in the Stone.}


{Private}


Late September, 1939
Alias: Elsa Schneider/Guinevere


I don’t know how long it took me to climb out of that chasm. My hands were bloodied and I was missing at least one nail from my abused fingers, but I finally made it to the top of the crevasse. With the Grail tucked safely into my belt, I ran as quickly as I could out of the temple.

I wasn’t surprised to find that night had settled on the Canyon of the Crescent Moon, and there was no one around. Indy had seen me fall into that chasm, and I didn’t think he suspected I’d ever make it out again. Given the fact that he had drunk from the Grail, there was every possibility I’d run into him again one day.
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