I'm bored enough.

[amand_r]

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request ~something~ of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal. If you absolutely can't write, you can offer drawings or icons or something instead (meta? picspams? reasons why that character/pairing rocks/doesn't rock?).They will be fics

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[amand_r]

The only thing Methos hated more than headhunting was being headhunted. It was a thing. It made a lot of sense actually, unless you were a freak (or MacLeod) but hey.

"Look…uhm, person," Methos said aloud to the air. It was quite difficult to tell where the person was. The house was huge, probably why they called it an estate when he called up and said, 'I'd like to rent that house.' He stilled, as if his own silence would better enable him to hear the other person. "We can come to some agreement, yeah? I'm sure that you don't want to do this."

"Oh I want to do this," the woman said. "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Methos rolled his eyes and wracked his brain. "You have the wrong person," he said, inching along the hallway. His sword was in his room, with his gun. Great place for them, actually.

"I don't think so."

Mac had warned him that renting under an old alias would be bad, but Pierson had the good credit rating, dammit. Methos glanced about the drawing room for something he could use as a weapon: vase, no. Sofa, no. Degas reprint, maybe…no. Andirons-yes please. He selected the pointiest one-at least he could stab her and then make a run for it.

"There you are," the woman said from the doorway and Methos froze before whirling, andiron in hand. The woman raised her hands. "That's, uhm, it's a little early for a fire, don't you think?"

Methos stood stock-still as she crossed the room towards him. She held out a folded paper. "Take it."

He paused, lowering the poker. "What?"

One eyebrow raised. "Take the subpoena." She laughed. "I hope you don't think I was coming for your head." She gestured to her clothes. "In Prada. I don't think so." She saluted him with two fingers. "I'll see myself out, milord."

Methos unfolded the paper with two fingers and glanced at it. "The Council is SUING ME?"

The woman turned but kept walking backwards. "Whatever it says on the tin! I'm just the messenger."

***

[easilymused1956]

You have put a huge smile on my face with this story! Thank you sweetie.

Hahaha! Subpoena. Prada!

Poor, poor Methos...

Renee

[amand_r]

HAAAHAHAHAHH I KNEW I COULD THINK OF SOMETHING.

IT WAS HAAAAAARD.

I SHOULD REWATCH HIGHLANDER.

[amonitrate]

probably why they called it an estate when he called up and said, 'I'd like to rent that house.'

ahahahhahahahhahahahah

oh my god subpoenaing methos. you cracked my shit up.

[amand_r]

THE WATCHERS ARE SUING HIM.

BREACH OF CONTRACT.

THEY WANT MONEYS (AND THEIR ARCHIVES) BACK.

PROPRIETARY MATERIALS, MAN.

[amonitrate]

BREACH OF CONTRACT. YESSSS.

HE COULD CARE LESS ABOUT THE MONEY, BUT THEY'RE NOT GETTING THE FUCKING ARCHIVES, MAN.

[amand_r]

HE BLED FOR THOSE BOOKS, MAN.

[amonitrate]

SOME OF THEM ARE *WRITTEN* IN HIS BLOOD, EVEN, MAN.

[amand_r]

HE FOUND HIS RECIPE FOR SEA ANEMONES!

[amonitrate]

DOES IT INVOLVE LENTILS? DOES HE EVEN HAVE LENTILS IN HIS PANTRY?

...FOLLOWING RECIPES WRITTEN IN YOUR OWN BLOOD ISN'T AS WEIRD AS IT PROBABLY SHOULD BE.

[amand_r]

IT MIGHT BE SLIGHTLY COMFORTING.

[amonitrate]

TRUE.

...ARGH I GOT NOTHING.

[killabeez]

Nobody can make me laugh like you do. A classic, and it's in an LJ comment!

[amand_r]

I'd love to read that lawsuit.

Yay!

[holde_maid]

Love it!