The Siren by Tray
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: implied Duncan/Methos
Length: ~9800 words
Author on LJ: elistaire on IJ
Author Website: Taterville
Why this must be read:
This is a summer vacation story with a wonderfully original premise: while on a fishing trip with Duncan and Richie, Methos is abducted by a water nymph. Will Duncan be able to get him back?
This story just has a wonderful summery feel to it. I love the understated characterizations and the contrast of the relaxed summer-house atmosphere with Duncan's growing concern. The whole thing feels like sunlight dancing on the water.
Richie was listening to his headphones again, toes tapping to some strange new beat, attention wandering everywhere but to the end of his pole. Methos was lounging in the open bow, squinting at his book as the light faded. He'd steadfastly refused to fish, claiming that he'd been there and done that, and that the supermarket was a wonderful new invention.
Duncan cast his lure out again, noting that the moon had risen and that half the sky was painted pink and orange. He should reel in and get them back to the house, but everything was so comfortable and companionable that he was loath to break the tranquility. The whole fishing trip had mostly been a ruse. True, he had wanted to check the condition of the rental property that he owned, but he could have done it some time as an aside to one of his other business trips. He had really wanted to spend time with his friends, doing something that didn't even remotely involve the Game.
The Siren
Pairing: implied Duncan/Methos
Length: ~9800 words
Author on LJ: elistaire on IJ
Author Website: Taterville
Why this must be read:
This is a summer vacation story with a wonderfully original premise: while on a fishing trip with Duncan and Richie, Methos is abducted by a water nymph. Will Duncan be able to get him back?
This story just has a wonderful summery feel to it. I love the understated characterizations and the contrast of the relaxed summer-house atmosphere with Duncan's growing concern. The whole thing feels like sunlight dancing on the water.
Richie was listening to his headphones again, toes tapping to some strange new beat, attention wandering everywhere but to the end of his pole. Methos was lounging in the open bow, squinting at his book as the light faded. He'd steadfastly refused to fish, claiming that he'd been there and done that, and that the supermarket was a wonderful new invention.
Duncan cast his lure out again, noting that the moon had risen and that half the sky was painted pink and orange. He should reel in and get them back to the house, but everything was so comfortable and companionable that he was loath to break the tranquility. The whole fishing trip had mostly been a ruse. True, he had wanted to check the condition of the rental property that he owned, but he could have done it some time as an aside to one of his other business trips. He had really wanted to spend time with his friends, doing something that didn't even remotely involve the Game.
The Siren