Who Are You by justin p.
Title: Who Are You
Author: justin p.
Words: ~500 (my stupid counting prog. is broken, & I'm lazy)
Challenge: Immortality: Dual Roles
Characters: Fitz, Duncan MacLeod
Summary: This is probably the most insane thing I've ever written. It is complete and utter crack, and should neither be taken seriously nor inhaled.
"This is the most idiotic thing you've ever done," Duncan says. He looks flustered; more irritated than Fitz has seen him since the last time Amanda brought up Cory Raines. "You'll never be able to be anonymous after this. Everyone and their cousin will recognize you."
"Oh, don't be a mother hen, MacLeod," Fitz says dismissively. "You're just jealous of my unspeakable talent."
"Unspeakable is right," Duncan says. "No one in their right minds would want to listen to your caterwauling."
"I'd say our sales numbers prove you wrong. Not to mention the crowd out there waiting for us to take the stage."
"None of your audience is in their right minds. There are more drugs being passed around out there than you'd find in a dozen pharmacies. Have you even seen the crowd?"
"I certainly have," Fitz says appreciatively. "All of those lovely, uninhibited young women..." He grins. "I adore this decade."
"You would," Duncan snorts. "I nearly had a heart attack the first time I heard you on the radio."
"We're Immortal, MacLeod," Fitz says. "We don't get heart attacks."
Someone pounds on the dressing room door. "Five minutes, damn it!"
"I can't believe you," Duncan says. "You're such a prima don-- is that eyeliner?!"
"It makes me look dashing," Fitz says, with great satisfaction.
"It makes you look like an idiot," Duncan grumbles, "as if you need any help with that."
"There are thousands of women who disagree," Fitz tells him serenely.
Another impatient fist pounds on the dressing-room door. "Would you bloody well hurry up? We're on?"
"I'll be right there," Fitz calls. Grinning at Duncan, he asks: "Well? How do I look."
"You don't want me to answer that," Duncan says darkly.
"You're right," Fitz says. "I don't." As he opens the door, the murmur of the crowd swells to a roar. Fitz beams. "My public awaits," he says. With a sweeping bow in the Highlander's direction, he makes his exit.
"Cut your hair!" Duncan yells after him. "You look ridiculous!"
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Author's Notes: I'm going to blame this on
idontlikegravy, 'cause she's the one who told me about this community, and then the bunny bit, and then I just *had* to sit down and write this. I think I need help.