Living Water, by Sylvia Volk
Title: Living Water
Author: Sylvia Volk
Pairing: Methos/OFC
Why this must be read:
This story absolutely sparkles. The year is 1872 and Methos is crossing the Gobi by caravan with his sixteen-year-old bride, Ayesha. The journey is full of rich details, colorful characters, and delightful banter between an amused, indulgent Methos and the irrepressible Ayesha. It's colorful, funny, tender, and simply a delight from start to finish.
"You don't trust my judgement."
"Where Bactrian camels are concerned? Of course I don't." Methos crooked his finger. "Let's look at that one."
The owner of the cow-camel he indicated hurried over, dragging his wares behind him; the cow-camel came slowly, stretching out its thick-maned neck and walking reluctantly with shut eyes. It moaned as it did so. The owner of the gelding began indignantly to protest.
"Look at those sagging humps," Ayesha hissed. "Flat as my great-grandmother's breasts. You think I don't know camels? All my life, I have known camels. I was raised on camel-back. I was born upon a camel!"
"You were born in your mother's four-poster bed in Alexandria," said Methos, "and I delivered you!"
"Must you always bring that up?"
Story: Living Water
Author's website: A Trivial Page of Fanfiction
Author: Sylvia Volk
Pairing: Methos/OFC
Why this must be read:
This story absolutely sparkles. The year is 1872 and Methos is crossing the Gobi by caravan with his sixteen-year-old bride, Ayesha. The journey is full of rich details, colorful characters, and delightful banter between an amused, indulgent Methos and the irrepressible Ayesha. It's colorful, funny, tender, and simply a delight from start to finish.
"You don't trust my judgement."
"Where Bactrian camels are concerned? Of course I don't." Methos crooked his finger. "Let's look at that one."
The owner of the cow-camel he indicated hurried over, dragging his wares behind him; the cow-camel came slowly, stretching out its thick-maned neck and walking reluctantly with shut eyes. It moaned as it did so. The owner of the gelding began indignantly to protest.
"Look at those sagging humps," Ayesha hissed. "Flat as my great-grandmother's breasts. You think I don't know camels? All my life, I have known camels. I was raised on camel-back. I was born upon a camel!"
"You were born in your mother's four-poster bed in Alexandria," said Methos, "and I delivered you!"
"Must you always bring that up?"
Story: Living Water
Author's website: A Trivial Page of Fanfiction