Who Are You by justin p.
Written for the
hl_flashfic 'Immortality' challenge. I'm going to cheat, though, and link it to my hl_50 table... mwa ha ha...
This is all
idontlikegravy's fault, by the way.
Who Are You
"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. The air is blue with marijuana smoke. 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 a fool," 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: My sincere apologies to pretty much everyone. The bunny bit, and I couldn't help myself. Feedback is awesome.