16-20
Suffered a slight setback due to real life (and the fact that now I haven't slept since...ummm...when did I last sleep?), but now that I'm almost done I am determined to finish what I've started. Enjoy.
#16 Missing Scenes: After
(Cassandra fled the submarine base, leaving Duncan and Methos alone, still reeling from the bizarre Double Quickening.)
The Quickening still rang in his ears, long after the sound should have faded to an echo, to nothing. It caught Duncan, held him immobile for many moments before he felt the strength to move.
Methos, he had to go to Methos...
Each step, each additional moment, it grew stronger, louder, ever-present though it should be gone. By the time he reached Methos, he could barely stand, barely move.
Methos, still sobbing, tentatively reached out a hand...and as their fingers touched the sound ceased. Duncan fell to his knees beside Methos in the sudden silence.
It had connected them.
*****
#17 Your Song: I Think I Love You
(the song, obviously, is “I Think I Love You”, and while I’m singing it in my head - all of it - I can’t for the life of me come up with an artist.)
“Out with it, Methos.”
“...what?”
“You’ve been nursing the same beer all night...silent, morose, looking like your kitten died.”
“Don’t have one.”
“Well then?”
Methos hesitated. “I...fell in love.”
“Then why so glum? She’s not? Married?” Duncan moved closer. “Methos, you know I’ll help, if I can.”
Methos stared at him a moment, then leapt from the couch and went for the door. “No, really Mac, it’ll be fine.”
Duncan’s voice, soft and pleading, stopped him. “Methos...”
“Yes?”
Uncertainty. “I lied. I won’t help.”
Shocked, he managed, “What?”
“I think...I love you.”
Methos laughed, suddenly joyous. “Problem solved.”
*****
#18 Quote Me: Public Displays
(warning: existing DM/M relationship)
The loft was so far away that the suggestion was ridiculous, snow eliminated the alley, and the bathroom was too public.
As it was, they barely made it to the hastily picked out closet.
Some time later, as racing hearts slowed and breath returned to normal, rational thought did as well.
“Not my fault I’m irresistible. Think anyone saw?”
“Maybe no one noticed.”
“It’s a good thing Joe wasn’t here tonight. Hey, will Mike tell?”
“I’m hoping Mike didn’t see.”
They stepped out, winding their way through the bar.
Methos leaned in, whispering: “I’d kiss you, but people might talk.”
*****
#19 Holidays: I’ll Be Home for Christmas
(slashiness warning)
Methos sighed into the phone. “I’m sorry I had to miss your birthday, Mac.”
“Yeah, I know you are. Will you at least be back in time to celebrate Christmas?”
“Well...I can try to...”
“New Year’s?”
“Maybe.” Methos listened to the silence on the other end and chuckled. “You know, Highlander, we could pretend to be Russian Orthodox for a while...then I’d definitely be home for Christmas.”
“No ya tebya hochu seychas!”
Methos laughed. “A ya tozhe. It won’t be much longer, I promise.”
“Fine. Just don’t expect me to be happy about it.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
(Translations: “But I want you now!” and “Me, too.”)
*****
#20 Something New: Tropical Vacation
“Really Mac? Never?”
“Nope.”
“How is it you have never done this?”
“I don’t know...I just haven’t, I suppose.”
“I know what your problem is. You, my friend, due to the perversity of your Highland upbringing, have too much fondness for snow and rain and cold, and so have not spent enough time in the fairer, tropical climates.”
“Well...”
“We have time for a trip before the new semester starts, right?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it then. It’s settled. We’re headed south as soon as possible. Believe me, MacLeod, when I’m through with you, you will know how to scuba dive.”
#16 Missing Scenes: After
(Cassandra fled the submarine base, leaving Duncan and Methos alone, still reeling from the bizarre Double Quickening.)
The Quickening still rang in his ears, long after the sound should have faded to an echo, to nothing. It caught Duncan, held him immobile for many moments before he felt the strength to move.
Methos, he had to go to Methos...
Each step, each additional moment, it grew stronger, louder, ever-present though it should be gone. By the time he reached Methos, he could barely stand, barely move.
Methos, still sobbing, tentatively reached out a hand...and as their fingers touched the sound ceased. Duncan fell to his knees beside Methos in the sudden silence.
It had connected them.
*****
#17 Your Song: I Think I Love You
(the song, obviously, is “I Think I Love You”, and while I’m singing it in my head - all of it - I can’t for the life of me come up with an artist.)
“Out with it, Methos.”
“...what?”
“You’ve been nursing the same beer all night...silent, morose, looking like your kitten died.”
“Don’t have one.”
“Well then?”
Methos hesitated. “I...fell in love.”
“Then why so glum? She’s not? Married?” Duncan moved closer. “Methos, you know I’ll help, if I can.”
Methos stared at him a moment, then leapt from the couch and went for the door. “No, really Mac, it’ll be fine.”
Duncan’s voice, soft and pleading, stopped him. “Methos...”
“Yes?”
Uncertainty. “I lied. I won’t help.”
Shocked, he managed, “What?”
“I think...I love you.”
Methos laughed, suddenly joyous. “Problem solved.”
*****
#18 Quote Me: Public Displays
(warning: existing DM/M relationship)
The loft was so far away that the suggestion was ridiculous, snow eliminated the alley, and the bathroom was too public.
As it was, they barely made it to the hastily picked out closet.
Some time later, as racing hearts slowed and breath returned to normal, rational thought did as well.
“Not my fault I’m irresistible. Think anyone saw?”
“Maybe no one noticed.”
“It’s a good thing Joe wasn’t here tonight. Hey, will Mike tell?”
“I’m hoping Mike didn’t see.”
They stepped out, winding their way through the bar.
Methos leaned in, whispering: “I’d kiss you, but people might talk.”
*****
#19 Holidays: I’ll Be Home for Christmas
(slashiness warning)
Methos sighed into the phone. “I’m sorry I had to miss your birthday, Mac.”
“Yeah, I know you are. Will you at least be back in time to celebrate Christmas?”
“Well...I can try to...”
“New Year’s?”
“Maybe.” Methos listened to the silence on the other end and chuckled. “You know, Highlander, we could pretend to be Russian Orthodox for a while...then I’d definitely be home for Christmas.”
“No ya tebya hochu seychas!”
Methos laughed. “A ya tozhe. It won’t be much longer, I promise.”
“Fine. Just don’t expect me to be happy about it.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
(Translations: “But I want you now!” and “Me, too.”)
*****
#20 Something New: Tropical Vacation
“Really Mac? Never?”
“Nope.”
“How is it you have never done this?”
“I don’t know...I just haven’t, I suppose.”
“I know what your problem is. You, my friend, due to the perversity of your Highland upbringing, have too much fondness for snow and rain and cold, and so have not spent enough time in the fairer, tropical climates.”
“Well...”
“We have time for a trip before the new semester starts, right?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it then. It’s settled. We’re headed south as soon as possible. Believe me, MacLeod, when I’m through with you, you will know how to scuba dive.”