Ficlet for muns, no pups allowed.
*Revelation*
There was always at least mutual respect between them. They always played each other, but they always knew one another.
And then that.One moment of clarity. Doesn't matter if Methos wanted him to see it, be distracted and lose, or if it was all by chance, a horrible coincidence. All that matters is the expression Methos had on his face.
And now, this. Methos - either feeling nothing, or just vengeful. Doesn't fear him, doesn't fear teasing, taking. As if the past four thousand years never happened.
You always knew me, brother, always knew what would hurt most. And I knew you, but I don't anymore. The heat is gone. What Ethan had said... "He's not what he used to be anymore. Who he was, is gone." I offered freedom and power, I offered the world. If it's not what he wants...
It still is what I want.
I have time.