RotM 1.44.2 Rewinding History (locked to those who know Methos)
Have you ever cheered for the wrong team, chosen the wrong side, picked the wrong horse or backed the wrong person in a fight? If so, what would you do differently, if you could do it over?
I always back the winning team. It's who I am, no matter what romantic drivel others might try to say about me. I am a survivor, and I don't regret any of the times I have chosen a side. I try very hard not to have to choose, but, at times, it's necessary.
*sigh*
Very well...
"Byron didn't force him to do anything."
"That's a load of crap. Mike's dead because of Byron."
"No, Mike is dead because of . . . Mike."
Alright...now let's rewind and rewrite from here, shall we?
I, of course, put on my most macho demeanor. "Look, take off your white hat for five minutes. We're all responsible for the choices that we make, MacLeod. Mike knew what drugs were and he chose to use them. He's dead, and that's a shame. But you killing Byron would turn it into a tragedy and I won't allow that."
MacLeod, of course, would be stunned...and more than a little turned on...by my forceful defense of my old friend...and lover, but I never told Mac that. He shocked easily. "Methos, I have to fight him. I'm Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod and I have a sacred duty to kill all Immortals that piss me off."
"No. I forbid it."
"I beg yer pardon?"
"I said no. I won't let you kill Byron. He's my good friend, a genius and a brilliant man, not to mention he's a damn good fuck. The way I see it, MacLeod, this can go one of two ways." My fingers are on the butt of my pistol, because I know that if I have to take down MacLeod, I'll have to shoot the big bastard.
"You walk away, go get drunk and wait for me?" MacLeod...the jokester.
"No. You can either walk away, leaving me here to deal with Byron. Don't worry, I'll make sure he realizes what a naughty thing he's done."
"Or?"
"Or, I shoot you.." Of course, I pull out the gun for dramatic effect. "I get the roadies to drag you off, dump you on a slow freighter to China, and by the time you get back, all is forgiven." Oh, look, I add in a cute smile. Really, even armed I can be cute.
"Those are the only choices?" MacLeod looks warily at my gun. No...the other gun.
"Well, we could just go watch the concert, then party with Byron later." I'm all for choices, after all.
"Groupies?" Damned heterosexual Scot.
"Fine. We'll get you a nice selection of bints to play with."
"Oh, all right."
What?
This is not your rewind of history. It's mine!
Tune in next week, children, and I'll do a rewind of "The Horsemen and the Busty Slavegirl". I aim to please.
Beer time.
Adam Pierson aka Methos
Highlander
474 words including quotes from "The Modern Prometheus"
I always back the winning team. It's who I am, no matter what romantic drivel others might try to say about me. I am a survivor, and I don't regret any of the times I have chosen a side. I try very hard not to have to choose, but, at times, it's necessary.
*sigh*
Very well...
"Byron didn't force him to do anything."
"That's a load of crap. Mike's dead because of Byron."
"No, Mike is dead because of . . . Mike."
Alright...now let's rewind and rewrite from here, shall we?
I, of course, put on my most macho demeanor. "Look, take off your white hat for five minutes. We're all responsible for the choices that we make, MacLeod. Mike knew what drugs were and he chose to use them. He's dead, and that's a shame. But you killing Byron would turn it into a tragedy and I won't allow that."
MacLeod, of course, would be stunned...and more than a little turned on...by my forceful defense of my old friend...and lover, but I never told Mac that. He shocked easily. "Methos, I have to fight him. I'm Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod and I have a sacred duty to kill all Immortals that piss me off."
"No. I forbid it."
"I beg yer pardon?"
"I said no. I won't let you kill Byron. He's my good friend, a genius and a brilliant man, not to mention he's a damn good fuck. The way I see it, MacLeod, this can go one of two ways." My fingers are on the butt of my pistol, because I know that if I have to take down MacLeod, I'll have to shoot the big bastard.
"You walk away, go get drunk and wait for me?" MacLeod...the jokester.
"No. You can either walk away, leaving me here to deal with Byron. Don't worry, I'll make sure he realizes what a naughty thing he's done."
"Or?"
"Or, I shoot you.." Of course, I pull out the gun for dramatic effect. "I get the roadies to drag you off, dump you on a slow freighter to China, and by the time you get back, all is forgiven." Oh, look, I add in a cute smile. Really, even armed I can be cute.
"Those are the only choices?" MacLeod looks warily at my gun. No...the other gun.
"Well, we could just go watch the concert, then party with Byron later." I'm all for choices, after all.
"Groupies?" Damned heterosexual Scot.
"Fine. We'll get you a nice selection of bints to play with."
"Oh, all right."
What?
This is not your rewind of history. It's mine!
Tune in next week, children, and I'll do a rewind of "The Horsemen and the Busty Slavegirl". I aim to please.
Beer time.
Adam Pierson aka Methos
Highlander
474 words including quotes from "The Modern Prometheus"