flashfic: Methos and Ceirdwyn on a date
Title: Methos and Ceirdwyn go on a date.
Plot bunny donated by: Thank you, Ith. Thank you very much.
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Time: the near future, maybe next week:
Methos looked at her from over the top of his menu, caught her looking at him just as skeptically as he was eyeing her.
"Your orders, sir and madam?" the waiter asked, standing at the ready.
"MacLeod did say he would pick up the bill," Methos said. One of the good things about living as long as I have, is that there're no dietary restrictions, and ordered one of the more expensive and tasty-looking entrees.
Ceirdwyn ordered something just as delicious-sounding, if only slightly less costly, and the both of them handed over their menus.
As the waiter was leaving, he was nearly run over by a kid running to somewhere.
"Kids," Methos muttered. "Always in a hurry."
"Aye," Ceirdwyn said, her accent more Anglo-Saxon when she said it. "And they always think they know what's good for them better than we do."
"And then they insist on applying it to us." Seeing Ceirdwyn's appreciative look, "What?"
"So Duncan did it to you too?"
"Aye," Methos said, his accent from shortly before Rome arrived in Britain. "Repeatedly."
"He stopped you," as well, "from getting revenge?"
"Oh he tried. Luckily, I plan for such eventualities."
"Is that so?" Ceirdwyn asked.
"It is."
"And what did you plan for tonight?"
"Absolutely nothing - I can't anticipate what'll happen on a blind date engineered by MacLeod."
"True. If it helps, you're a sight better than what I was afraid he was going to saddle me with."
"As are you," Methos said. Truth be told, I was afraid he'd finally caved in, and was handing me over to Cassandra.
Plot bunny donated by: Thank you, Ith. Thank you very much.
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Time: the near future, maybe next week:
Methos looked at her from over the top of his menu, caught her looking at him just as skeptically as he was eyeing her.
"Your orders, sir and madam?" the waiter asked, standing at the ready.
"MacLeod did say he would pick up the bill," Methos said. One of the good things about living as long as I have, is that there're no dietary restrictions, and ordered one of the more expensive and tasty-looking entrees.
Ceirdwyn ordered something just as delicious-sounding, if only slightly less costly, and the both of them handed over their menus.
As the waiter was leaving, he was nearly run over by a kid running to somewhere.
"Kids," Methos muttered. "Always in a hurry."
"Aye," Ceirdwyn said, her accent more Anglo-Saxon when she said it. "And they always think they know what's good for them better than we do."
"And then they insist on applying it to us." Seeing Ceirdwyn's appreciative look, "What?"
"So Duncan did it to you too?"
"Aye," Methos said, his accent from shortly before Rome arrived in Britain. "Repeatedly."
"He stopped you," as well, "from getting revenge?"
"Oh he tried. Luckily, I plan for such eventualities."
"Is that so?" Ceirdwyn asked.
"It is."
"And what did you plan for tonight?"
"Absolutely nothing - I can't anticipate what'll happen on a blind date engineered by MacLeod."
"True. If it helps, you're a sight better than what I was afraid he was going to saddle me with."
"As are you," Methos said. Truth be told, I was afraid he'd finally caved in, and was handing me over to Cassandra.