Ficlet: A Leek By Any Other Name...
Title: A Leek By Any Other Name
Series: Highlander
Characters: Joe Dawson/Methos
Word Count: 233
Spoilers: None
Beta: Going Commando
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Highlander or the characters therein, they belong to their respective companies. Any original storylines, characters and places are my property.
Author’s Note: A little inspiration at dinner one night leads to a small smirk from the Really Old Guy.
A Leek By Any Other Name
“Whatcha got there, Joe?”
Joe slurped down the spoonful of soup and glared at Methos as he settled himself down on a nearby barstool. “Leek soup. Mrs. Jones recipe from the old neigborhood.”
“Thought that’s what it smelled like,” Methos said.
“I bet you didn’t know it’s the national emblem of Wales,” Joe said, smirking around the next mouthful of soup. He finally had something on the old man.
“It’s not from Wales.”
“Yeah right.
“Not originally.” Methos hopped up and helped himself to a beer form behind the bar. “It’s from Egypt. Nero used to love it when I made him leek soup. I would make it from a special broth of rendered goose-”
“Then how did it get to the United Kingdom?” Joe quickly interrupted the old man. Some of Methos’ old recipes gave him nightmares.
“I have mentioned I really hate boats, right?” Methos said as he clapped Joe on the back. He leaned over the Watcher’s shoulder. “I would do anything to get off a boat,” Methos whispered. “Including smuggling cargo to the natives. And if some leeks happened to be part of the package…” Methos’ voice trailed off as he swooshed back around the bar, depositing himself back on his favorite barstool.
“I never know if you’re joking or not,” Joe chided.
“At my age, why should I lie?” Methos gave Joe a grin and drank his beer.
Series: Highlander
Characters: Joe Dawson/Methos
Word Count: 233
Spoilers: None
Beta: Going Commando
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Highlander or the characters therein, they belong to their respective companies. Any original storylines, characters and places are my property.
Author’s Note: A little inspiration at dinner one night leads to a small smirk from the Really Old Guy.
A Leek By Any Other Name
“Whatcha got there, Joe?”
Joe slurped down the spoonful of soup and glared at Methos as he settled himself down on a nearby barstool. “Leek soup. Mrs. Jones recipe from the old neigborhood.”
“Thought that’s what it smelled like,” Methos said.
“I bet you didn’t know it’s the national emblem of Wales,” Joe said, smirking around the next mouthful of soup. He finally had something on the old man.
“It’s not from Wales.”
“Yeah right.
“Not originally.” Methos hopped up and helped himself to a beer form behind the bar. “It’s from Egypt. Nero used to love it when I made him leek soup. I would make it from a special broth of rendered goose-”
“Then how did it get to the United Kingdom?” Joe quickly interrupted the old man. Some of Methos’ old recipes gave him nightmares.
“I have mentioned I really hate boats, right?” Methos said as he clapped Joe on the back. He leaned over the Watcher’s shoulder. “I would do anything to get off a boat,” Methos whispered. “Including smuggling cargo to the natives. And if some leeks happened to be part of the package…” Methos’ voice trailed off as he swooshed back around the bar, depositing himself back on his favorite barstool.
“I never know if you’re joking or not,” Joe chided.
“At my age, why should I lie?” Methos gave Joe a grin and drank his beer.