Fic: 'Till Death Do Us Part
Title: 'Till Death Do Us Part
Author: tinypinkmouse
Fandom: Highlander
Pairings: Duncan/Methos
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 395
Spoilers: Some small stuff, but how old is this series again? Does anyone care about spoilers?
Summary: Methos always said a relationship with another Immortal was too much of a commitment.
Warnings: Implied slash, implied character death.
Disclaimer: No, no and no. I've hidden no Highlanders under my bed. Obviously that's where I'd put them if I owned any.
Notes: This is one of the tiny ficlets that has been lurking around my various computers for years. Who knows when I've written it or if I've posted it somewhere I don't remember. If you've seen it somewhere. Hey, that was me.
Also note to self, do not post things when on severe caffeine/sugar high. That's when things like that disclaimer happens. And this note. And that lj-cut text.
Now as a podfic
He'd tried not to fall in love with the Highlander. He'd reminded himself of the Scotsman's annoying tendency to judge people, of the man's habit of diving head first into danger and dragging those close to him with him. Those were not things Methos needed. But it had all been in vain. It had been inevitable since the beginning. He'd felt an undeniable attraction to MacLeod since the first time they met. If he was completely honest with himself, which he rarely was, he'd probably fallen for him in the instant that he first lay eyes on the man.
And when he recognised that connection between himself and the Highlander he should have turned tail and run. He should have run and never looked back, but he hadn't. He'd meant to at first, but he never had been able to stay away when he fell in love. Wasn't that funny; love, his greatest weakness.
There were times when he thought that he'd managed to avoid the danger. There had been Alexa, another instantaneous connection. He had loved her so much. And of course there had been the Horsemen. He'd thought that maybe MacLeod couldn't get past that, even with all the time they had. The last time Methos thought it might all work out for the best was after the kid died and the Highlander vanished. Well, perhaps not for the best, but at least better for him.
He'd tried to warn MacLeod. He'd told him that getting involved with another immortal was too much of a commitment. Methos had thought that maybe the Highlander would get the hint.
And he'd hoped that perhaps MacLeod would not end up returning his feelings. He always hoped. But he'd always known how it would all end.
He always outlived his lovers. Always.
He had to outlive them. That was the way it worked. Sooner or later his survival instinct would become stronger than the love he felt. It wasn't a problem when he fell for mortals, they were rarely a serious danger to him and they died so soon anyway. It was different with immortals.
Methos sighed and turned away from the gravestone that marked the last resting place of Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
If he closed his eyes he could still see the surprised look on the Highlander's face. He would never forget it.
Author: tinypinkmouse
Fandom: Highlander
Pairings: Duncan/Methos
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 395
Spoilers: Some small stuff, but how old is this series again? Does anyone care about spoilers?
Summary: Methos always said a relationship with another Immortal was too much of a commitment.
Warnings: Implied slash, implied character death.
Disclaimer: No, no and no. I've hidden no Highlanders under my bed. Obviously that's where I'd put them if I owned any.
Notes: This is one of the tiny ficlets that has been lurking around my various computers for years. Who knows when I've written it or if I've posted it somewhere I don't remember. If you've seen it somewhere. Hey, that was me.
Also note to self, do not post things when on severe caffeine/sugar high. That's when things like that disclaimer happens. And this note. And that lj-cut text.
Now as a podfic
He'd tried not to fall in love with the Highlander. He'd reminded himself of the Scotsman's annoying tendency to judge people, of the man's habit of diving head first into danger and dragging those close to him with him. Those were not things Methos needed. But it had all been in vain. It had been inevitable since the beginning. He'd felt an undeniable attraction to MacLeod since the first time they met. If he was completely honest with himself, which he rarely was, he'd probably fallen for him in the instant that he first lay eyes on the man.
And when he recognised that connection between himself and the Highlander he should have turned tail and run. He should have run and never looked back, but he hadn't. He'd meant to at first, but he never had been able to stay away when he fell in love. Wasn't that funny; love, his greatest weakness.
There were times when he thought that he'd managed to avoid the danger. There had been Alexa, another instantaneous connection. He had loved her so much. And of course there had been the Horsemen. He'd thought that maybe MacLeod couldn't get past that, even with all the time they had. The last time Methos thought it might all work out for the best was after the kid died and the Highlander vanished. Well, perhaps not for the best, but at least better for him.
He'd tried to warn MacLeod. He'd told him that getting involved with another immortal was too much of a commitment. Methos had thought that maybe the Highlander would get the hint.
And he'd hoped that perhaps MacLeod would not end up returning his feelings. He always hoped. But he'd always known how it would all end.
He always outlived his lovers. Always.
He had to outlive them. That was the way it worked. Sooner or later his survival instinct would become stronger than the love he felt. It wasn't a problem when he fell for mortals, they were rarely a serious danger to him and they died so soon anyway. It was different with immortals.
Methos sighed and turned away from the gravestone that marked the last resting place of Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
If he closed his eyes he could still see the surprised look on the Highlander's face. He would never forget it.