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fandomweekly2022-12-10 03:41 pm
[#001-Second Chances] First, A Beer (Highlander)
Title: First, A Beer
Fandom: Highlander
Rating/Warnings: PG-A British swear word
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 786
Summary: A week or so after Revelation 6:8, Duncan gives Methos a second chance, will he take it? Is it even Duncan’s place to offer it?
Methos stood in his apartment and turned in a circle. It was either time to move or redecorate. The place was a little gloomy. Maybe something in primary colors? A blue rug, red and yellow throw pillows? No, he wasn’t a primary colors type of guy.
He felt the approach of another immortal and grabbed his sword. He stood beside the front door and there was a knock, “It’s me. I want to talk to you.”
Duncan MacLeod. Methos sighed, not really wanting to hear the self-righteous moralizing lecture he knew was coming. He unlocked the door and opened it. MacLeod walked through the door before Methos could say, “Why don’t you come in?”
“Joe told me you were back in town.”
“Tattletale.” Methos stood away from MacLeod, his sword still in his hand.
MacLeod waved his hand at the chairs set up on either side of a small table that Methos used for chess. “Look, can we sit down and talk?”
“What is there to talk about? If it’s more, ‘we’re done and how could you do that’ then, no, we can’t talk.”
“That’s not what I was going to say.”
MacLeod sat down and indicated that Methos should take the other chair, like he was the bloody king of something. Arrogant twat.
Methos sat down and leaned his sword against the side of the chair. “So, talk.”
“You were right. Times were different. I’ve done some things I’m not proud of. I’m sure everybody has. But what you did… It was beyond anything…”
“Umhm, go on.”
MacLeod shifted in his chair, maybe realizing that it was not going well. “It was a surprise to me. That you were… what you were. Cassandra showing up, saying all those horrible things…” He sliced through the air with his hand, not finishing the thought. “I didn’t know what to think. I was sure that she was confused, mistaken. The Methos I thought I knew would not do that. I defended you to her.”
“Why should it be a surprise? You weren’t always perfect. It happened thousands of years ago. I have regrets, yes, but there is nothing I can do to change it. Let it go.” Methos sat back in the chair but didn’t relax. He still wasn’t entirely sure what MacLeod would do from his position of judgment. After all, he had taken Kronos’ quickening and Methos was sure that one would not go quietly.
“I’m trying to explain.”
“Oh, I get it. You don’t need to explain. You, of all people, should know that nobody is who you think they are. Everyone has a past.”
“That’s what I’m trying to say.” MacLeod spread his hands and moved to the edge of his chair, leaning forward. “I forgive you. I’m letting it go.”
Methos felt like he had been slapped. “Forgive me?” He rose from his chair and pointed his sword at MacLeod. “FORGIVE ME? Who are you to forgive what has nothing to do with you? Leave.”
“Methos…” MacLeod stood and backed away from the point of his sword.
“Leave before I get angry and forget I’m more civilized now.”
“Methos, I’m apologizing for judging you so harshly.” MacLeod was backing toward the door at the point of the sword. “I’m saying I want you back in my life. I value our friendship… or what I thought…”
“No, you don’t get to play that card.” Methos dropped the sword. “You don’t know me at all. Never forget that.”
“Tell me one thing; do you miss that life? The raiding, the killing, Kronos?”
Methos was repulsed. “God, no. I could never kill him, but I moved mountains to get away from him. After centuries, I thought he was probably dead. I got sloppy and he rose up from my nightmares to remind me that the past is never dead.”
“Unless you kill it.”
He half-smiled, “Unless you have a big, brooding Highlander to kill it for you.” Methos opened the door and stood by it. “Really. Please leave.”
“So, no second chance?”
“For me or for you?”
“Both. Either.”
Methos relented a little. “I’ll call you in a few days. I’m almost shed of Methos, the Horseman, and reclaiming Adam Pierson. I hated thinking like that again. The powerful quickening didn’t help.”
“I’ve had a few… issues as well. But we can talk about that later.” MacLeod stepped outside the apartment. “I’ll be waiting to hear from you. Goodbye, Methos.”
Methos shut the door behind him and wandered around his apartment for a few minutes, wondering what to do. He went to the fridge and opened it. Empty, except for a few beers.
What would Adam Pierson do? First, a beer. Then, get some shopping in.
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