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The Best Defense, by Shelley Wright (PG)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: None
Author Website: The Seventh Dimension Archive
Why this must be read: This story is an old favorite of mine, basically Joe doing what he does best, with a twist. There are a bunch of sequels, but I think this one actually stands best on its own.
Joe noted the man's trembling body under his hand and sighed. Poor kid. Not what he had in mind for a Friday night, Joe was sure of that. "You okay?" he asked.
"Okay?" The man croaked. "There's been a murder, and you're asking me if I'm okay?"
The hysteric level was rising in his voice, and Joe grew worried. He didn't need a panicked bystander blowing their cover.
"It's okay, really. It wasn't what it looked like."
This time Joe had no doubt to the man's expression; it was one of absolute disbelief.
"It *didn't* look like that woman was standing over that *very dead man* with a *sword* in her hand, in the middle of a lightning storm?" the man growled with clipped precision.
Joe fought to keep the grin from his face. At least he was accurate, if nothing else. "Well, yes," he had to admit.
The Best Defense
Pairing: None
Author Website: The Seventh Dimension Archive
Why this must be read: This story is an old favorite of mine, basically Joe doing what he does best, with a twist. There are a bunch of sequels, but I think this one actually stands best on its own.
Joe noted the man's trembling body under his hand and sighed. Poor kid. Not what he had in mind for a Friday night, Joe was sure of that. "You okay?" he asked.
"Okay?" The man croaked. "There's been a murder, and you're asking me if I'm okay?"
The hysteric level was rising in his voice, and Joe grew worried. He didn't need a panicked bystander blowing their cover.
"It's okay, really. It wasn't what it looked like."
This time Joe had no doubt to the man's expression; it was one of absolute disbelief.
"It *didn't* look like that woman was standing over that *very dead man* with a *sword* in her hand, in the middle of a lightning storm?" the man growled with clipped precision.
Joe fought to keep the grin from his face. At least he was accurate, if nothing else. "Well, yes," he had to admit.
The Best Defense