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On Being Given Eyes To See, by MacNair (PG-13)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Connor MacLeod/Heather MacLeod, Connor MacLeod/Kastagir UST.
Author on LJ: not to the best of my knowledge
Author Website: Hosted at Daire's Fanfic Refuge
Why this must be read: Because when it comes to Connor MacLeod, MacNair knows him better than anyone else writing the man. Better still, she's not afraid to turn him -- and you -- inside-out so that we'll know him too. Barricaded and manipulative or openly horny, layers of deception or nakedly honest, here he is.
The questions here are, if you're an immortal, how do you get information you need from Watchers? And if you're Watchers, how close can you stay to your immortal... and how much does it hurt if you manage it? Or are you just grateful when the sonuvabitch finallygoes down for the last time? Twelve years after the Kurgan's death... come and find out.
"Mac. Every one of these men and women were in New York City in 1985, watching and tracking their assignment. They were there for the fight between your clansman and the Kurgan." [Joe] let his honesty show on his face. "They get together every year, on this day, to celebrate Connor MacLeod's victory. This is his party. And even though none of them watch him anymore ... they all come."
"Connor?" Duncan was momentarily stupefied.
"The one and only," the Watcher confirmed. "I heard you comment a few days ago that he was planning to visit and yanked all of them over here for their annual bash. I didn't tell them that their man was in town to see you--just that you might show up for a free drink." He looked at the polished face of the bar. "Glad I didn't spill that to them, they would have been disappointed that you didn't bring him with you." He rubbed his hands together as if releasing tension. "But seeing Connor's kinsman up close is gift enough since they know how much you mean to him. Watchers rarely get within voice distance of the man they watch anyway. What would you like to drink, as if I didn't know?"
But the handsome immortal did not answer for a moment, he just looked thoughtfully at the bartender. "These Watchers are old pros?"
"Yeah. Some of the best. Very good under pressure to have been assigned in New York during that fracas."
"I guess we'll see how they steady under pressure." Duncan squared his shoulders, his earth eyes unreadable. "Because here comes Connor."
On Being Given Eyes To See
Pairing: Connor MacLeod/Heather MacLeod, Connor MacLeod/Kastagir UST.
Author on LJ: not to the best of my knowledge
Author Website: Hosted at Daire's Fanfic Refuge
Why this must be read: Because when it comes to Connor MacLeod, MacNair knows him better than anyone else writing the man. Better still, she's not afraid to turn him -- and you -- inside-out so that we'll know him too. Barricaded and manipulative or openly horny, layers of deception or nakedly honest, here he is.
The questions here are, if you're an immortal, how do you get information you need from Watchers? And if you're Watchers, how close can you stay to your immortal... and how much does it hurt if you manage it? Or are you just grateful when the sonuvabitch finallygoes down for the last time? Twelve years after the Kurgan's death... come and find out.
"Mac. Every one of these men and women were in New York City in 1985, watching and tracking their assignment. They were there for the fight between your clansman and the Kurgan." [Joe] let his honesty show on his face. "They get together every year, on this day, to celebrate Connor MacLeod's victory. This is his party. And even though none of them watch him anymore ... they all come."
"Connor?" Duncan was momentarily stupefied.
"The one and only," the Watcher confirmed. "I heard you comment a few days ago that he was planning to visit and yanked all of them over here for their annual bash. I didn't tell them that their man was in town to see you--just that you might show up for a free drink." He looked at the polished face of the bar. "Glad I didn't spill that to them, they would have been disappointed that you didn't bring him with you." He rubbed his hands together as if releasing tension. "But seeing Connor's kinsman up close is gift enough since they know how much you mean to him. Watchers rarely get within voice distance of the man they watch anyway. What would you like to drink, as if I didn't know?"
But the handsome immortal did not answer for a moment, he just looked thoughtfully at the bartender. "These Watchers are old pros?"
"Yeah. Some of the best. Very good under pressure to have been assigned in New York during that fracas."
"I guess we'll see how they steady under pressure." Duncan squared his shoulders, his earth eyes unreadable. "Because here comes Connor."
On Being Given Eyes To See
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