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Eat Your Heart Out, Ernest Hemingway by chelle and monmit (NC-17)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairings: Duncan/Methos
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mmmchelle
Author Website: http://chelle.slashcity.org/
Why this must be read:
Because some of Highlander's best moments fall under the heading "Comedy of Errors." Because not only is chelle a bit of a comic genius, she also apparently married one. Because it's really a crime that Methos and Fitz never met in canon -- and isn't that what fanfic is all about?
Immortal presence hit him. Abandoning his dinner preparations, Duncan reached for his katana.
"It's just me, MacLeod," a familiar voice called.
Setting the sword aside, Duncan resumed chopping. A moment later Fitz walked in.
"Smells good, what are you cooking?" Fitz asked, continuing into the barge's small kitchen.
"Dinner, and no, you're not invited."
Snagging a piece from a bowl of carefully diced bell peppers, Fitz popped it into his mouth. "Why not?"
"Because you talk with your mouth full."
"I do not."
"You just did."
"So, who's coming to dinner?" Fitz asked, reaching for the open bottle of wine on the counter.
Duncan slapped his hand away. "It needs to breathe."
Fitz looked around the barge. Duncan knew how the place looked. It was spotless and Fitz would undoubtedly assume that the two books sitting, seemingly forgotten, on the edge of the coffee table had been left there to make an impression. The table was set for two. There were no candles or flowers, nothing overtly romantic, but it still looked elegant, classy. "So, who is she?" Fitz asked.
"A friend. No one you know."
"A friend, huh? You never make this much this fuzz when I come to dinner. What's she li-" Fitz stopped abruptly. "She's one of us?"
Duncan ignored him and went to the door. Opening it, he smiled invitingly at the man on the other side. "Adam, come in, please."
His guest held out a bakery box. "I brought dessert."
"Thank you." Accepting the box, Duncan gestured toward the kitchen. "Adam Pierson, meet Hugh Fitzcairn."
Eat Your Heart Out, Ernest Hemingway
Please let the authors know if you enjoy this story.
Pairings: Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ:
mmmchelleAuthor Website: http://chelle.slashcity.org/
Why this must be read:
Because some of Highlander's best moments fall under the heading "Comedy of Errors." Because not only is chelle a bit of a comic genius, she also apparently married one. Because it's really a crime that Methos and Fitz never met in canon -- and isn't that what fanfic is all about?
Immortal presence hit him. Abandoning his dinner preparations, Duncan reached for his katana.
"It's just me, MacLeod," a familiar voice called.
Setting the sword aside, Duncan resumed chopping. A moment later Fitz walked in.
"Smells good, what are you cooking?" Fitz asked, continuing into the barge's small kitchen.
"Dinner, and no, you're not invited."
Snagging a piece from a bowl of carefully diced bell peppers, Fitz popped it into his mouth. "Why not?"
"Because you talk with your mouth full."
"I do not."
"You just did."
"So, who's coming to dinner?" Fitz asked, reaching for the open bottle of wine on the counter.
Duncan slapped his hand away. "It needs to breathe."
Fitz looked around the barge. Duncan knew how the place looked. It was spotless and Fitz would undoubtedly assume that the two books sitting, seemingly forgotten, on the edge of the coffee table had been left there to make an impression. The table was set for two. There were no candles or flowers, nothing overtly romantic, but it still looked elegant, classy. "So, who is she?" Fitz asked.
"A friend. No one you know."
"A friend, huh? You never make this much this fuzz when I come to dinner. What's she li-" Fitz stopped abruptly. "She's one of us?"
Duncan ignored him and went to the door. Opening it, he smiled invitingly at the man on the other side. "Adam, come in, please."
His guest held out a bakery box. "I brought dessert."
"Thank you." Accepting the box, Duncan gestured toward the kitchen. "Adam Pierson, meet Hugh Fitzcairn."
Eat Your Heart Out, Ernest Hemingway
Please let the authors know if you enjoy this story.
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