Generous soul by Margaret Turner

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Fandom: Highlander
Pairing: Methos/Joe, Methos/Duncan implied
Author on lj: no that I know of
Web site: none (but her fics are hosted Here (scroll down until you find the right name)
Why this must be read

I'm usually not crazy about Methos/Joe, because it's often very akwardly written and makes the whole thing... Embarrassing rather than hot. But this one is perfect. Sad (minor character's death warning), but warm and... generous. It's a hurt and comfort fic, but the comfort part is long and warm and sexy and it makes you love Methos like you rarely do, and Duncan is a model of tolerance. Joe finds comfort in his friends generosity for him -including hot sex with Methos... But not only that. Duncan has an epiphany, too.

Joe Dawson growled several distinctly unflattering comments under his breath, all aimed at the owner of the finger that was currently leaning on his doorbell. Amy was due for dinner in half an hour and he hadn't even started cooking yet, maybe a take-out would be acceptable. He yanked the door open, half-expecting to see one of his Immortal friends on the other side with another crisis. Although to be fair, since O'Rourke, the number of challenges had died down considerably - it made for a dull, but altogether more relaxing life as the Highlander's Watcher. It was a change he thought he could get used to.

The man on the other side of the door was no-one he recognised, however. A badge was held up briefly for his inspection. "Joseph Dawson?"

"Yes?" There was something in the man's tone of voice, or perhaps his expression, that sent tendrils of ice stealing along Joe's nerves.

"Inspector Travis," he introduced himself. "May I come in?" Unusually polite for the police force.

Joe stepped aside to let him past and gestured towards the small living room. The inspector took the offered chair and waited until Joe was seated before speaking again. "Mr. Dawson, I'm afraid I have some bad news..."

Go read it.

Generous souls