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What Remains by Tritorella (NC-17)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Joe/Methos
Author Website: Stories by Tritorella
Why this must be read:
I'm a sucker for Joe/Methos, and this story delivers. Cassandra's back in town, and even though Joe's watched hundreds of Immortal battles over the years, it's different when it's your lover. All the more so when he doesn't think he deserves to win.
"You okay?" Joe called softly. Methos rose gracefully, clad in Joe's bathrobe, and came to sit on the bed. He had an envelope in his hand and held it out to Joe, who shook his head. "No way, man. If that's your will, tear it up. I don't want love notes from you either."
Methos took it back. "It's not a will, Joe, nor a letter. I've just made a list of accounts and passwords, and there are some keys in there. If nothing else, you may want to get hold of my journals before the Watchers do. I've made a note of a couple of things I want Mac to have."
"Stop it, Methos!" Joe said, wanting to put his fingers in his ears. "You're talking yourself into losing!"
"I'm just being practical, Joe. One of us will lose. Cassandra will have done the same thing, I have no doubt of that. Mac's probably having the same conversation with her right now."
What Remains
Pairing: Joe/Methos
Author Website: Stories by Tritorella
Why this must be read:
I'm a sucker for Joe/Methos, and this story delivers. Cassandra's back in town, and even though Joe's watched hundreds of Immortal battles over the years, it's different when it's your lover. All the more so when he doesn't think he deserves to win.
"You okay?" Joe called softly. Methos rose gracefully, clad in Joe's bathrobe, and came to sit on the bed. He had an envelope in his hand and held it out to Joe, who shook his head. "No way, man. If that's your will, tear it up. I don't want love notes from you either."
Methos took it back. "It's not a will, Joe, nor a letter. I've just made a list of accounts and passwords, and there are some keys in there. If nothing else, you may want to get hold of my journals before the Watchers do. I've made a note of a couple of things I want Mac to have."
"Stop it, Methos!" Joe said, wanting to put his fingers in his ears. "You're talking yourself into losing!"
"I'm just being practical, Joe. One of us will lose. Cassandra will have done the same thing, I have no doubt of that. Mac's probably having the same conversation with her right now."
What Remains