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All Things in Common by LithiumDoll (PG13)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan, Methos, OCs
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
halcyon_shift
Author Website: Alter-idem
Why this must be read:
Long and plotty. A glimpse into what being immortal – living for those kinds of timespans and culture-spans – might really mean. With ravens and relics.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Hey, I got no look, Mac.” That much was true; Joe’s expression was about as clear as MacLeod had ever seen it. That was the problem. “It’s good he’s helping. Not like there’s even anything in it for him.”
“Yeah, I get the point. I didn’t … I just. He slaughtered thousands, tens of thousands of people, Joe.”
Joe nodded understandingly and MacLeod wasn’t prepared for the question. “How many people you think you kill a year?”
He blinked. “What?”
Now the man had found a stub of a pencil and flipped the sheet of paper he’d been studying. “Okay, we’ll just average it out. Some decades you didn’t get out much. Other hand, some you go into battle with a really big sword. So, call it ten? That’s four-thousand and change and he’s ten times older than you are.”
MacLeod stared at him.
“I’m just saying.”
“It’s not the same. I kill only when I have to.”
Joe laughed. “What, when it’s self-defence? You can’t die, Mac. I’m not sure that applies.”
“You’re saying I should let them kill me? Let them kill others?” He wasn’t getting angry; the confusion hadn’t left enough room.
The amusement, however dark it had been, drained out of Joe’s expression and left something uncomfortably close to pity. MacLeod just wasn’t sure whom it was for. “No, I’m not. I’m saying everyone’s got a reason and there’s always someone out there who won’t think it’s a good one.”
“You can’t seriously condone what he did.”
“No, of course I don’t. But I can believe he’d let himself be killed before he’d risk it happening again. He almost did, and that counts for something, Mac.”
“I know.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
MacLeod shrugged uncomfortably. “Me, I think. Which is a little ironic given he’s the mass-murderer.” He smiled in the face of Joe’s somewhat exasperated expression. “You know anything about the Cult of the Head?”
All Things in Common
Pairing: Duncan, Methos, OCs
Author on LJ:
halcyon_shiftAuthor Website: Alter-idem
Why this must be read:
Long and plotty. A glimpse into what being immortal – living for those kinds of timespans and culture-spans – might really mean. With ravens and relics.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Hey, I got no look, Mac.” That much was true; Joe’s expression was about as clear as MacLeod had ever seen it. That was the problem. “It’s good he’s helping. Not like there’s even anything in it for him.”
“Yeah, I get the point. I didn’t … I just. He slaughtered thousands, tens of thousands of people, Joe.”
Joe nodded understandingly and MacLeod wasn’t prepared for the question. “How many people you think you kill a year?”
He blinked. “What?”
Now the man had found a stub of a pencil and flipped the sheet of paper he’d been studying. “Okay, we’ll just average it out. Some decades you didn’t get out much. Other hand, some you go into battle with a really big sword. So, call it ten? That’s four-thousand and change and he’s ten times older than you are.”
MacLeod stared at him.
“I’m just saying.”
“It’s not the same. I kill only when I have to.”
Joe laughed. “What, when it’s self-defence? You can’t die, Mac. I’m not sure that applies.”
“You’re saying I should let them kill me? Let them kill others?” He wasn’t getting angry; the confusion hadn’t left enough room.
The amusement, however dark it had been, drained out of Joe’s expression and left something uncomfortably close to pity. MacLeod just wasn’t sure whom it was for. “No, I’m not. I’m saying everyone’s got a reason and there’s always someone out there who won’t think it’s a good one.”
“You can’t seriously condone what he did.”
“No, of course I don’t. But I can believe he’d let himself be killed before he’d risk it happening again. He almost did, and that counts for something, Mac.”
“I know.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
MacLeod shrugged uncomfortably. “Me, I think. Which is a little ironic given he’s the mass-murderer.” He smiled in the face of Joe’s somewhat exasperated expression. “You know anything about the Cult of the Head?”
All Things in Common
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