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A loaf-a-bread, a container-a-milk, a stick-a-butta, by jam-wired (PG-13)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan & Methos (Gen)
Length: +2560 words
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jam_wired
Author Website: jam-wired @ The Archive at the End of the Universe | jamwired @ HL Archive
Why this must be read:
Yes, I'm recommending another ofjam_wired's stories, because I can. This is a great example of one of my favorite type of story: the gen friendship story. It's charming, gentle, and resonates quietly. Duncan and Methos banter a little back and forth, they share some pain and sadness, but at the end of the day, they make each other smile. It's lovely. And it has one of the most charming titles for a story. :D
Methos gave him an odd smile, one that Duncan recognized from whenever he asked an obtuse question that was only meant to spur Methos into telling him what was really going on. It happened quite often, Duncan had to admit. Duncan cocked his head and smiled in return, knowing full-well that Methos would answer truthfully despite the oblique question.
"No, actually," Methos said as he turned to one of the boxes, picked it up and carried it down the hall to the back room.
Duncan sighed and rolled his eyes, following his friend. In the bedroom, Duncan watched as Methos set the box on the bed, picked up a utility knife and slit the tape on the top of the box.
"So, what is all of this, then?"
"Little bit of this, little bit of that," Methos mumbled as he opened the box flaps and glowered at its contents. A flash of pink came out in his hand, and Methos batted his eyelashes as he placed a large crumpled bonnet on his head. "What do you think? My color?"
"You’re not going to answer me; are you?"
Methos pulled the bonnet off of his head and tossed it on the bed. "An old friend died."
Duncan nodded solemnly and watched as Methos pulled out another wrinkled piece of cloth. "Anyone I know?" he asked as Methos loosely folded the item and threw it on top of the bonnet. Methos paused.
A loaf-a-bread, a container-a-milk, a stick-a-butta | @ HL Archive
Pairing: Duncan & Methos (Gen)
Length: +2560 words
Author on LJ:
jam_wiredAuthor Website: jam-wired @ The Archive at the End of the Universe | jamwired @ HL Archive
Why this must be read:
Yes, I'm recommending another of
jam_wired's stories, because I can. This is a great example of one of my favorite type of story: the gen friendship story. It's charming, gentle, and resonates quietly. Duncan and Methos banter a little back and forth, they share some pain and sadness, but at the end of the day, they make each other smile. It's lovely. And it has one of the most charming titles for a story. :D Methos gave him an odd smile, one that Duncan recognized from whenever he asked an obtuse question that was only meant to spur Methos into telling him what was really going on. It happened quite often, Duncan had to admit. Duncan cocked his head and smiled in return, knowing full-well that Methos would answer truthfully despite the oblique question.
"No, actually," Methos said as he turned to one of the boxes, picked it up and carried it down the hall to the back room.
Duncan sighed and rolled his eyes, following his friend. In the bedroom, Duncan watched as Methos set the box on the bed, picked up a utility knife and slit the tape on the top of the box.
"So, what is all of this, then?"
"Little bit of this, little bit of that," Methos mumbled as he opened the box flaps and glowered at its contents. A flash of pink came out in his hand, and Methos batted his eyelashes as he placed a large crumpled bonnet on his head. "What do you think? My color?"
"You’re not going to answer me; are you?"
Methos pulled the bonnet off of his head and tossed it on the bed. "An old friend died."
Duncan nodded solemnly and watched as Methos pulled out another wrinkled piece of cloth. "Anyone I know?" he asked as Methos loosely folded the item and threw it on top of the bonnet. Methos paused.
A loaf-a-bread, a container-a-milk, a stick-a-butta | @ HL Archive
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