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Pilgrim by Amberleewriter (Mature)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Methos/Joe Dawson
Length: 22 000+ words
Author on LJ:N/A
Author Website: Amberleewriter on HL Fiction
Why this must be read: Why? Because it is brilliantly written. Because it is funny and sad, bitter and hopeful in turns. Because it gives us Methos and Joe with everything that they have been and are shaping them and adding weight on their shoulders, and shows how that shapes their future. Because it is a journey of a relationship - a twisting, difficult journey, with no guarantee of a safe haven at the end, but the sights along the way are something that are worth seeing.
Methos closed the rest of the distance, so far in Joe's body space that they almost touched. Though there was nothing in Methos' expression that conveyed threat, Joe unconsciously began to lean back, wary of what might happen next. He didn't think Methos would ever do anything to hurt him, but Joe couldn't be sure. Immortals, by necessity, had a different approach to conflict and violence, and Methos was not Duncan MacLeod with a fixed set of morals for Joe to use as a reference. Methos had a different perspective -- one that Joe doubted anyone else on the planet could begin to fathom -- and making assumptions wasn't something Joe was crazy enough to do. Still, Methos was someone that Joe trusted. Not much farther than he could throw the old guy, but trusted nonetheless.
For a long time Methos just stared, hazel eyes so intent in their appraisal of the mortal in front of him that Joe felt like a sample under a microscope. In spite of the chill, Joe was inordinately warm and uncomfortable, the moment stretching out into unfamiliar territory.
"Come with me."
Go, read Pilgrim - and when you're there, check out the whole Bridge series that the story is a part of - there are three other short stories.
Pairing: Methos/Joe Dawson
Length: 22 000+ words
Author on LJ:N/A
Author Website: Amberleewriter on HL Fiction
Why this must be read: Why? Because it is brilliantly written. Because it is funny and sad, bitter and hopeful in turns. Because it gives us Methos and Joe with everything that they have been and are shaping them and adding weight on their shoulders, and shows how that shapes their future. Because it is a journey of a relationship - a twisting, difficult journey, with no guarantee of a safe haven at the end, but the sights along the way are something that are worth seeing.
Methos closed the rest of the distance, so far in Joe's body space that they almost touched. Though there was nothing in Methos' expression that conveyed threat, Joe unconsciously began to lean back, wary of what might happen next. He didn't think Methos would ever do anything to hurt him, but Joe couldn't be sure. Immortals, by necessity, had a different approach to conflict and violence, and Methos was not Duncan MacLeod with a fixed set of morals for Joe to use as a reference. Methos had a different perspective -- one that Joe doubted anyone else on the planet could begin to fathom -- and making assumptions wasn't something Joe was crazy enough to do. Still, Methos was someone that Joe trusted. Not much farther than he could throw the old guy, but trusted nonetheless.
For a long time Methos just stared, hazel eyes so intent in their appraisal of the mortal in front of him that Joe felt like a sample under a microscope. In spite of the chill, Joe was inordinately warm and uncomfortable, the moment stretching out into unfamiliar territory.
"Come with me."
Go, read Pilgrim - and when you're there, check out the whole Bridge series that the story is a part of - there are three other short stories.