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Still Falls the Rain by Merry (PG)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: None, gen.
Length: A little over 3.500 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
merryish
Author Website: Any Road
Why this must be read: This story is about forgiveness, and friendship, and love. Is about to be able to face our most painful mistakes, embrace them, and then... keep going.
Beautifully wrote, powerful, lyric by moments this is a story that you need to read. Methos and Duncan, after O'Rourke. Methos, fierce determination to make Duncan understand and accept. Duncan, too hurt to even try.
Methos' strong concept of friendship shine here. He just won't give up on Duncan. He can't and he won't. There's a battle, one where either both if them will be defeat, or both of them will emerge victorious.
Is such a great, great story!
Here, have a taste.
"I don't want to talk about this," Mac said.
"You don't want to talk about it, or you don't want to talk about it with me?"
"What I want is for you to leave me the hell alone about it."
"I have no objection to that. Joe's getting my utilities reconnected even as we speak. I've got a flight out first thing tomorrow morning." The words were cool, but not without a certain kindness.
Mac noted the length and breadth of the room, the emptiness of it, the insubstantiality of the bed and the couch and the bar and the chairs and didn't hurt. He didn't. "Fine," he said.
"Duncan."
"Leave it," he grated, and there it was, that sound he'd been afraid he'd make that sounded like damage.
Methos stood at his right shoulder, just behind him. "It's been raining for days," he said quietly, and his voice, his voice sounded like strength.
"Don't."
"Don't what?" Strong, thin hands settled on his shoulders, and held on.
"Methos, I can't do this."
"You can. I want you to turn around and look at me, and I want you to tell me what you're so afraid of, and I want you to do it now. Okay? On three."
Mac turned. Methos' eyes were steady on him, wide and patient. The compassion in them was terrible, implacable. "There's too much of it," Mac said. "I have to get out of here."
What are you doing still here? Go! Go! You'll don't regret, I can promise that.
Still Falls the Rain
Pairing: None, gen.
Length: A little over 3.500 words
Author on LJ:
merryishAuthor Website: Any Road
Why this must be read: This story is about forgiveness, and friendship, and love. Is about to be able to face our most painful mistakes, embrace them, and then... keep going.
Beautifully wrote, powerful, lyric by moments this is a story that you need to read. Methos and Duncan, after O'Rourke. Methos, fierce determination to make Duncan understand and accept. Duncan, too hurt to even try.
Methos' strong concept of friendship shine here. He just won't give up on Duncan. He can't and he won't. There's a battle, one where either both if them will be defeat, or both of them will emerge victorious.
Is such a great, great story!
Here, have a taste.
"I don't want to talk about this," Mac said.
"You don't want to talk about it, or you don't want to talk about it with me?"
"What I want is for you to leave me the hell alone about it."
"I have no objection to that. Joe's getting my utilities reconnected even as we speak. I've got a flight out first thing tomorrow morning." The words were cool, but not without a certain kindness.
Mac noted the length and breadth of the room, the emptiness of it, the insubstantiality of the bed and the couch and the bar and the chairs and didn't hurt. He didn't. "Fine," he said.
"Duncan."
"Leave it," he grated, and there it was, that sound he'd been afraid he'd make that sounded like damage.
Methos stood at his right shoulder, just behind him. "It's been raining for days," he said quietly, and his voice, his voice sounded like strength.
"Don't."
"Don't what?" Strong, thin hands settled on his shoulders, and held on.
"Methos, I can't do this."
"You can. I want you to turn around and look at me, and I want you to tell me what you're so afraid of, and I want you to do it now. Okay? On three."
Mac turned. Methos' eyes were steady on him, wide and patient. The compassion in them was terrible, implacable. "There's too much of it," Mac said. "I have to get out of here."
What are you doing still here? Go! Go! You'll don't regret, I can promise that.
Still Falls the Rain