Facta, non Verba, by amonitrate (PG)

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Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Length: 3400 words
Author on LJ: amonitrate
Author Website: Works on AO3; Works on Highlander Fiction archive; LJ Writing Index
Why this must be read:

If you're an Immortal in Paris, at one time or another you'll end up in the Seine. Nine times out of ten, you'll also end up dripping water on the deck of Duncan's barge. So here's Methos, "Scraggly as a cat left out in the rain," shivering at the cabin door, and here's the start of the explanation why.

It's funny.

It's by amonitrate, so it's finely written and unfolds in interesting shapes, as well.

A taste:

MacLeod glanced at his watch and frowned. "Damn, I'm going to be late as it is. Lock up when you leave, alright?" He grabbed his coat and sword and stepped over Methos where he was still sitting on the stairs.

Methos craned his neck around to follow his progress to the door. "For once, take the advice of your elders. Please."

MacLeod paused with the doorknob in his hand. "When did you get this melodramatic? I'm only having coffee with the guy."

Methos shrugged and turned his back on MacLeod.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he said.

Facta, non Verba (another story written for hlh_shortcuts)

Comments

[laceymcbain.livejournal.com]

Lovely choice.