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crack_van2011-03-15 02:46 pm
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Entry tags:
Highlander/Sherlock, PG
Title: Elementary, My Dear MacLeod
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dkwilliams
Author Website: here
Why this must be read: Crossover day is always a tough one for highlander, highlander has the highest proportion of crossovers of any fandom I've been involved in. Which means that I am spoiled for choice. This fabulous crossover with Sherlock had to be highlighted. Diana Williams has written a wonderful story with Sherlock solving a beheading and Methos and MacLeod being wonderfully themselves. With the bonus of a Mycroft, Methos conversation.
The door burst open and MacLeod strode into the room. He looked good, better than the last time Methos had seen him, and he couldn't help giving MacLeod a long, appraising look. It appeared that exorcising his personal demons had been a very good thing, and Methos realized that the biggest problem wasn't going to be the interruption of his work, or even the inevitable chaos that followed in MacLeod's wake. It would be keeping his feelings about the man from becoming apparent - which, judging by the way his body had reacted, wouldn't be easy. He shifted slightly in his chair to conceal his inconvenient reaction.
MacLeod didn't appear to notice, which was not surprising giving his current level of agitation. "You need to get out of London," he said shortly. "Your life is in extreme danger."
Methos ignored this ridiculous statement as he methodically removed the gloves he'd been wearing while handling the century-old manuscript. "Lovely to see you, too, Mac."
MacLeod scowled. "Did you hear what I said? Your life - "
"- is in mortal peril, yes, I heard you." He looked past the Scot to his housekeeper, standing in the doorway. "Mrs. Clarence, we'll take tea in here, please."
She nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her, and Methos turned back to his unexpected guest. MacLeod's mad announcement had worked wonders on his libidinous thoughts and he was able to stand without completely embarrassing himself. "Did you just get into town? You're more than welcome to stay with me – I owe you for past hospitality, after all. How long did you say you'd be in London?"
MacLeod audibly ground his teeth and Methos tried not to smirk as he led the way to a pair of comfortably stuffed chairs placed in front of the fire. "I didn't say," MacLeod said shortly. "And thanks, but I'll check into a hotel as soon as I know you're safely out of town."
"And how is it that I am in danger - I assume the threat is an Immortal - and you're not?" Methos chose the chair nearest the fire; the one problem with living in London was the persistent damp at this time of the year.
Read it in full Here
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ:
dkwilliams Author Website: here
Why this must be read: Crossover day is always a tough one for highlander, highlander has the highest proportion of crossovers of any fandom I've been involved in. Which means that I am spoiled for choice. This fabulous crossover with Sherlock had to be highlighted. Diana Williams has written a wonderful story with Sherlock solving a beheading and Methos and MacLeod being wonderfully themselves. With the bonus of a Mycroft, Methos conversation.
The door burst open and MacLeod strode into the room. He looked good, better than the last time Methos had seen him, and he couldn't help giving MacLeod a long, appraising look. It appeared that exorcising his personal demons had been a very good thing, and Methos realized that the biggest problem wasn't going to be the interruption of his work, or even the inevitable chaos that followed in MacLeod's wake. It would be keeping his feelings about the man from becoming apparent - which, judging by the way his body had reacted, wouldn't be easy. He shifted slightly in his chair to conceal his inconvenient reaction.
MacLeod didn't appear to notice, which was not surprising giving his current level of agitation. "You need to get out of London," he said shortly. "Your life is in extreme danger."
Methos ignored this ridiculous statement as he methodically removed the gloves he'd been wearing while handling the century-old manuscript. "Lovely to see you, too, Mac."
MacLeod scowled. "Did you hear what I said? Your life - "
"- is in mortal peril, yes, I heard you." He looked past the Scot to his housekeeper, standing in the doorway. "Mrs. Clarence, we'll take tea in here, please."
She nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her, and Methos turned back to his unexpected guest. MacLeod's mad announcement had worked wonders on his libidinous thoughts and he was able to stand without completely embarrassing himself. "Did you just get into town? You're more than welcome to stay with me – I owe you for past hospitality, after all. How long did you say you'd be in London?"
MacLeod audibly ground his teeth and Methos tried not to smirk as he led the way to a pair of comfortably stuffed chairs placed in front of the fire. "I didn't say," MacLeod said shortly. "And thanks, but I'll check into a hotel as soon as I know you're safely out of town."
"And how is it that I am in danger - I assume the threat is an Immortal - and you're not?" Methos chose the chair nearest the fire; the one problem with living in London was the persistent damp at this time of the year.
Read it in full Here