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September Song, by Kat Allison
Hail and farewell!
I'll be driving for Highlander, this last trip. I've chosen some of my favorites, that I could find. After this year's
hlh_shortcuts fic appears, I will undoubtedly have new ones to add. I'm beginning with the first author I read in Highlander, in fic at all, who made me sit up and take notice.
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Length: around 8,000 words
Author on LJ:
katallison
Author Website: Kat Allison's Fiction
Why this must be read:
This is a beautiful Highlander story, with the best of the best I love about the source and the writing it inspired. You could do worse than start here, if you don't know Highlander, or if you do, and you're revisiting old friends.
Methos walks through Paris to Duncan's barge, out of a warm September night--any night, outside of any calendar of canon. He finds Duncan sitting on deck, repairing an old phonograph. He sits, he drinks, they talk, as Duncan works. They talk about time, life, and the end of the world; they're talking about humanity; they're talking about attachment and hope and fear and certainty in the face of the unknown. They're talking about themselves, what you want them to talk about, in their ideal conversation. It's a fine blend of melancholy, hope, and affection. In the autumn, as the year turns down.
September Song
I'll be driving for Highlander, this last trip. I've chosen some of my favorites, that I could find. After this year's
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Length: around 8,000 words
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Kat Allison's Fiction
Why this must be read:
This is a beautiful Highlander story, with the best of the best I love about the source and the writing it inspired. You could do worse than start here, if you don't know Highlander, or if you do, and you're revisiting old friends.
Methos walks through Paris to Duncan's barge, out of a warm September night--any night, outside of any calendar of canon. He finds Duncan sitting on deck, repairing an old phonograph. He sits, he drinks, they talk, as Duncan works. They talk about time, life, and the end of the world; they're talking about humanity; they're talking about attachment and hope and fear and certainty in the face of the unknown. They're talking about themselves, what you want them to talk about, in their ideal conversation. It's a fine blend of melancholy, hope, and affection. In the autumn, as the year turns down.
September Song

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