ext_24779 ([identity profile] lastrega.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] crack_van2004-12-30 10:33 pm
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Not If, Just When, by Cinel Durant (NC-17)

Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ: [livejournal.com profile] junoesk
Author Website: Cinel's Snuggery

Why this must be read: All Cinel's writing is lovely, richly emotional and beautifully romantic. I love this one because it ties up a loose end from the series, brings in some secondary characters from throughout the series, and in between it all brings Duncan and Methos together in a way that shows what a great couple they make. Wonderfully written and characterised, too.

The villain of the piece is David Keogh from the second season episode, 'Obsession'. Dr Anne is back too (don't let that put you off!) as well as Joe Dawson. Keogh always swore he would be back for revenge on MacLeod and in this story he is. The plot is well-crafted, taut and suspenseful, but to tell you much more would be to spoil the pleasure of watching it unfold for yourself.



Then one day he telephoned Duncan MacLeod and asked if he'd stand up for him at his wedding. It was Duncan who brought everything crashing down, like an unplanned demolition, recklessly but in pieces nevertheless, beginning with his first conversation with Jill.

David didn't blame her for being confused and scared. Immortality frightened even immortals upon first learning of it. But the day his friend stood between him and Jill, telling him she would never marry him -- to that he did affix blame. More than that, it was betrayal. One he had never forgotten or forgiven.

David had left town after Jill's death; he'd had to, sustained by a hatred that burned brighter than anything else in his life, and a surety that, but for MacLeod, he and Jill would be together. Every day he was without her, he counted. Every year on her birthday he whispered his love, sure she could hear him. Every year on the day they were to be married, he repeated the vows he would have made to her: to love, cherish, and honor. He memorialized their early days together, always drawn to the smile she'd had on her face the day he'd told her of his immortality, the smile he never saw again.

The last part of the ritual never varied. He saw her fear and heard her screams as she fell to her death. Over and over he saw it all click into place, saw MacLeod, the instrument of his broken dreams, their fight, and the last words they'd exchanged.

Finish it, MacLeod. Because if you don't, I'm coming for you.

Then you come for me.


In a few short days, the vow he'd intended to give had been snatched away from him, taking his happiness with it, and had been replaced with another -- a promise and a threat.

As far as David was concerned, it had always been an appointment for the future, just waiting for him to set the time and place. There had never been any question of 'if,' just 'when.'