ext_8882 (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
elistaire.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
crack_van2005-01-17 09:38 am
elistaire.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2005-01-17 09:38 am
Entry tags:
Darling Boy by Teresa Coffman (PG)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: not applicable except to original characters
Author on LJ: not known
Author Website:Teresa C.'s Highlander Keep
Why this must be read:
From beginning to end, this story reads just like an episode of the show. It is a clever plot-fueled story mired in the interesting world of art, and centered around the murky provenance of the painting "Darling Boy". Duncan, Joe, and Methos (with a little Amanda thrown into the mix for good measure) become tangled in the machinations of art theft and the unlucky love life and family history of Neal (an original character). Like the show, there's a little UST for those that might see it, but not there for those who don't. The ending is a satisfactorily suspenseful bit of thrill, but the true worth of this story is in the character interaction all along the way.
MacLeod nodded. “Amanda, why don't you make yourself useful and take a professional look at the crime scene?” he suggested.
“I don't know,” she replied. “Why would I? You know I'm not very experienced at this side of a break in.”
“You'll manage,” MacLeod assured her.
Amanda smiled and sashayed after a watchful Methos, who led the way to Joe's office.
“Would you like some coffee, Mac?” Joe offered, relieved that her departure had returned the room to its normal temperature.
“No, thank you.” The Highlander lowered himself onto a barstool, however, and watched as Joe poured himself a cup and set the coffeemaker to “warm.” “How are you doing, Joe?” he asked.
The question surprised Joe. “I'm okay. I was home in bed at the time.”
“I know. But ...” MacLeod gestured vaguely at the room. “It's your place.”
Oh. Yeah. That sick, victimized feeling Joe had had in his stomach all morning. So MacLeod knew about that. The consideration warmed Joe, but it wouldn't do to acknowledge it, of course.
“It's okay. The computer was old. Nothing of real value was taken.” *Just my sense of security and independence.*
Still reading Joe's mind, MacLeod said, “You can probably get the door and lock replaced before closing time tonight.”
“Yeah, I know a guy.”
MacLeod nodded, approving. “I wonder why they took the portrait,” he mused.
Joe stared at the immortal, considering. “That portrait. I've been wondering about it.”
Please note that the link from the main site to the story is not working. This is the correct link:
Darling Boy
(ETA: The link has been fixed. The story can now be accessed from the main site.)
The story can also be found here:
Darling Boy at Seventh Dimension
Darling Boy at FanFiction.net
Pairing: not applicable except to original characters
Author on LJ: not known
Author Website:Teresa C.'s Highlander Keep
Why this must be read:
From beginning to end, this story reads just like an episode of the show. It is a clever plot-fueled story mired in the interesting world of art, and centered around the murky provenance of the painting "Darling Boy". Duncan, Joe, and Methos (with a little Amanda thrown into the mix for good measure) become tangled in the machinations of art theft and the unlucky love life and family history of Neal (an original character). Like the show, there's a little UST for those that might see it, but not there for those who don't. The ending is a satisfactorily suspenseful bit of thrill, but the true worth of this story is in the character interaction all along the way.
MacLeod nodded. “Amanda, why don't you make yourself useful and take a professional look at the crime scene?” he suggested.
“I don't know,” she replied. “Why would I? You know I'm not very experienced at this side of a break in.”
“You'll manage,” MacLeod assured her.
Amanda smiled and sashayed after a watchful Methos, who led the way to Joe's office.
“Would you like some coffee, Mac?” Joe offered, relieved that her departure had returned the room to its normal temperature.
“No, thank you.” The Highlander lowered himself onto a barstool, however, and watched as Joe poured himself a cup and set the coffeemaker to “warm.” “How are you doing, Joe?” he asked.
The question surprised Joe. “I'm okay. I was home in bed at the time.”
“I know. But ...” MacLeod gestured vaguely at the room. “It's your place.”
Oh. Yeah. That sick, victimized feeling Joe had had in his stomach all morning. So MacLeod knew about that. The consideration warmed Joe, but it wouldn't do to acknowledge it, of course.
“It's okay. The computer was old. Nothing of real value was taken.” *Just my sense of security and independence.*
Still reading Joe's mind, MacLeod said, “You can probably get the door and lock replaced before closing time tonight.”
“Yeah, I know a guy.”
MacLeod nodded, approving. “I wonder why they took the portrait,” he mused.
Joe stared at the immortal, considering. “That portrait. I've been wondering about it.”
Please note that the link from the main site to the story is not working. This is the correct link:
Darling Boy
(ETA: The link has been fixed. The story can now be accessed from the main site.)
The story can also be found here:
Darling Boy at Seventh Dimension
Darling Boy at FanFiction.net
no subject