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Law of Averages by Rhiannon Shaw (R)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gryphonrhi
Author Website:Rhiannon's Eyrie
Why this must be read:
Methos is not a nice guy. No matter how adorable he looks, how kind he acts, how obviously he falls like a brick into love. Somewhere inside, he's got a whole lotta not nice. He's got his own rule book to play by, and civilization is just a veneer. And he really doesn't like it when some snot-nosed blackmailing kid endangers someone he loves.
This is the story where you can see a little bit past the façade he's built, to glimpse the Methos that truly exists underneath, to that lower tiered level. It's the light-handed touch with this story that makes it--Methos isn't a monster…except when he wants to be, and sometimes it is the things you don't see, tucked away, that make you realize how many other things are hiding out there in the darkness.
Note: This is an AU in the author's usual universe, but can be read by itself.
Much later that afternoon, the Watcher and the immortal looked up from the growing pile of notes, discarded plates of half-eaten food, and mugs full of cold coffee. Joe spoke first. "This is pretty ugly, Methos."
"I would have to say that four accidents involving possible drinking or other 'substances' settled out of court is not a good sign, no," the older man replied coldly. "Then there's the other matter. Is it just me or is this family hazardous to the local population?"
"Oh, let's see," Joe answered sarcastically. "Two illegal alien maids who vanished when the Immigration and Naturalization Service started looking into them, never to be seen anywhere again? Or were you talking about the rival quarterback in high school who came down with a broken leg before the big game?"
"That would be a start. I'm equally interested in the repairs to his car."
"His car? I wondered why you were hacking into the dealership's records." The Watcher glanced over, interested. "What about it?"
"Body work is usually necessary for collisions, Joe. Six times in two years? Either the boy can't drive -- or he can." Methos reached over with one hand and flattened a Coke can with one hand, eyebrow raised as he looked to see if Joe had caught his point. It came as no surprise to see the Watcher had.
"Methos, we're looking at a bush-league sociopath here, with Daddy's money covering up his messes. And if you do anything too permanent to him, Daddy will look into it."
"Up to him, Joe. If he stops here, I'll let the little shit live. So far, he's only threatened Adam Pierson. No big deal. Adam's a harmless grad student, couldn't do anything more vicious than tell the truth on student term papers. If he escalates this, though...." The cold eyes and impassive face said everything his voice didn't, as did the subtle change in body language. Adam's easy sprawl pulled up into an erect readiness that Joe had only seen when Methos was taking a challenge from another immortal, one who was good enough to actually be a challenge.
Law of Averages
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ:
gryphonrhiAuthor Website:Rhiannon's Eyrie
Why this must be read:
Methos is not a nice guy. No matter how adorable he looks, how kind he acts, how obviously he falls like a brick into love. Somewhere inside, he's got a whole lotta not nice. He's got his own rule book to play by, and civilization is just a veneer. And he really doesn't like it when some snot-nosed blackmailing kid endangers someone he loves.
This is the story where you can see a little bit past the façade he's built, to glimpse the Methos that truly exists underneath, to that lower tiered level. It's the light-handed touch with this story that makes it--Methos isn't a monster…except when he wants to be, and sometimes it is the things you don't see, tucked away, that make you realize how many other things are hiding out there in the darkness.
Note: This is an AU in the author's usual universe, but can be read by itself.
Much later that afternoon, the Watcher and the immortal looked up from the growing pile of notes, discarded plates of half-eaten food, and mugs full of cold coffee. Joe spoke first. "This is pretty ugly, Methos."
"I would have to say that four accidents involving possible drinking or other 'substances' settled out of court is not a good sign, no," the older man replied coldly. "Then there's the other matter. Is it just me or is this family hazardous to the local population?"
"Oh, let's see," Joe answered sarcastically. "Two illegal alien maids who vanished when the Immigration and Naturalization Service started looking into them, never to be seen anywhere again? Or were you talking about the rival quarterback in high school who came down with a broken leg before the big game?"
"That would be a start. I'm equally interested in the repairs to his car."
"His car? I wondered why you were hacking into the dealership's records." The Watcher glanced over, interested. "What about it?"
"Body work is usually necessary for collisions, Joe. Six times in two years? Either the boy can't drive -- or he can." Methos reached over with one hand and flattened a Coke can with one hand, eyebrow raised as he looked to see if Joe had caught his point. It came as no surprise to see the Watcher had.
"Methos, we're looking at a bush-league sociopath here, with Daddy's money covering up his messes. And if you do anything too permanent to him, Daddy will look into it."
"Up to him, Joe. If he stops here, I'll let the little shit live. So far, he's only threatened Adam Pierson. No big deal. Adam's a harmless grad student, couldn't do anything more vicious than tell the truth on student term papers. If he escalates this, though...." The cold eyes and impassive face said everything his voice didn't, as did the subtle change in body language. Adam's easy sprawl pulled up into an erect readiness that Joe had only seen when Methos was taking a challenge from another immortal, one who was good enough to actually be a challenge.
Law of Averages
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