A/N: Hello! This is a really short fic type thing I wrote for a friend of mine shortly after seeing X2. She's a huge Highlander fan. I have seen…maybe 3 episodes. I don't really write Highlander fics, but I saw a possible connection here when Peter Wingfield showed up as a random henchman. Please enjoy and review!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing, absolutely nothing in this fic.

Immortals Unite

Rivers Edge in Upstate New York

            Duncan MacLeod roamed the edge of the water, scanning the mangled bodies. There had been attacks before the dam broke, so the casualties had become mixed.

            As he walked, he paused as one body caught his particular attention. He walked over to the bloodied form and gave it a good kick.

            "Ow," it said bitterly.

            "Methos, what the hell are you doing here?"

            The former horseman of the Apocalypse sat up, shaking his head clear.

            "It seemed like a good idea at the time," he smiled.

            "You went to work with Mr. Stryker, didn't you?"

            "Did you know that mutants and immortals rarely share common traits? I didn't sense a single immortal in the whole bunch."

            "Answer me, Methos."

            "Stryker. Well yes, the name does ring a bell."

            "Just tell me you weren't playing henchman."

            "Okay."

            A dead silence followed the two.

            "Methos…"

            "You said don't tell you."

            "You know henchman are always the first to die. It would have looked highly suspicious if you got up again."

            "Come on, MacLeod. These people are either stupid, crazy, or mutants. They've probably seen or thought they've seen things stranger than the walking dead."

            "And?"

            "And what?"

            "Why did you do it?"

            "Mind control serum."

            "Methos!"

            "Oh, all right. I was bored. 5,000 years and I can't have a little excitement?"

            "This is a little?" Duncan asked, looking around at the carnage.

            "Yes. Only a wee bit. And I'll tell you something; I don't know how Americans talk like this. I could hardly pronounce a thing."

            "You know he was evil."

            "Evil? MacLeod, I go with the winner."

            Duncan looked around again and cocked an eyebrow at his immortal friend.

            "Well… I usually judge the winners better than this," Methos admitted.

            "No need to worry. We're going back to Europe. Come on, we'll take the X Jet."

            "Ha ha, MacLeod. Ha ha."

Fin

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