My first Highlander drabble. Awwww.
Land of the Free
Freeport, dawn, 2006. It was a time of great upheaval: and yet what era was any different? The globe would always be smaller and the air more alive, and a man could sometimes long for a break from the terrible catalogue of everything happening in the world right now.
Hence Freeport, the piers, and the slowly brightening sky.
Which Methos could not see.
But for all he batted irritably at the camera, it was worth bringing MacLeod here just for this: seagulls and sleepy quays, the untouchable peace, and the mischief of a friend who had finally begun to unwind.
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