Disclamer:
Highlander and Xena don't belong to me, I'm not sure who owns them now but trust me it was me I'd certainly take the people in Highlander, anyone can have Xena. I don't make money by doing this… come to think of it I don't make money, so onto the next part.
"The Best time of my Lives"
By DelCreed
( griffincreed@hotmail.com)
(www.members.tripod.com/griffincreed)
Methose sat with Duncan, reminiscing about parts of their lives that they had enjoyed most. Mac had told him about the Native American village he'd spent years in and now it was Methose's turn.
"Well Mac, for me there is this one time that still brings a smile to my face." Macleod looked doubtful.
"This isn't about one of your wives or a type of beer you discovered is it?" Methose gave him a 'look' and said in a snide voice,
"'This isn't about one of your wives or about beer is it?"
"No it isn't, now listen up this was a good one, even if in it I never got the girl." The most ancient of the immortals settled himself deeper into the butter soft leather of the couch. "It was in Greece where I'd taken to the road posing as a mercenary for hire, I'd go about offering my sword to any who could afford me, but even at really cheep rates I didn't have ay takers." At Mac's puzzled look he smiled. "It must have been the cloths I was wearing, you know I invented the phrase 'The cloths make the man', I had an eclectic collection of armour and the most Gods awful helmet, I'd laugh at myself every time I caught sight of my reflected in a stream. I'd go from town to town acting like the clumsiest fool you'd ever laid eyes on. I'd even made up a traveling song, hum lets see if I can remember it,
'Joxer the mighty he's very tidy,
Everyone admires him,
He' so handsome it's a sin,
If you're in jeopardy don't call the cavalry,
There's a better remedy,
(although he doesn't work for free)
He's every man's trusty,
He's every woman's fantasy,
Plus he's good for company,
He's Joxer, Joxer the mighty.'
That is what I called myself, Joxer, a funny name to go with a funny life. Then one day I met these two women-" Mac cut him off,
"I knew it." Methoses continued.
"I fell in love with the sidekick, the sidekick! 'Course the leader was a tough as nails Amazon of a woman, name was Xena, and the girl I fancied was Gabrielle a bard/scribe type of a girl with big ideas *Sigh* I still miss them sometimes. Anyway I started following them, a time or two I had them convinced they were following me but it was a wonderful game. Then there were these people who were convinced they were the Gods of the Greek pantheon, they kept popping in and throwing our lives into chaos at a moments notice. Yes it was one of the best times in my life." Mac looked at him sceptically.
"You're sitting there, sipping brandy older then I am, and expect me to believe you spent a lifetime as a clumsy mercenary, go tell that one to Dawson, he'll love it." Duncan stood shaking his head. "Joxer, right. Good night Methose." The ancient watched him go for a moment then stood up and walked over to a large wooden wardrobe, he opened the doors and stood looking at the lovingly preserved armour and propped up next to it the brittle wooden fighting staff.
"Those were good times Gabi, some of the best." He whispered reverently then closing the doors he turned and walked off humming. "Joxer the mighty-" In the corner of the room a light danced for a moment then became solid.
"Baby doll, you are just too full of surprises," Aphrodite smiled, "wait till I tell Ares you're still alive, he'll faint." Then, with a laugh, she was gone.
The end