He took a pull from his beer and glanced around at the half-full bar. He was in a contemplative mood tonight. It had been a little over 200 years since he'd last seen him and he was starting to think this little challenge had been a stupid idea. Okay, he'd been thinking that for years but now he was convinced.
When you've been with the same person for as long as they've been, sometimes things start to get stale and you look for ways to liven things up. They used to challenge each other to see who could get the most heads in x amount of years but that grew old before the common era began. They've had their off years, years where they hated each other like you wouldn't believe – but never indifference.
With every emotional spectrum under their belts, Methos had the bright idea to see how long they could go without taking a head. They met up every 30 odd years to catch up, and Methos was sure he'd win. Kronos still had impulse control when someone doubted his capabilities; whether in bed or in battle. Sure they both knew patience, but Kronos had a bad habit of killing their prey too quickly sometimes.
So here he was, at Joe's sipping his beer contemplating the email he'd sent the day before, telling Kronos that he'd lost their bet because Macleod couldn't kill an old flame. Stupid Kristen. He signalled for another beer and he sighed. Kronos still had to find him but then he'd have to pay whatever price Kronos asked for. He sighed, he'd been really looking forward to having Kronos for a slave for 10 years. The last time Kronos had fully submitted to him was a little over 2000 years ago and he missed having full obedience in this modern age. Plus, gay relationships were't likely to get them burned at the stake anymore. That was a plus in this modern age.