A/N: When my coworker and I get done at work we do crossword puzzles. It's one of our bosses kids books. He's better at it then I am and I'm so jealous. So, I just got inspired. Plus, I could see Methos annoying the hell out of Mac like that. LOL!

The Word Man:
By: LOSTrocker

MacLeod was trying to do get a crossword puzzle done but he was having a difficult time trying to get it accomplished due to the fact that Methos was reading over his shoulder. He hated that. Mac tried to get him to back up some. "I'm sorry, but do you mind?"

Methos smirked and answered: "No, not at all go right ahead."

Mac turned to give him a death glare. Methos just ignored it, and focused on
the puzzle in Mac's hand. MacLeod was doing really bad. There were 30 words
all together, and so far the Highlander only managed to find 3. Methos spotted
ten.

"Look man, there's one right in front of you," Methos pointed to the
word he found to get Mac's attention off of him.

Mac returned to the puzzle. Sure enough, there was the word he was looking for.
He circled it with his pen.

"And there, and there, oh, and don't forget that one." Methos continued
to point them out.

They called him annoying, but Mac was pretty sure at this point Methos had
him beat in the pain in the arse department. Mac sighed. "Look, I know
you're trying to help, but I think I'm perfectly capable of doing this by
myself."

Methos put his hands up in surrender. "Geez, you try to help somebody and
this is what you get." He mumbled, walking to the fridge to fetch himself a cold one.
"Do you want one?"

"Nope, I don't want to lose my concentration," Mac waved him off.

Methos snickered. "Too late," he said to himself.

"Excuse me?" Mac caught that.

"Nothing," Methos said quickly as he popped the top of his beer. He made
his way back over and even from behind the Highlander he could see some that had been missed. "God, are you blind?"

"You're joking right?" Mac asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"No, at least not at the moment." He argued back. "Oh, just give me
that," without a warning to MacLeod, Methos yanked the pen out of his hand.
He started to circle words like mad. It wasn't long before he found the last
remaining words on the list. He had a smug smirk on his face when he was
finished. "Done." He declared.

"I hate you," MacLeod replied somewhat playfully. "Seriously, how in
the word do you have better eye sight then me?"

"I eat lots of carrots." Was The Old Man's reply. "Care to have
another go?" Methos asked, offering the pen.

"No, I've wasted enough time here playing around with stupid crossword
puzzles." Mac made known. "I'm going to Joe's." He then grabbed his coat and headed out the door.

"Really, no need to be a sore loser MacLeod!" Methos chased after him
with crossword book in his hand so he could just rub it in Mac's face at Joe's. It was fun being the victor.

~ End ~