A/N: My friends and I got a hold of a price tag gun thingy, and it inspired this. Plus, I wanted to feature an old favourite character of mine Cory Raines.
Priceless:
By: LOSTrocker
It was late when the phone rang. Mac
groaned and sat up so he could get it.
"This better be good,"
he mumbled sleepily into the phone. He might be
Immortal, but even
Immortals needed their sleep.
"MacLeod! How are ya doin' old pal?"
"You've got to be kidding me." Mac said
when he recognized the voice on
the other line.
"Who is it?" Amanda asked groggily from his side.
"What the hell
do you want?" Mac asked, ignoring Amanda's question. The
sooner
he could get rid of the guy on the other side, the better.
"Amanda isn't there is she? I really, really need to talk to her."
"Why so you can get her in trouble again?"
"Geez Louise
MacLeod, a guy slips up once and you won't let him live it
down."
"Mac," Amanda fussed. She was now fully awake because she
wasn't one
who liked it when she was ignored,
not even by heroic Duncan MacLeod.
Mac waved her away
this time. He could so handle this. "Give me one good
reason why
I shouldn't just hang up on your sorry ** right now?"
"Alright, alright, because you're my one phone call,"
"Oi boy," Mac
groaned, rubbing his forehead. The headache was coming on
strong.
Really, why couldn't these guys wait until a decent hour to
start
all this crap? "Don't tell me, you're in jail."
"Eh, yeah."
"What did you do?"
"Oh
you know, the usual, I slipped up, but I really thought I had it
this
time MacLeod."
"You could right a book on slips up."
"I know, just pin my name all over it: Cory Raines,
the Master!" Cory
declared sarcastically. "I'll gladly be
the first one to sign your copy if
you bust me out of here."
"How much?" Cory mumbled his answer. "I'm sorry I
can't hear
you."
"5,000." Cory spoke up more clearly this time.
Mac threw back his head and laughed.
"You're not worth that my boy, sorry
try again."
"C'mon MacLeod, I need to bust outta this joint!" pleaded Cory.
"Oh,
I'm sorry, I'm losing connection ." Mac then went about to
make
a static noise. He hung up the phone, but not before he heard
Cory call him a
sorry son of a ** first.
"3 minutes and 2
seconds, I would say that's a first." Amanda kept
track of the
time.
"What?" Mac asked her.
"I've been
trying to get your attention and you blew me off!" she
yelled.
"Do you mind telling me who was calling this late?"
she
questioned. Usually the only one who called was Dawson with
Watcher
information. However, judging from what she heard she
could guess it wasn't
him due to the unfriendliness of it all.
"An acquaintance of yours," Mac finally gave her her answer.
"Really, who?"
"Cory."
That put a light in her eyes.
"Cory, how is he doing? What is he up to? How
come you didn't
let me talk to him?" Amanda threw a lot of questions his
way,
and a hit. "You know I haven't seen him in ages."
"Which is a good thing."
"Do you want me to go back to my
hotel?" Amanda threatened with an evil
smirk, and the crossing
of her arms.
Mac answered her by pulling her back close to
him. "No," he sighed.
"Cory has been busted. He needs bail
money."
"How much?"
Mac gave her the number.
She whistled. "That's steep but nothing I can't handle."
"You're not serious are you?" Mac questioned.
"Why?"
"See this is why he keeps
calling you because you always bail him out. I
say let the bastard
rot."
"You know I can't do that Mac, he's my friend,
and I can't let a good
friend rot in jail now can I?"
"There was a time when you would."
"Well, your good boy antics are rubbing off on me."
"Can't we just leave him in there for a few years or two?" Mac asked.
The
thought of Cory behind bars for a long time brought a smile to his
face.
He wouldn't have to put up with his annoying arse.
"We'll pick him up after I get some money from the bank."
Amanda stated
matter of factly.
"Couldn't I persuade
you otherwise?" Mac asked, showering her shoulder
with kisses.
Amanda bumped him off her shoulder. "It depends,"
"On what?"
"How much am I worth?"
Mac was a little
confused by her questioned. He hadn't the slightest clue
what
she was thinking. "Come again?"
Amanda rolled her eyes.
Honestly, the guy could read an antique like the back
of his hand,
but sometimes when it came to women, she wondered. "Well, I
heard
you say that Cory wasn't worth that much. How much do you think
I
am?"
First a late night phone call, and now mind
games. Cory was so dead when he
picked him up tomorrow. This was
all his doing. "Would you say I'm less
or more then Cory's
bail price?"
The sad part of all this was, her question
really got him thinking. How much
was Amanda really worth to him?
How much would he be willing to pay if she got
caught or if
someone kidnapped her and asked for ransom again? He smiled.
The
truth was, no money could touch her.
But he just couldn't help himself. "$1.00." Mac teased her.
"Excuse me?"
Amanda questioned somewhat angrily. He really didn't go
that low
did he? "Just a dollar?"
"Okay, I'll add 50 cents." Mac continued.
Amanda didn't like that at all, but at least
it was something. "I guess
that's better then nothing because
you know I'm probably not worth that
much." She snuggled into
him.
Now, it was Mac's turn. He was only joking. She knew
better. "Hey," he
said gently, bringing her back up so she
could look him in the eyes.
"Amanda, you're worth more to me
then you'll ever know. If anything ever
happened to you, I don't
know what I'd do with myself. If someone asked
for a billion
dollars, I'd pay ten fold if I had to."
"Really?" she
asked, getting a little teary eyed. She still wasn't used
to
Mac's praise.
"Yeah, you're priceless Amanda, and don't
let anybody tell you
otherwise all right." Mac replied, going
back to the trail of kisses he left
on her shoulder.
Amanda
wouldn't. She let him show her how priceless she was under
the
covers. Cory Raines was soon forgotten. He'd be waiting
there
in his cell
long after tomorrow. Besides, what was a couple of
years between friends anyway?
~ End ~
