A Reason To Kill
"I can't believe you bought this," Duncan shook his head in disbelieve.
"But I like it," protested Methos.
"You're pathetic!"
"I happen to enjoy a good read!"
"This," The Highlander pointed at the book in Methos hands, "This is not a good read. This is brainless dribble!"
"Well, I enjoy reading it - and so do millions of others."
"But it's a children's books!"
"So? Shakespeare is for adults and yet kids have been tortured in school with it for centuries!"
"You're being unreasonable, Methos!" He drew his sword.
"WHAT? You want to kill me because I like Harry Potter!"
Once Again
Methos woke up to complete and utter darkness. It took him a moment to remember what had happened. He just moved to London, new identity, new flat and everything. He had just bought a new Range Rover today. Then it hit him… literally. 'Oh no,' he thought. His hands started to feel their way around only to confirm what he already suspected. Cold metal walls. "Oh you got to be kidding me!" he mumbled under his breath. Another alias was ruined before it even began. It had been a while, but now he was in the city morgue once again.
The New Teacher
Crossover: HL/Buffy
Willow liked the new History teacher. Well, "liked" was rather an understatement, like saying that Mount Everest was just a small mount of dirt. She had become infatuated with him the moment he walked into the classroom for the first time... about two minutes ago. And when he introduced himself as Mr Pierson, his dialect exposing him as definitely something British, she had to suppress a gasp followed by a drool attack.
"Rosenberg?" No answer. "Willow Rosenberg? Is she here?"
Willow shook herself out of her daze and replied, "Present," almost a bit too enthusiastically.
Mr Pierson returned back to his list and ticked off her name with a smile. He should have known that the hellmouth would be trouble for him... like a young pre-Immortal swooning over him.