Regular or Decafe?
By: LOSTrocker
The Highlander could hear the evil laughter coming from his worst enemy yet: his own coffee machine. Everyone thought he was crazy but he didn't care what they thought. He knew that thing was pure out evil. No matter what he did with it it always turned on him.
When Mac had to get the beans in, they would spill. The water was just as bad. By the time he was done with that there was a pool of water all over the counter and on the floor. Mac just couldn't take it anymore and he let the evil machine know it.
"I don't understand you." He said to it. "I mean I take care of you, and all you do is mock me and I'm tired of it!"
The Highlander went over and withdrew his katana and with a single swift movement the coffee machine from Hell split in two. Mac smirked at triumph. Then added his famous line: "There can be only one."
Mac felt a familiar Buzz of Methos. Damn, he cursed to himself. He forgot that the Old Man was coming over that morning to join him for some coffee. "What the bloody hell are you doing?" Methos asked when he came up to see what Mac was fussing over. The Old Man shook his head. "I really don't believe this. The great Duncan MacLeod has fought worse enemies then this and you couldn't handle a coffee pot?"
"That thing is evil!" Mac came to his own defense. "I should take another wack at it just in case it decides to come back."
"No, don't." Methos said taking away the Highlander's sword. "You've done enough damage for one day I think." Methos tossed the sword aside.
"Hey, easy with that." Warned Mac.
"Sorry Mac, but I could have really used that cup of coffee. If you only knew the bad morning I've had." Then The Old Man went to rant and rave about his morning which involved burnt breakfast and running into bad drivers on the highway.
"Fine. Then we could always go to Joe's. He's open."
Methos couldn't believe what he was saying. It wasn't even noon yet. Sure, he'd take a few swings before the after noon began but that was him, Mac would never, but the Highlander proved him wrong. "You're buying." Mac added as they walked out the door and headed towards their favorite bar. Beer was so much better and stronger then coffee anyway.
Fin.
Author's Notes: I know probably not my best work but the plot bunnies wouldn't leave me alone. Besides I know Mac's pain with the coffee pot. Mine does the same crap to me all the time and I hate it but since I can't destroy it I take it out all in the world of fanfiction!
