I have my old computer up and running for a change. Most of my old fics seem to be there and of course I decided that I was going to look through them for the first time in years. Dear gods, most of them are just horrible and those that aren't I have other reasons for not wanting anyone to see them (mostly because I just wouldn't write anything like that now). But there are one or two that are salvageable, this is one. There's a possibility that I've posted this somewhere, in some form years ago. I honestly don't know.
And before I forget; if you didn't get it earlier I will reiterate in all caps that THIS IS SLASH, I'd hate for people to complain just because they didn't realise. And also there is some implied character death, usually I forget to warn about that (personally I just don't see the point).
And oh yeah, if I need to do this disclaimer thing, well I don't own any sort of Highlander. I'm not even sure I know who does.
Till Death Do Us Part
He'd tried not to fall in love with the Highlander. He'd reminded himself of the Scotsman's annoying tendency to judge people, of the man's habit of diving head first into danger and dragging those close to him with him. Those were not things Methos needed. But it had all been in vain. It had been inevitable since the beginning. He'd felt an undeniable attraction to MacLeod since the first time they met. If he was completely honest with himself, which he rarely was, he'd probably fallen for him in the instant that he first lay eyes on the man.
And when he recognised that connection between himself and the Highlander he should have turned tail and run. He should have run and never looked back, but he hadn't. He'd meant to at first, but he never had been able to stay away when he fell in love. Wasn't that funny; love, his greatest weakness.
There were times when he thought that he'd managed to avoid the danger. There had been Alexa, another instantaneous connection. He had loved her so much. And of course there had been the Horsemen. He'd thought that maybe MacLeod couldn't get past that, even with all the time they had. The last time Methos thought it might all work out for the best was after the kid died and the Highlander vanished. Well, perhaps not for the best, but at least better for him.
He'd tried to warn MacLeod. He'd told him that getting involved with another immortal was too much of a commitment. Methos had thought that maybe the Highlander would get the hint.
And he'd hoped that perhaps MacLeod would not end up returning his feelings. He always hoped. But he'd always known how it would all end.
He always outlived his lovers. Always.
He had to outlive them. That was the way it worked. Sooner or later his survival instinct would become stronger than the love he felt. It wasn't a problem when he fell for mortals, they were rarely a serious danger to him and they died so soon anyway. It was different with immortals.
Methos sighed and turned away from the gravestone that marked the last resting place of Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.
If he closed his eyes he could still see the surprised look on the Highlander's face. He would never forget it.