The real reason female immortals are crazy
Mecca Sturino
(Still in hidng from her Amanda Muse- you don't know where I am, got it?)
"ARGGGGGGGGGGGG!" Amanda threw a soap dish, and the various soap-like products it held
at the men on the couch, drinking coffee. "oh yeah, just sit there all happy and la-de-da-da-da.
You make me sick! All of you. Just sitting there, without a care in the world. You don't have any
problems, nooooooooo" With that Amanda burst into tears.
As this statement was patently untrue, not to mention the fact that Amanda crying,
Richie and Joe sat there in shock, Richie wiping a little soap film off his face. Mac and Methos
on the other hand, knew exactly what was wrong, and tripped over each other in an effort to make
amends.
Duncan started rubbing slow circles on her back, like one would comfort a child. "Shh,
Amanda, what do you need a heating pad? A warm bath?" Duncan questioned as Methos ran from
the kitchen holding a chocolate bar. Handing it to her, Methos grabbed her other hand, and started
patting it, as Amanda unwrapped the candy bar and slowly stopped crying.
"There, there. It's okay. Do you want some hot tea?" Joe had figured out what was
wrong, though Richie was still sitting on the couch puzzled.
At Amanda's nod, Duncan ran off to start a bath, and Joe went to make tea. Still
eating the chocolate, Amanda wandered after MacLeod, leaving Methos and Richie alone.
Methos collapsed on the couch, putting a hand over his eyes. "Whew" he sighed.
"What … was… that?" Richie managed.
"That was the reason that committed hetero relationships between immortals
are terrifying. That was the reason that female immortals are a little nutty. Some more than others,
but eventually …"
"And I ask again, oh font of nothing, what was that?"
"Come on Richie, MacLeod never told you? Happens about every, oh ten years or so?"
"WHAT DOES?" Richie asked again.
"That, Richie, was PMS"
Richie shot up and ran for the door.
"Where are you going? She's got a sword, man, she'll go after you!"
"I'm going to get more chocolate." Richie called over his shoulder. "You get
the multiplied the force of PMS from ten years absence and chocolate is god!"
A loud crash, rather like glass sounded, followed by a sound suspiciously like
MacLeod …yelping? Methos glanced over, then put his hands back over his eyes. "I'd have to agree"
he muttered.
Mecca Sturino
(Still in hidng from her Amanda Muse- you don't know where I am, got it?)
"ARGGGGGGGGGGGG!" Amanda threw a soap dish, and the various soap-like products it held
at the men on the couch, drinking coffee. "oh yeah, just sit there all happy and la-de-da-da-da.
You make me sick! All of you. Just sitting there, without a care in the world. You don't have any
problems, nooooooooo" With that Amanda burst into tears.
As this statement was patently untrue, not to mention the fact that Amanda crying,
Richie and Joe sat there in shock, Richie wiping a little soap film off his face. Mac and Methos
on the other hand, knew exactly what was wrong, and tripped over each other in an effort to make
amends.
Duncan started rubbing slow circles on her back, like one would comfort a child. "Shh,
Amanda, what do you need a heating pad? A warm bath?" Duncan questioned as Methos ran from
the kitchen holding a chocolate bar. Handing it to her, Methos grabbed her other hand, and started
patting it, as Amanda unwrapped the candy bar and slowly stopped crying.
"There, there. It's okay. Do you want some hot tea?" Joe had figured out what was
wrong, though Richie was still sitting on the couch puzzled.
At Amanda's nod, Duncan ran off to start a bath, and Joe went to make tea. Still
eating the chocolate, Amanda wandered after MacLeod, leaving Methos and Richie alone.
Methos collapsed on the couch, putting a hand over his eyes. "Whew" he sighed.
"What … was… that?" Richie managed.
"That was the reason that committed hetero relationships between immortals
are terrifying. That was the reason that female immortals are a little nutty. Some more than others,
but eventually …"
"And I ask again, oh font of nothing, what was that?"
"Come on Richie, MacLeod never told you? Happens about every, oh ten years or so?"
"WHAT DOES?" Richie asked again.
"That, Richie, was PMS"
Richie shot up and ran for the door.
"Where are you going? She's got a sword, man, she'll go after you!"
"I'm going to get more chocolate." Richie called over his shoulder. "You get
the multiplied the force of PMS from ten years absence and chocolate is god!"
A loud crash, rather like glass sounded, followed by a sound suspiciously like
MacLeod …yelping? Methos glanced over, then put his hands back over his eyes. "I'd have to agree"
he muttered.