The Bull, the Tiger or the Rat

by Elendilmir

... or someone whom Mcleod met. Joe Dawson wasn't informed that Adam Pierson is actually someone else though maybe he shoud've been . Adam Pierson didn't run from Paris though maybe he should've .

The Bull, the Tiger or the Rat or someone whom McLeod met.

Title: The Bull, the Tiger or the Rat or someone whom McLeod met.
Author: ondo-the-linde
Rating: PG
Notes: complete, AU. 387 words. Non-betaed. A silly joke.

Character(s): Methos, Joe Dawson.
Summary: Joe Dawson wasn't informed that Adam Pierson is actually someone else (though maybe he shoud've been). Adam Pierson didn't run from Paris (though maybe he should've).

Dear Diary,

today I visited my friend Adam to wish him a New Beer. It has come to my attention from Watcher catalogues on Immortal's associates, which is why I cannot disclose its name.

Somebody should manage all the data on non-Immortals we keep track of; take, for example, my charge D. M. It's impossible to even predict how many gangsters, females-in-distress, foster children, detectives, monks, etc. he would cross in a week. He met Adam, too. Now he's teaching Adam by some sort of abbreviated life-saver's guide, because apparently the poor thing has a problem with Immortals (D. M. won't tell me the details, but after Kalas he declared Adam "insufficiently protected" that led to them living on the barge WITH Amanda which led D. M. to another robbery and Adam to heavy alcohol intoxication).

But I digress.

So, my colleague invited me to the basement of Don's bookshop where he hid from D. M., Amanda and police. I found him on the verge of freezing over. Apparently, he was trying to amuse himself by trying to work out a horoscope. For some mysterious Immortal, whose journals he found in our library. I wish I knew how he does it: last time I came to the librarians they chewed me over for singing Darius' chronicles. Never mind that I returned it.

But I digress.

Adam told me that he's got this theory that horoscopes for Immortals should be made for longer periods of time then a year. And the longer they stay alive, the longer the "year" becomes.

He's been sitting in Sumerian texts and waving his hands and waxing poetics on how good this system was in retrospect when I asked him, what about D. M. then.

Adam stopped to look at me with despair.

I've been trying, he said. It seems that if you're D. M.'d, you have no predictable future. Here, I have accumulated a total of thousands' years in chronicles of evidence (that was said with a particularly savage gleam in his eyes). Were you born a Bull, a Tiger or a Rat - it just won't apply anymore.

There was nothing I could say to prove him wrong.

I hope, for Adam's sake, that D. M. never met Adam's requirement. Otherwise, we'll have no chance of ever finding the Oldest One.