Disclaimer:I don't own Rose or Methos, they just let me play in their sandbox
Methos stalked through the pouring rain, muttering darkly about a certain Highlander wanting to see him in THIS weather. He turned the corner and froze as he looked at who was standing there in the middle of the sidewalk. She pushed her damp hair out of her face, smirking.
"Miss me?"
"What are you doing here?"
She walked by him.
"Sightseeing."
Methos followed her with his eyes until she fell out of sight, and then took a deep breath, hoping to calm his nerves.
Under the heady smell of the city and rain, he could have sworn he smelled roses.