Disclaimer: Duncan and Methos do not belong to us, nor do any other Highlander characters. Sydney, Ressa, Julian and Adele do. So please don't steal them.
Author's Note: Another chapter, and some Duncan and Methos chatter. Enjoy!
Julian was leaning on Ressa's shoulder, pointing out the obvious errors in technique of the men on the dance floor, the men not
Julian was leaning on Ressa's shoulder, pointing out the obvious errors in technique of the men on the dance floor, the men not dancing. Adele was in the midst of the dance floor too.
"Oh, nice one!" Julian called out, giving her a wolf whistle. She'd just decked one guy who'd missed his swing at another guy and almost hit her.
Adele, breathing hard, had her fists on her hips and glared at the chaos around her. She finally stalked off toward the table, stepping over a few bodies out cold on the floor.
"Men!" she said. "I told them there was no way in bloody hell I'd give either of them a second glance. Did that work? Nooooooooooo. They still had to start punching and kicking and then missing and hitting someone else. I swear, I'm giving them all up and I'm gonna play for the other team!"
"That's a shame, I had such high hopes." Methos said glumly as he took a seat next to Adele. "And how are the rest of the drunken children doing?" He asked a bit more gleefully, eyeing Ressa and Julian with perverse satisfaction.
Julian's head sagged against Ressa's arm.
"Mostly," Adele reported, "they've been boring as hell and I had to entertain myself."
Methos chuckled. "Jules always was a light weight. But I do remember leaving someone a bit more prone to strong drink in charge."
"And then I left Julian in charge." Duncan said as he walked in not long after Methos, looking around at the mess of people on the floor. "Obviously that was a mistake."
Julian grinned. "Ressa and I had a wonderful time. We bashed all of you."
Ressa hiccupped, and nodded.
"I think it's about time we send all the kiddies to bed, what do you think MacLeod?" Methos asked, and Duncan noticed the perky attitude the ancient immortal had at some point adopted.
"I agree."
"The question is, which one of our magical friends is sober enough to get them all back to England in one piece?" Methos wondered.
"Me of course," Adele said, frowning. "I'm perfectly sober..." she leaned into Methos to figure out which way was up.
"My/Your place." Both immortals decided at once.
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Duncan made it to the door laden down with a drunk immortal in his arms and Adele leaning heavily on his shoulder. He heard a grunt from behind him as he fished for the keys.
"Would you hurry up, MacLeod!" Methos snapped. "He's was a lot lighter the last time I did this, but he was also conscious then." Grumbled the immortal as he tried to balance Julian in his arms bridal style.
"You do still care," Julian said, and began nuzzling Methos's neck.
"Now, MacLeod," Methos hissed under his breath. "I'm good, but I'm still human."
Duncan chuckled as he got the door open and all the motley crew inside the apartment.
"In the bedroom." Duncan said as Methos rushed in and deposited the mage on the bed before a certain pregnant woman had a reason to put a hit on him. Duncan wasn't far behind as he scooted Ressa and Adele on the overly large bed with Julian.
Both immortals stepped back and looked at the odd group cuddled up on top of the comforter.
"You know, I'm really tempted to fetch a camera." Methos said thoughtfully.
"For blackmail or your own enjoyment?" Duncan asked.
Methos shrugged. "Why can't it be both?"
Adele opened one eye. "Jealous," she commented.
Methos smiled. "Not tonight I'm not." He said, folding his arms across his chest and walking out of the room. Duncan's brow furrowed and he followed him out, leaving the snoring angels to sleep.
"So I take it your night went well." Duncan fished as Methos stretched out on the couch.
"Better then I expected," Methos admitted. "But then you seem to have had some action yourself." Methos said with a pointed look at Duncan's shirt. "And since you're standing here in one piece, I'm guessing you won."
Duncan grumbled something as he looked at his sword torn shirt. "He was young, lucky for me. Especially since I had Alanna with me. She turned out to be more interesting then us." He said with a little grin.
Alanna must have been the name of the woman Duncan had chatted up at the bar and walked home after Methos and Sydney left. And Methos was all too familiar with the look on Duncan's face now.
Methos eyes narrowed as he sat up. "Duncan MacLeod, you complete fool. You know the girl one night, not even that and you're already starry eyed. Wars were started because of idiots like you."
"You're one to talk." Duncan shot back. "For someone who lives only a few blocks away it took you an awful long time to get back."
"That, my friend, is none of your business." Methos said with a smug grin as he kicked off his shoes and stretched back out on the couch. "Now would you mind turning out the light?"
Seconds later Methos found himself in a confused pile of limbs on the floor blinking up at Duncan who was now righting the couch he'd toppled over.
"What was that for?!" Methos shouted irritably.
Duncan looked up calmly, in that way that Methos knew a childish grin was hiding just under the surface. "My bed's taken, and you are crashing my apartment. Which means you get the floor." He said as the wide grin finally broke out over his face. "Goodnight Methos." He said cheerfully as he sprawled out on the couch.
Methos growled a few well-chosen curses in a few well-chosen languages as he tore off his coat and jumbled it into something that resembled a pillow.
There were some real downsides to crashing at MacLeod's.
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