Joe knew he would have to do something himself, would have to have Duncan find out, he could leave the recording out with an obvious label. Because he had of course made a recording of the fight on his trusty smart phone, top o the line, hd quality of course. Maybe something like that. Oops and such.
Later, maybe a month, Duncan was house sitting at Joes's and found a disk labeled 'Methos fight', and a date.
Duncan took the bait easily, as Joe knew he would. Opening his laptop he inserted the disk from Joe's desk wondering at why Joe had saved this. Why he hadn't turned it in to the watchers as Adam fighting... It opened automatically and began to play. Duncan saw what Joe saw, everything Joe saw.
Everything from Methos's skill level to the vicious way his lover had hacked up the mans body and then how he chose to pull out the mans still beating heart before the beheading.
Duncan thought- Methos had been vicious towards this man, who'd come searching for HIM, this man who Methos thought he, Duncan, couldn't take out.
His Methos had been certain of the out come of the fight if he allowed there to be one, he knew with all his years of experience that Duncan would die. This man who'd Methos seen as a threat to him he had immediate dispatched of.
But Methos, it turned out, was more than capable of besting him.
Methos is protecting him. Him. He was taking out the ones that could beat him in a fair fight. And everyone that didn't play fair too. Sure he hid even better than he'd thought. He'd had no idea that his lover could also be that person, the one with the blood-lust and amazing fighting skills.
Or maybe he did have to know on some level after the double quickening the took. He had known Methos had fought with his 3 brothers for a 1000 years. That's 1000 years of heavy sword work and practice.
Why would Methos not tell or show him his extensive skill level. He was still hiding behind Adam, still hiding him self from him. Still, after they'd been living together for months. Methos didn't want Duncan to know he could've beat him anytime he wished when they spared, and Duncan had taken some satisfaction in knowing Methos was in need of him for protection. That his skill level was only ok.
Duncan always encouraged him to practice more. He never would. Apparently though he did sometime, in some way, he kept in shape. He knew the lean muscled body that lay underneath those baggy clothes he preferred, the ones that he hid his shape in and disappeared seamlessly in crowds with. Methos's whole demeanor was meant to make him appear harmless and smaller than he was actually.
He'd thought Methos trusted him enough to let more of himself out but it seemed he still hadn't. He was still hiding beneath meekness.
The man he saw in that fight was strong, and menacing, very very menacing. He was haughty about the outcome and the blood-lust had descended. Hell Methos had ripped out the mans heart! What kinda person knows how to do that? Would choose to do that? Hearing the man was after him Methos had gone for blood.
And this seemed not to be the first time his lover had silently killed someone with a very very high skill level looking for him.
Duncan had no idea what to do.
He watched the clip over and over. Looking at the fighting styles Methos effortlessly shifted between. How easily he deflected his opponents blade.
His lover was beautiful to watch, but deadly, oh so deadly.
