Highlander
"Little Immortals"
Summary:Richie has a 'little' accident. Can Duncan cope raising a seven year old Immortal...especially one as reckless, impulsive, and smart-assed as Richard H. Ryan?
Methos has a 'little' mishap and Connor is enlisted to help out with him. Can he handle a sarcastic, rude, and generally bratty 5,000 year old teenager?
Author's Note: This takes place any time after season 3.
Warning:SPANKING!!!!! DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I just wrote this story for fun.
Chapter 12: Bad News times Two
"Any luck, Joe?" Mac asked his Watcher as they sat down for an early dinner of macaroni-n-cheese.
The older man sighed. " 'Fraid not," he said, grimacing. "I've had almost ever archivist that I know searching through the old tomes, but so far nothing has popped up on the Cronus stones..."
Methos snorted. "Told ya," he muttered, crossing his arms. "Those idiots couldn't find their own arses except that they're sitting on them."
"Not helping," Conner told him, firmly, "Zip it."
Methos rolled his eyes. "Those stones are very old," he reminded them, "older than me..."
"So what? You're saying just because they're old that's there's no record of 'em?" Richie asked, annoyed. "Dinosaurs are older than you too, remember? And we got plenty of records on them?"
"Bones, and nothing more," the 5,000 year old teenager growled back. "The Watchers' archives are the most extensive I've ever seen, but that still doesn't change the fact that some things are older than it, and the stones are one of them. They won't find anything even if they spent their entire lives looking!"
Richie scowled, opened his mouth to say something scathing but closed it when Mac levelled him with a nasty look.
"That's enough," he growled. "Bickering won't help any. Joe, what do you think our next move should be?"
Joe scratched his beard. "To be honest, Mac," he told him. "I just don't know..."
Just then, the mobile phone he kept on him in case of emergencies rang.
Reaching into his jacket pocket, he answered it. "Dawson..." He listened, a frown forming.
The other four exchanged glances, knowing something wasn't right.
Joe sighed. "Thanks, bye," he hung up.
"What is it?" Mac asked, concerned.
"Uh, I don't know exactly how to tell you this," he said, glancing at him and Conner, "but an old friend of you two is dead..."
"Who?" both asked, intense looks darkening both of their faces.
"Sean Cassidy," Joe told them, sadly. "I'm sorry."
Conner and Mac exchanged glances, their fists clenched tightly.
"Who's Sean Cassidy?" Richie asked, curious.
"An old friend," Conner said.
"One of our oldest," Mac told him. "He saved mine and Conner's heads once...nearly lost his doing it, too."
"Oh, man," Richie said, and then glanced at Joe. "How'd he die?"
"His Watcher, Freddie," Joe explained, nodding at his phone, "doesn't know. It's clear another Immortal killed him, but...he was killed while asleep in his bed—there was no duel."
Mac's jaw clenched so tightly. "When?"
"Late last night," he said, "In Scotland."
He nodded, standing up. "I'm going," he declared, determined.
"Not without me you're not," Conner told him, standing also.
Mac looked at him. "What about the boys?" he asked.
"I'll stay with them, " Joe offered, helpfully.
"The hell you will!" Methos declared at the same Richie exclaimed, "No way!"
"I'm coming with you," they both finished at the same time.
"Absolutely not!" both Highlanders growled at the kids.
Methos raised an eyebrow. "You intend to stop us how?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"You really want to find out?" Conner asked, angrily.
Suddenly Methos lifted his arms up and over his head. When he brought them down again, there was sword in them.
His eyes flashing with an intensity that startled them all.
"I am Methos, oldest of Immortals," he growled, his sword catching the light. "I was Death itself once, long ago, and though I may no longer inhabit the body of an adult, all my knowledge—including how to handle a sword—is still very much intact. You two haven't lived half the lives I have, nor had the experiences I do. You're entering into a situation that you know nothing about. Another pairs of eyes will be needed, especially a pair that isn't clouded by anger...or seeking revenge for a friend's death."
For several seconds, no one spoke. Methos glared intently at the two MacLeods, waiting.
Conner finally sighed. "He's right," he said, glancing at Duncan.
"I know," Mac grumbled, "but still..."
Conner shrugged. "Besides," he said, "as long as he is with us I can keep a close watch on him."
Mac nodded. "That's true," he said, "I still don't like it, but..."
"You can come," Conner told the teenager, "but take one toe out of line and I'll tan your hide so hard you won't be sitting for a hundred years. Understood?"
Methos put his sword away, smirking. "Perfectly," he said, sitting back down.
"Hey!" Richie exclaimed. "If he gets to go, then so do I!"
"Rich, no," Mac said, shaking his head. "It's too dan—"
"Dangerous, Mac?" Richie asked, scoffing. "How much danger do you think I'll be in if an Immortal shows up and you're not here, hmm?"
"Joe will protect you," Mac assured him, trusting his old friend to do just that. Joe nodded.
Richie snorted. "No offense, Joe," he said, rolling his eyes, "but I doubt you'll be a match for any determined Immortal—even with that gun I know you've got."
"Richie this isn't..."
"Oh, let him come, Duncan," Conner said, sighing. "He gets out of line, take him out to the woodshed..."
Mac glared at him. "Conner, it's just too...."
"...dangerous, I know," Conner finished for him, "but he's right. Joe won't be able to really protect him—not if whoever comes for his head is really determined, and you know what that kind of Immortal is like. He or she wouldn't hesitate to kill mortals to get what they wanted."
Mac sighed. "Fine," he grumbled, glaring at a smiling Richie, "but so help me, Rich, you disobey even a single order and I'll bust your butt into the next millennium!"
Richie smirked. "Sure thing, Mac," he said, grinning.
"Well then," Conner said, "pack your bags boys..."
"...we're going to Scotland!"
TBC...
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