Disclaimer: The only characters I own are: Katie, and the MacDonald clan.
All the rest belong to the creators of the Highlander series
Sorry for the delay- that pesky writers block of mine.
Author's notes: 1. I have my own fan-fiction website, and any submissions can be e-mailed to me at: angelsbabe15@hotmail.com
2. Immortals can have children
Methos and Adam are used to refer to the same person
Alexa did not die
""= Dialouge, ''= Thoughts
Summary: see chapter #1
Reviews: Greatly encouraged.
Chapter #11
Duncan went to Joe's bar the next morning to tell his friend of the very curious encounter he had the previous evening.
" His last words were: You are the same as ever Duncan McLeod of the Clan McLeod, I will not give you my name but leave this one clue: look to your past, for only in myth shall you find me." Duncan finished.
" Only in myth." Joe muttered as he sat down at his desk. Suddenly he jerked his head up: " You don't think Methos might know something about this do you?"
" I not only think that but I'd be willing to bet my head on it," Duncan replied as he rose to go to the office doorway. " I'll get him, he just came in." As he opened the doorway tendrils of feminine laughter could be heard.
" Adam quit flirting with the waitresses and get your butt back here!" Duncan shouted.
" Ladies I shall tell you the story of Nero and his horse next time I have the honour to visit this fine establishment." And Adam walked back to the office, shutting the door behind him.
" O.K. gentlemen make this quick for my public awaits," Methos said in greeting to his two friends.
" I'll get right to it then: Have you at any point in your life known an immortal named MacDonald?" Duncan asked abruptly.
" MacDonald, MacDonald, I don't suppose there's a chance that you might mean Ronald MacDonald?" Methos responded sarcastically looking everywhere but the eyes of his friends.
" I'll bet my head you know more than you're telling, now spill it Methos! Spill it!" Duncan demanded.
" All right, I do. Do you remember the story I told you about before the Clan MacLeod reigned in the highlands?"
" Yes, what of it?" Duncan responded.
" I told it like I was there, which in most cases is the mark of a good storyteller."
" And were you there?" Duncan demanded.
" Yes actually I was. I was there to visit a friend of mine, your kinsman Connor MacLeod. He had this idea of throwing out the ruling regime, the MacDonald's- some vendetta that MacDonald had something about Connor getting the girl he wanted. He decided to kill the girl, and Connor wanted revenge. On a whim I decided to join him. So a bunch of willing clansmen along with ourselves conspired to infiltrate and kill Andrew MacDonald. I would infiltrate the castle, become a close confidante of MacDonald, then, when next he left the castle I would arrange for Connor and his clansmen to meet up with him, dressed as highway robbers, and it would end up being a tragic end of the good Earl MacDonald." Methos paused to take a breath
" That's it, how you know Andrew MacDonald, why that explains nothing" MacLeod interrupted.
" I wasn't finished yet oh impatient Highlander," Methos responded
" Well it was the end of Andrew MacDonald, or so we thought, I moved on about my journeys, just as Connor moved on to set up a kinsman in the Earl's seat. Before I knew it a century had passed. I decided it was safe enough after what I had done to go and see how Connor was making out. While I was there, and walking through the village below the castle as a matter of fact I sensed the presence of one of us. I looked up and saw the very face I had killed just over a century before. In short gentlemen the good Earl MacDonald was immortal." Methos paused then, for dramatic effect.
" There's more isn't there?" Mac asked.
" How very perceptive of you highlander, of course there's more." Methos responded, before continuing.
" We met together, spoke. We agreed that for the time being we would lay off each other. And we did, I didn't hear from him for another 350 years. And when I did, it was purely by accident.
" What do you mean by accident?" Joe inquired
Methos continued: " Well, I traveled to the Chezch Republic, this was about 350 years later to visit with Kronos. He, and I were seated on the porch of his home discussing another one of his plans for world, or rather he was telling me about it, and I was talking him out of it, or trying to at least- darn that conscience of mine! Anyway, we fought; screaming, yelling, the whole deal almost to the point of dueling. We both didn't realize the presence of another immortal, until I looked up and saw MacDonald's face in the bushes. Kronos stomped off; angry he would fail in his quest for world domination. I walked around then, to where I had seen his face- a bush at the corner of the yard. He was gone, his footprints leading back towards the centere of the city. I didn't see him for another 75 years. I had not realized just how close he was that day with Kronos, he must have heard all of our arguments, because when next we met he addressed me as Methos."
" And he's been blackmailing you ever since with the truth." Mac finished.
" Now that you know my story, may I leave? I'm supposed to take the lovely Alexa to lunch." Methos asked.
" Yeah, go old man, and give her my love," Joe said.
The ancient immortal rose then, and left the office, closing the door behind him. There was silence between Mac, and Joe. Until Joe finally broke it:
" What now?"
Well, what does Mac do now?
Wanna know? Review and just maybe I might tell you.
You can either post those reviews here, or e-mail them to me: at angelsbabe15@hotmail.com, along with any submissions you would care to post on my website.
Also, thinking about writing a sequel to this story, what would you think? - Angel's Babe
Sorry for the delay- that pesky writers block of mine.
Author's notes: 1. I have my own fan-fiction website, and any submissions can be e-mailed to me at: angelsbabe15@hotmail.com
2. Immortals can have children
Methos and Adam are used to refer to the same person
Alexa did not die
""= Dialouge, ''= Thoughts
Summary: see chapter #1
Reviews: Greatly encouraged.
Chapter #11
Duncan went to Joe's bar the next morning to tell his friend of the very curious encounter he had the previous evening.
" His last words were: You are the same as ever Duncan McLeod of the Clan McLeod, I will not give you my name but leave this one clue: look to your past, for only in myth shall you find me." Duncan finished.
" Only in myth." Joe muttered as he sat down at his desk. Suddenly he jerked his head up: " You don't think Methos might know something about this do you?"
" I not only think that but I'd be willing to bet my head on it," Duncan replied as he rose to go to the office doorway. " I'll get him, he just came in." As he opened the doorway tendrils of feminine laughter could be heard.
" Adam quit flirting with the waitresses and get your butt back here!" Duncan shouted.
" Ladies I shall tell you the story of Nero and his horse next time I have the honour to visit this fine establishment." And Adam walked back to the office, shutting the door behind him.
" O.K. gentlemen make this quick for my public awaits," Methos said in greeting to his two friends.
" I'll get right to it then: Have you at any point in your life known an immortal named MacDonald?" Duncan asked abruptly.
" MacDonald, MacDonald, I don't suppose there's a chance that you might mean Ronald MacDonald?" Methos responded sarcastically looking everywhere but the eyes of his friends.
" I'll bet my head you know more than you're telling, now spill it Methos! Spill it!" Duncan demanded.
" All right, I do. Do you remember the story I told you about before the Clan MacLeod reigned in the highlands?"
" Yes, what of it?" Duncan responded.
" I told it like I was there, which in most cases is the mark of a good storyteller."
" And were you there?" Duncan demanded.
" Yes actually I was. I was there to visit a friend of mine, your kinsman Connor MacLeod. He had this idea of throwing out the ruling regime, the MacDonald's- some vendetta that MacDonald had something about Connor getting the girl he wanted. He decided to kill the girl, and Connor wanted revenge. On a whim I decided to join him. So a bunch of willing clansmen along with ourselves conspired to infiltrate and kill Andrew MacDonald. I would infiltrate the castle, become a close confidante of MacDonald, then, when next he left the castle I would arrange for Connor and his clansmen to meet up with him, dressed as highway robbers, and it would end up being a tragic end of the good Earl MacDonald." Methos paused to take a breath
" That's it, how you know Andrew MacDonald, why that explains nothing" MacLeod interrupted.
" I wasn't finished yet oh impatient Highlander," Methos responded
" Well it was the end of Andrew MacDonald, or so we thought, I moved on about my journeys, just as Connor moved on to set up a kinsman in the Earl's seat. Before I knew it a century had passed. I decided it was safe enough after what I had done to go and see how Connor was making out. While I was there, and walking through the village below the castle as a matter of fact I sensed the presence of one of us. I looked up and saw the very face I had killed just over a century before. In short gentlemen the good Earl MacDonald was immortal." Methos paused then, for dramatic effect.
" There's more isn't there?" Mac asked.
" How very perceptive of you highlander, of course there's more." Methos responded, before continuing.
" We met together, spoke. We agreed that for the time being we would lay off each other. And we did, I didn't hear from him for another 350 years. And when I did, it was purely by accident.
" What do you mean by accident?" Joe inquired
Methos continued: " Well, I traveled to the Chezch Republic, this was about 350 years later to visit with Kronos. He, and I were seated on the porch of his home discussing another one of his plans for world, or rather he was telling me about it, and I was talking him out of it, or trying to at least- darn that conscience of mine! Anyway, we fought; screaming, yelling, the whole deal almost to the point of dueling. We both didn't realize the presence of another immortal, until I looked up and saw MacDonald's face in the bushes. Kronos stomped off; angry he would fail in his quest for world domination. I walked around then, to where I had seen his face- a bush at the corner of the yard. He was gone, his footprints leading back towards the centere of the city. I didn't see him for another 75 years. I had not realized just how close he was that day with Kronos, he must have heard all of our arguments, because when next we met he addressed me as Methos."
" And he's been blackmailing you ever since with the truth." Mac finished.
" Now that you know my story, may I leave? I'm supposed to take the lovely Alexa to lunch." Methos asked.
" Yeah, go old man, and give her my love," Joe said.
The ancient immortal rose then, and left the office, closing the door behind him. There was silence between Mac, and Joe. Until Joe finally broke it:
" What now?"
Well, what does Mac do now?
Wanna know? Review and just maybe I might tell you.
You can either post those reviews here, or e-mail them to me: at angelsbabe15@hotmail.com, along with any submissions you would care to post on my website.
Also, thinking about writing a sequel to this story, what would you think? - Angel's Babe
