Summary: Methos loses his Keys and Mac teases him about age related memory problems!

Status: Complete

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did I don't own them.

Authors notes & Warnings: Gah the List Mom from the Methos Boxer Brigade gave me a plot bunny about Methos losing his keys and Mac teasing him about age related memory problems so here I am with this fic! Warnings for this being insanely short!

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Mac tilted his head and smothered his snickers as he watched Methos dig though the couch cushions, look under the couch, look under the chairs and crawl all around the living room looking completely ridicules.

"Methos. What are you doing down there?" He finely just HAD to ask.

Methos glared up at him still on the floor. "Oh well I thought the floor was looking a little dirty and thought I'd dust it with my jeans! What do you think I'm doing?! I'm trying to find my keys!"

Mac raised an eye brow then slowly walked over to him, reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys.

Methos turned red then quickly cleared his throat, grabbed his keys, stood up and tried to look casual. "I knew they were there all along! I...was just testing you."

Mac chuckled and sat down on the couch. "I think the old age is finely getting to you Old Man!"

Methos glared daggers at him. "I'm Immortal and don't suffer from mortal ailments and you know it!"

Mac grinned wickedly. "Well you ARE the oldest of us. No ones ever been as old as you maybe we DO get senile but it takes 5000 years."

"I'M NOT SENILE!"

Mac put on as fake understanding smile. "Of course not! Of course not. No no no. You're perfectly fine. So what if you lose your keys in your pocket. And so what if there was that thing yesterday where you were going to pay the cable bill and you ended up wandering around the house doing absolutely nothing but doing a lot of it. And so what if you keep forgetting where you put things. Nope you're not senile at all!" Mac smiled at him patronizingly.

Methos scowled at him. "I'm not. Immortals don't go senile! We just don't. Now shut up. I have to go find my keys and wash my car!"

Mac covered his face nearly fell off the couch laughing.

"What now?!?"

"In your hand."

"What?" Methos asked confusedly.

"You're keys are in your hand! You grabbed them from me only a moment ago!" Mac howled laughing.

Methos blinked down at his hand then glared at the Highlander again. "I knew that! Just... shut up!" He huffed and stormed out of the barge. A minute later his head popped back into the barge. "What was I going to do again?"

Mac's helpless howl of laughter was all the answer got.

The End.