Highlander fanfiction
NOT SO SMART
Disclaimer: I don't own highlander or any of the characters
Chapter Four
Connor wiped his blade clean as he stepped back inside, the fresh air still thick with the scent of battle. He glanced around, adjusting to the warmth of the house compared to the cold outside. His eyes landed on the couch, where Duncan sat, arms wrapped securely around a very angry Richie, who was still fighting with everything he had.
"Didn't take you long to get comfortable," Connor quipped, shutting the door behind him.
Duncan sighed. "He won't stop trying to run."
"I wonder why," Richie snapped, twisting violently in Duncan's grip. His elbow shot back, aiming for Duncan's ribs, but the older man adjusted his hold, avoiding the hit.
"Richie, calm down," Duncan said firmly, tightening his hold but careful not to aggravate the younger man's injuries. "You're going to hurt yourself."
Richie barely registered the words. He was too busy struggling, his frustration overriding the pain from his fractured ribs and the heavy cast on his leg. Every movement sent sharp jolts through his body, but he didn't care. He had to get out of here.
Connor stepped closer, and Richie saw his chance. He swung his good leg toward Connor's knee in a desperate attempt to break free. Connor, expecting the attack, smoothly caught Richie's ankle mid-kick. Instead of simply stopping him, he turned Richie slightly while he was still in Duncan's grip, throwing him off balance.
"Nice try, kid," Connor said, his tone laced with amusement. "But I've dealt with much worse."
"Let me go, you overgrown tin can!" Richie snarled, squirming harder.
Connor's expression remained neutral. With precise control, he delivered a single, firm swat to Richie's backside before lowering his captured leg. Richie froze mid-struggle, the shock of what just happened overriding his brain for a moment.
"There," Connor said, stepping back. "Maybe now you'll listen."
Richie's face burned as he sagged against Duncan's hold, completely dumbfounded. He turned wide eyes to Duncan, then back to Connor, as if trying to process what had just happened.
"Did—did you just spank me?" Richie asked, completely flabbergasted.
Connor smirked. "Sure did."
Richie opened his mouth to argue, but nothing came out. His brain short-circuited. He had been in plenty of fights, taken plenty of hits, but this? This was just humiliating.
Duncan, suppressing a chuckle, adjusted Richie carefully against his chest. "Easy now. Just breathe. You're already hurt enough without making it worse."
Richie grumbled under his breath but no longer thrashed. He was still breathing heavily, his heart hammering in his chest, but his limbs no longer fought to escape.
"I can't believe that just happened," Richie muttered, staring at the floor, his body still tense but no longer actively fighting.
Connor crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "Believe it, kid. Now, are you going to listen, or do we need to go another round?"
Richie groaned and buried his face in his hands. "Fine. Just talk already."