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[ithildin]

If you write fic, original or fanfic, share a favourite passage, scene, or bit of dialogue that you've written. It doesn't necessarily have to be from what might be your favourite story over all, just something you've written that stands out for you as something you thought really came out well, that made you laugh, made you cry, or that you just damn well like! (any genre or type) (slash/het/gen/or something in between) A bit about why you like it would be nice to, though not a requirement. And a link to the story would be lovely:) Yeah, I'm demanding!

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(yes, I'll share mine at some point) (but I'm more interested in what you all come up with)

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[pat-t.livejournal.com]

hmmm, a bit of dialogue huh?

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"Ah, I see." He watched as Jethro spooned their eggs and hashbrowns onto three plates.He hated to admit it, but he was actually rather amused by his captor's clumsy antics. Jethro came into the living room, and set his plate down on the coffee table in front of him, before taking his own place in the other chair across the room. He looked down at his bound wrists, and then at his plate, and smirked. "How do you expect me to eat like this," he asked as they delved into their own food.

"Oh, uh," Jethro stammered, and looked at Paul.

"You'll t-try to run away," Paul accused, looking from one man to the next.

"No, I promise. That was a big mistake yesterday. I've learned my lesson," Methos promised in his best "Adam Pierson" voice.

"Ya promise?" Jethro asked uncertainly, setting his plate aside. "The police said we had to keep the noise down."

Methos snorted to himself as the big man rose to cross the room. "Promise. I'd cross my heart if my hands weren't tied," he lied.

A moment later, he was untied and running towards the door. He heard shouting behind him, as he swung it open, and ran down the steps to the concrete parking lot. They were close on his heels when he spotted a fence, and jumped over it to the yard next door. He was almost to the other side when he heard the growls, followed by threatening snarls and barks. He turned just in time to see two large Dobermans galloping towards him. "Shit," he yelled, as he scurried up the nearest tree, leaving the two angry dogs below. He barely had time to register the yell and curse, when he was joined on a neighboring branch by Jethro.

"Nice of you to visit," he said dryly, and once again cursed his luck. "So, what do we do now, Sherlock?"

"Who?"

"Never mind," he snorted.

They stayed like that for long moments while Methos contemplated his next move. He was pretty sure he could get down and fight off the mutts. Being sure he couldn't escape, his captors had let him strip off his wet clothes in the bathroom without them. While he didn't know where they had stashed his sword, they didn't know about the dagger he had hidden at his back under his waistband. He reached around,and withdrew it, ignoring the startled stare he received from the other man.

He climbed down silently, and approached the dogs. They crept up to him, and began to snarl. Methos faced them, his dagger in his hand, and crept closer as they growled a warning low in their throats. He made eye contact, staring them down with every step, and pressed them closer until they were backing away from the tree. He was peripherally aware that Jethro had climbed down the tree, and was making his way to the fence. He began backing away from the dogs, softly talking to them, while maintaining eye contact. They stood still, and watched him back away, until he reached the fence, and climbed over.

He turned to Jethro, his dagger still in his hand, and contemplated his next move. He didn't want to hurt the other man. He had actually been quite amused by the two men's antics as they attempted to hold him. Still, he had no intention of returning to the small apartment to be tied up once again.

"Sorry, but I've got to go now." He smiled at the other man.

"I d-don't t-think so," came the nervous voice behind him as the distinctive noise of a gun being cocked echoed in the still air.

"Wonderful," he moaned, as Jethro shrugged his shoulders, and took the dagger from his grip.

[ithildyn.livejournal.com]

That was great! What story is it from?

[pat-t.livejournal.com]

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