A More Permanent Hell

A drabble inspired by the hour long fishing conversation going on in the warehouse. Occasionally, my coworkers are good for something!


Gone Fishing

“Fishing? You fish?” Duncan MacLeod asked in disbelief.

“Yes, I like to fish,” Methos replied, sorting through his tackle box. “It’s very relaxing.” Then he paused for a moment. “Well, it is now. Not so much back in the day; running around naked in ice cold water with a pointed stick. That wasn’t relaxing at all.”

Rolling his eyes, Duncan said, “No, I’d imagine not.”

“But this? Oh yeah.” Methos was beaming.

Duncan pushed open the cooler lid with his foot, eyeing the dozens of beer bottles within, giving Methos a look. “And this?”

He handed Duncan a pole. “Bait.”

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There was actually a line I removed because I realized where certain people's minds would go [g] Pervy lot that you are. I figured the image of Methos running around naked in the water was stimulating enough!

A drabble inspired by the hour long fishing conversation going on in the warehouse. Occasionally, my coworkers are good for something!


Gone Fishing

“Fishing? You fish?” Duncan MacLeod asked in disbelief.

“Yes, I like to fish,” Methos replied, sorting through his tackle box. “It’s very relaxing.” Then he paused for a moment. “Well, it is now. Not so much back in the day; running around naked in ice cold water with a pointed stick. That wasn’t relaxing at all.”

Rolling his eyes, Duncan said, “No, I’d imagine not.”

“But this? Oh yeah.” Methos was beaming.

Duncan pushed open the cooler lid with his foot, eyeing the dozens of beer bottles within, giving Methos a look. “And this?”

He handed Duncan a pole. “Bait.”

@________________________@

There was actually a line I removed because I realized where certain people's minds would go [g] Pervy lot that you are. I figured the image of Methos running around naked in the water was stimulating enough!

I'd forgotten I started the New Year with a PWP I finished off for medie's 'Porning in the New Year' challenge! The Spaniard was that particular story.

As for the rest of the year...

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For some reason, I thought I hadn't written as much as last year, but I guess I wrote more than I thought I did! Quite a bit more, actually.

I created a Halloween drabble challenge on my House fic list, and this was my submission:

Ode To A Cane

My constant companion. I can’t bear to touch you, yet I’m unable not to. You witness all my moods, my victories, my failures. As much as I hate you, you are the one thing in my life that I can always count on. And yet, my fondest hope is that day when I can cast you aside. If that day comes… when that day comes, don’t take it personally when I consign you to the incinerator. It’s nothing personal. No, that’s a lie. But everyone lies, right? It is personal, very personal. Oh how I will love watching you burn.

I created a Halloween drabble challenge on my House fic list, and this was my submission:

Ode To A Cane

My constant companion. I can’t bear to touch you, yet I’m unable not to. You witness all my moods, my victories, my failures. As much as I hate you, you are the one thing in my life that I can always count on. And yet, my fondest hope is that day when I can cast you aside. If that day comes… when that day comes, don’t take it personally when I consign you to the incinerator. It’s nothing personal. No, that’s a lie. But everyone lies, right? It is personal, very personal. Oh how I will love watching you burn.

I wrote this for the highland_cross 'Grand Opening' challenge. Pure crack!fic :)

This is my brain on tea.

Bored Now

“Damnit!” Methos groused, rubbing the back his head. “Why couldn’t you just shoot me through the heart?”

“It was more dramatic,” Jack Bauer replied.

“Oh yes, that’s you, Mr. Drama!” He muttered something foul in Mandarin.

“Not in this lifetime,” Bauer replied dryly. Holding out a hand, he helped Methos to his feet. “Damnit, Adams, stop bitching. It worked, thousands were saved, and you’ve got a story for Immortal poker night.”

“I don’t know why I let you talk me into these things.”

Bauer snorted. “Because you’re bored.”

“Yes, well, I think I’m over that now, thank you very much!”

End

Another in my series of Reader's Choice, Het or Slash, Lunch Hour Drabbles.

Simple Pleasures

Methos had always believed that simple pleasures were best.

A bottle of wine, a loaf of fresh bread. Sitting on the porch holding the hand of the one you loved as the long summer twilight lengthened into dark. Listening in companionable silence as the frogs and crickets began their night song. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the delicate scent of flowers, warmed by the sun, releasing their perfume into the dark. And the simplest pleasure of all: claiming the lips of your lover with your own, reminding them night was beginning, and the hours before morning were meant for pleasure.

Another in my series of Reader's Choice, Het or Slash, Lunch Hour Drabbles.

Simple Pleasures

Methos had always believed that simple pleasures were best.

A bottle of wine, a loaf of fresh bread. Sitting on the porch holding the hand of the one you loved as the long summer twilight lengthened into dark. Listening in companionable silence as the frogs and crickets began their night song. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the delicate scent of flowers, warmed by the sun, releasing their perfume into the dark. And the simplest pleasure of all: claiming the lips of your lover with your own, reminding them night was beginning, and the hours before morning were meant for pleasure.

Okay, so I did a followup/sequelette.

The first one can be found here.


Don't You Dare Laugh! II

“Bullets.”

“Bullets? Was there some sort of firearm involved, or just bullets?” Methos asked wryly.

Annabeth punched his shoulder. “Chicago, 1924, gunned down at a speakeasy, okay?”

“Gangster’s moll, hmm?”

Sighing, she pushed herself up, sitting against the headboard. “Taking out the garbage.”

“Such a delightful gangster euphemism.”

“No, I was taking out the damn garbage! Sometimes I served drinks, but mostly I was the cleaning woman after closing. “

“So you took out the garbage and…?”

“Walked right into the middle of a gangland shootout.”

His laughter could be heard through the pillow as she tried to smother him.

End

It's been a long time since I did a lunch hour drabble, so I thought I'd rectify that. A little bit of Annabeth and just why she hates cows so much. In case you were wondering. Well, I was [g]

Don't You Dare Laugh!

Methos traced the jagged scar that ran just under her right shoulder blade, to its end above her last rib, the feel of his cool fingertips making her shiver.

Rolling over, she said, “A cow kicked me into a barbed wire fence.” She grimaced. “I hate cows!”

He smothered a grin. “A cow didn’t cause your first death, did it?”

“No! And that’s not nearly as funny as you think it is,” Annabeth told him frostily. "It almost did! Spending the rest of my days as a fourteen year old…”

“Then what did?”

“You’ll laugh.” She pouted

“I wouldn’t!”

“Liar!”

End

'Don't You Dare Laugh II' is here.