|Ame's Insanity (amejisuto) wrote in ames_weirdness,|
@ 2010-06-20 13:12:00
|Entry tags:||highlander, richie/methos|
Flexibility -- Richie/Methos
Fandom: Highlander The Series
Summary: Richie decides to treat Methos as just an ordinary guy.
Written for Slashthedrabble back in 2005.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Word Count: 500
Beta'd by kitty_poker1
Notes: One of the few HL ficlets I've written. I kinda wish I had gone into this some more, it looked interesting. LOL
Ever since finding out just who exactly the Old Man was, Richie had been finding reasons to spar with him. Methos had been reluctant at first, thinking that Richie wanted to say he'd at least clashed swords with the oldest Immortal, but he'd finally convinced the Old Man that wasn't the reason.
The real reason, the one he'd never told Methos, was that he sort of felt sorry for the old guy, especially after that whole Kronos mess. Part of the time MacLeod treated Methos like crap for being one of the Four Horsemen, and the rest of the time was spent treating Methos like a mooch, which he was, or looking at him as if the man was going to spout out wisdom at the drop of a hat. Like Methos was some 5000 year old fortune cookie or something. Even Joe looked at him a bit differently every once in a while and you could see the sadness in Methos's face when it happened if you looked fast enough.
So Richie had sat down and thought about it. Despite being Immortal, he was still the youngest in the group and 5000 years was too much for him to comprehend. Instead of trying to understand, he just decided to get over it and treat Methos just like he wanted: as one of the guys.
Besides, it was hard to remember that your friend had been around before the pyramids when he was talking about motorcycles, or when they were watching a movie and the Old Man was making sarcastic comments about the amount of silicone the leading lady had been injected with.
Besides, Methos knew some wicked fighting tricks. The kind Mac would never have taught him since they weren't quite so ethical. Maybe it was his early upbringing of being a street rat, but Richie had seen plenty of other Immortals cheat. Not that he would, but if they did he would have a few tricks up his sleeve.
And for an Old Man, Methos could move damn fast. His speed with his sword didn't even compare to the speed of his thoughts. There were times Richie could swear the Old Man was thinking faster than some computers. And then the sparring would be over and Methos would sprawl on the couch with a beer and they'd be doing a slightly more mature version of Bevis and Butthead.
So maybe it shouldn't have been quite as much of a shock for Richie to wonder just how flexible Methos was. After their workouts there were times they'd both collapse to the ground, panting, and Richie noticed just how oddly handsome Methos could be.
He'd been with guys before, but had pretty much played it straight ever since Mac took him under his wing. Maybe it was time to get off the straight and narrow path, for once. Richie just wondered if Mac was going to have a litter of kittens or an entire cow at the thought.