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The characters of Methos, Richie Ryan, Connor MacLeod, and Duncan MacLeod belong to DPP. This fan fiction is for entertainment only; there is no profit involved.
k�lynn Dunkie? Dat you? Cum 2 play rowp swing wit me? doant twizt rowp, cuz i mite git sick... no sily boy, knot like fan at all. Connie tel u tru, spekter hirling knot a gud thing. >>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>> MacNairCDC Bwahaahaahaahaaa! Oh (wipes tears) k'lynn, you are a riot! Took me three tries through to figure out what you said, and it's still a riot! Don't swing her too high, boys! We just got the pool cleaned! >>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>> lynnannCDC �Wwwwhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! Hier! Hier!" "MacNair said not to swing her too high," Duncan cautioned his kinsman. "Those clan girls can be such worrywarts sometimes," Connor said, pushing k'lynn to dizzying heights. "Even if the pool was just cleaned, we still have time before the next POD parTay. They haven't even set a date yet." "We could lose her in the drain system if she falls in, didn't you see that post down there the other day? We'd never get her back." "Mor, moorrrrrr!!!!" the spectre wailed. "Well, there is that... k'lynn, we should stop now." Connor attempted to slow the wildly swinging spook, but got a sharp elbow in his ribs. "No stop!" she flailed at the two MacLeods. "Must swing hier!" Duncan pulled a stack of papers from his rucksack. "Frus, k'lynn. Just for you." "Doan nead frus, got youse!" she singsonged. Connor dug deep into Duncan's rucksack and pulled out... "Chocolate, my giddy spectre, just for you," and he glanced at Duncan and said softly "you were holding out on us, were you?" Duncan grinned and shrugged silently. "Nead choclate, but nead hier moorrr. Wwhhheeeeee!!!" "She'll come down when she's tired of it," Duncan said finally. "Dere here! Dere back!" and she flew off the swing and landed, flowing towards the gate of the CDC Compound. "Meetoes, Richie-babe. U bring?" "Right here, k'lynn, go easy on that ..." Before any of the immortals could stop her, or hardly blink, k'lynn went on a gleeful rampage, decorating the Compound with Silly String. "What was I thinking?" Methos wondered aloud. "It was your idea?" Duncan growled. "Then you are cleaning it up!" "Just what I need, job security. Come on Boy Wonder," he said to Richie. "It was your idea to buy three cans of the stuff." "Yeah, Old guy, blame it on the kid. I just hope she doesn't learn about the paint ball guns." They all froze in horror as k'lynn stopped in her tracks and turned towards them. "Paint bals?" >>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>> MacNairCDC Ka-POW, ka-POW! k'lynn, as they soonly discovered, was a dead shot with a paintball gun. In short order Connor was sporting a green forehead and Duncan a yellow crotch ... to his chagrin. "Couldn't you duck?!" yelled Methos. "I tried to jump over it!" he retorted. Ka-POW! Methos now owned a blue chest. >>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>> lynnannCDC "Just my color," Methos grinned ruefully, glad she-who-would-not-be-named-lest-her-very-name-would-conjure-her-up didn't know of his hiding place with the CDC. The mere sight of the color would probably send her over the edge and he would spend the next three months as a toad. Richie ran fast, but the sprite was faster. Blam! In the back of the head with a red paintball. At least it blended in with his hair...NOT! >>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>> MacNairCDC "Say-y, watch it!" yelped Sharz as she narrowly avoided the next shot. MacNair wasn't so lucky and sported an orange shoulder. "k'lynn!" she remonstrated, shaking one finger. "And you won't even help clean it!" "I hep. Lik bubbles!" chortled the sprite as she leveled the gun again. "DUCK!" shouted MacNair. Biff! Too late! lahoffy had been topped by a pink paintball! "E, gads! She'll whip out that halo next and we'll have colors and metal flying around here!" lamented MacNair. She was careful to stay hidden behind the patio trellis. >>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>> Janne ka-PING! Splort! MacNair suddenly discovered that her hiding place behind the trellis provided less cover than she had hoped. Now sporting a rather fetching purple splodge she looked around in time to spot the sniper on top of the garage taking aim again. "Ack! Look out guys..." Too late. ka-PING! Duncan was now modeling clothing in this seasons colours, with the new purple detail on the reverse of his trousers contrasting nicely with the yellow motif from the front. ka-PING! ka-PING! More purple splodges appeared in rapid succession on Richie's shirt and Methos' nose (it might seem like good marksmanship, but it's a big target...). Connor was so busy laughing at the outraged expression on the ROG's face that he forgot to take cover and became the next victim... ka-PING! ...ending up with a large purple mark on his stomach, much to the amusement of Sharz, Lahoffy and MacNair. "Uh, ladies" said Richie. "I think you should maybe move..." ka-PING "Yow!" ka-PING "Hey!" ka-PING "Ow!" "...out of the line of fire." he finished. "Never mind." On the roof, Ennaj went to reload again. "poo. out of ammo." She crawled to the edge to take a recce. Everywhere she looked, people were sporting new purple additions to their outfits. "my work here is done" she sighed in satisfaction, and went back to sunbathing, blithely ignoring the shouts and curses from below. >>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>> MacNairCDC The immortals paused and considered. Retribution was clearly in order. Connor fetched the hose. Methos checked the connection. Richie muscled the eight-foot ladder and was the anchorman holding the end. Duncan climbed to the top and braced his hip on the garage siding. Connor crimped the hose, twice, and fastened his hands about the blockage. Methos turned on the water ... full blast. The CDCers ran! Methos grinned, Rich stood by with a bucket of what looked like marbles. Connor grimaced as the pressure built ... and built ... and built ... the hose bulged in the weak spots and squirted frantically from the connection. ::::
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Duncan nodded from his perch on the ladder, one quick gesture at his clansman -- and Connor released the blockage. KA-BLOOOSH! "!~! EE-AAAAAAH!~!" shrieked Ennaj, blasted completely out of sunbathing mode and right to the edge of the roof. Her center of gravity was too far off to save herself and the half-tamed minx wisely leaped off the garage and landed in the pool with a mighty splash. When she surfaced, Rich was there -- and he tossed the entire bucket of paint balls at her. Every immortal in the compound whipped out a paint gun and opened fire on the floating balls, instantly coating the little vixen in a medley of bright colors! "Lookee there, Connor," chortled Duncan and he elbowed the man in question in the ribs. The elder Scot cursed him for spoiling his aim, but went right back to firing. "She looks like some of those tie-die clothes you were so fond of in the sixties!" "Heh, I didn't wear any tie-die." Connor didn't even look sideways from his target practice. "I think you smoked too much weed." Rich looked incredulously at both of them and Methos hooted in laughter. "I think the Love Beads in the bottom of that last box we packed sort of shoots that theory down, Connor." The older man laughed his staccato laugh, an admission of the truth. "But I wore a mean pair of bell bottoms!" "And just about the color of her, I bet!" Ennaj was SPOOKTACULAR~! >>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>>
Janne After a brief intense pause, a small and very irate looking rainbow heaved itself over the edge of the pool and stood up. The boys shifted and exchanged nervous glances. The rainbow wiped paint from its eyes, put its hands in its hips and *GLARED*. Connor backed away hurriedly. Methos muttered �Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time� and started looking for a place to hide. Richie decided to save time and simply hid behind Duncan, who had caught the full force of The Look and been pinned in place. �duncan? sweetie?� said the rainbow, in a very calm and reasonable (and hence very scary) tone of voice. �who�s idea was this?� �Uh�� gulped the brave Highland warrior and pointed. At Methos. Who shook his head rapidly in denial and pointed in turn at Richie. Who yelped in outrage, �Hey! I just held the ladder. You guys pointed the hose!� while gesturing toward Connor and Duncan. �i *see*� said the rainbow ominously, tapping a foot on the ground. �k�lynn? Would you be so kind as to join me in my office?� The sprite danced giggling merrily across the garden and into the garage, closely followed by the rainbow-striped Ennaj, who stalked into the garage and let the door swing close behind her with a thud. �This is not good,� said Connor. �No.� agreed Duncan. �Why did we all listen to Richie�s plan anyway?� �Well since it is all his fault, I think he should go and try and hear what the two hellraisers are planning for us!� chipped in Methos. �No way man! I�m not going anywhere near that garage!� �Oh yes you are! It was your idea and therefore your fault, so get.� Faced with the three determined older Immortals, Richie reluctantly gave in and edged gingerly over to the garage door. He knelt down with his ear to the lock and listened� BANG! The door flew open, slamming him into the side of the building. He dropped stunned to the ground as k�lynn shot past him, heading straight for Methos with a wild glint in her eye. �Oh shit!� yelled the ROG and ran for it with the yammering dragonet in hot pursuit. Duncan and Connor turned to watch the chase as the pair circled the garden at high speed, Methos just in the lead. �I bet you a bottle of Scotch she catches him� said Connor, momentarily distracted from their grave situation. �No bet.� replied Duncan �How�d Ennaj get her to chase him like that anyway?� �oh that was easy� said the twin in question. From right behind them. They froze in horror for a second then turned to find Ennaj (miraculously free from paint though smelling rather strongly of turpentine), watching the ongoing race interestedly. �OK, I�ll bite,� said Connor. �How?� �i told her that he had a large bar of her favorite chocolate down the back of his shirt� �That was really evil� choked Duncan. �well, *duh*! don�t you want to know what i�ve got planned for you two?� �Umm� not really� said Connor as they both started to back away, careful not to make any sudden moves. �oh, well. guess I�ll just have to show you then.� said Ennaj, drawing her hands from behind her back to reveal a super soaker. Realizing it was unlikely to be full of anything as harmless as water, the Highlanders tried to run. But they�d left it far too late� SQUUUUUIIIRT!!! SQUUUUIIIIRT!!! And there they stood, two proud Highland warriors, sparkling from head to foot in purple glitter mixed with fast drying glue! Ennaj grinned happily, stepped over Richie�s groaning body and back into the garage. She left a large bar of chocolate out by the door for k�lynn before slamming the door shut, safe now from all retaliation. >>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>> MacNairCDC There weren't any words. None. Duncan looked at Connor -- Connor looked back. They blinked; two sets of glittery eyelashes sweeping down, then up. Rich stared, slack-jawed. Even Methos skidded to a halt, gaping at the scene. For a moment, all was shocked stillness. "This purple," abruptly falsetto'd Connor. "Do you think it matches my shoes?" Duncan roared! "I think I'm suppose to have a purse to match it, aren�t I?" continued the elder man unabated. �I see that you match me�.� Duncan was on his knees, hysterically laughing. His hand left a glitter print beside the pool. "Does this mean ... like ... we're a couple?� continued Connor, somehow managing to look devilish while covered in purple glitter. "Like together?" "I don't THINK so!" retorted Duncan, and he jerked on the nearest pant leg and downed his kinsman on the cement -- then shoved him with one foot into the pool. A glittery trail marked Connor's path to the bottom. "You idiot!" He laughed a moment more, then dove in himself and followed the glittery trace down. There was a shoe left beside the pool: a glittered sneaker. A shirt bobbed to the top: glittered. A belt, which looked like a snake, was curled haphazardly at the bottom of the pool. Another shirt appeared at the surface: glittered. A pair of jeans: purple glittered. "Duncan's going to drown if he doesn't come up soon," announced lynnann. "You think Connor would let him drown?" asked lahoffy. Another pair of jeans appeared, glittered, at the surface. "I don't think he would," commented Sharz. "Duncan hates to die by drowning and Connor cares too much." A pair of white jockeys floated up: unglittered. Everyone knew they weren't Connor's. "They'd better watch it down there," observed Methos, peering at the two Scots. "They're covered with glue and might get 'stuck' in a compromising position with that breathing." "BWAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAAA!" resounded the CDCers in unison. "We've a couple of nude immortals in the pool," announced Sharz when she caught her breath. "Pull the plug." Ss-s-s-s-suck, swirly-swirly-swirly, gubble-gubble-gubble, bloipp! The pool was drained, leaving a haphazard field of discarded clothing and a wild array of paint smears on the floor. A ring of purple glitter adorned the water line. In the bottom; half bare skinned, partially glitter-faced, and laughing were the two Scots. "Throw down the ladder, so we can climb up!" called Duncan when he had recovered sufficiently. "OW!" Connor, peeling a steak of glitter-glue off the back of Duncan's neck, just flashed a smile. "You're going to be waxed the hard way, I suspect. I told you all this hair would get you in trouble! OW!" Duncan peeled a strip off Connor's exposed arm. "Good thing you were in a T shirt or you'd be losing your three chest hairs!" he cat-called. They were scrimmaging next--glitter and all--sliding like otters at the bottom of the pool. "I've seen jello wrestling, mud westling, grape wrestling, creamed corn wrestling in my day," Methos announced. "But this one beats them hands down." >>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>> MacNairCDC It's a good thing that they peeled out of those clothes in the pool, isn't it! I wonder if they realized that WE would be peeling off their clothing once the glue dried~! OUCH~!] Duncan wouldn't have any hair left on HIS chest, either! Bwahaahaa! >>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>> lynnannCDC Dying here, laughing!!! Yep, Methos with chocolate would certainly get k'lynn moving. And you wouldn't believe the discussion coworkers had last week about waxing. Good thing the boys heal fast, eh? >>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>> MacNairCDC -- ROFL! I can hear it now: Overheard from poolside ::: misc. quotes from unknown sources. "OUCH! Part of me was in that strip!" �No lightning, so you weren�t in there.� �It FEELS like I�m in there!� "Hold still, will you? If you'd just hold still!!!" "Faster! Faster! It doesn't hurt if you're fast!" "Glitter in your belly button? How did THAT happen?" "Boy, MacLeod, you're soft everywhere after that!" "You two would yelp if I slapped you with some aftershave ... it wouldn't even matter WHERE!" "No. Just leave it there. It'll wear off." >>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>><<<<<>>>>> lahoffyCDC-ROFLOLPIPACSPI BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHH *GASP* *wheeze* need air...laughing too hard to breathe... It'll wear off?!?!?! BWAHAHAHH!! Oooh, not too sure I wanna know where that particular glue patch is.... ~ Finis~ Oct 23, 2001
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