Disclaimer:
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.
This story takes place the morning after a drunken beer party.
Duncan, looking well-worn, poured himself a glass of hair of the dog at the breakfast bar. Connor came sauntering into the room looking very pleased with himself … except something wasn’t quite right.
“Morning, Duncan. Feeling a bit under the weather?” Connor smirked.
Duncan’s sight began to clear from the previous night’s folly. “Connor, What happened to you? Your hair!”
Connor chuckled, “Well, after you and Rich passed out; the old man curled up with his thermostatically controlled beer dispenser.”
“AND?!”
“Well, the ladies and I were sitting around talking about the threesome, foursome, etc schedule.”
“AND?!”
“Well, someone had to stand up for us immortals and settle the debate about recuperative powers.”
“AND?!”
“I settled the debate.”
“All of them?!”
Connor walked away with a smirk on his face.
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Methos entered the room to find Duncan still standing behind the breakfast bar in shock.
“What’s got your kilt knotted today, MacLeod?”
“Connor had his way with the ladies.”
“And what, pray tell, is new about that?”
“All of them at once.”
“Really? Hmm, fifteen? I haven’t done that since…”
“Methos!”
“Jealous, MacLeod? It’s not our fault you didn’t have the good sense to die in your teens.”
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Rich entered the kitchen to find a befuddled Duncan slowly cleaning the kitchen counter in a circular fashion. Rich sat down and poured himself a glass of juice. He studied Duncan until finally his teacher acknowledged him. “Are you ok, Mac?”
“Fine, Rich, Just fine.”
“Good. I was worried being ‘past your prime’ might be getting you down.”
Rich ran from the room followed closely by the sponge Duncan was using.
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Connor glided down the staircase with the grace only a 500-year-old man could muster. His hair was repaired from its previous dishevelment and he wore his favorite pair of button-fly jeans, a soft blue shirt that only served to highlight his eyes, and, of course, the ever-present trench and tennies.
As he reached the landing, he tucked MacNair and lahoffy each under an arm. "Now, you two will be gentle with him, won't you?" he smirked.
lahoffy reached for her halo and MacNair smacked his shoulder in response just as Methos rounded the corner with Ennaj and k'lynn in tow. "Connor, you ready to take our little imps to the circus?" Upon catching sight of the two ladies he added, "And are you ladies ready for your own circus?"
k'lynn floated over to Connor and gently pulled at his hair. "Connie, whre youz clwn closths? Mez dress yous up pretie."
Connor leaned over the little imp and replied, "You dressed me up too well. You wouldn't want them to keep your Connie, would you?"
"Silly, Connie! Youz mine!"
The two men turned back to the clansibs. “Now, you girls have fun today.”
"We will! We thought we'd start with towel boy and work our way down the list."
Rich ran into the room, "Oh, he's ready! We’d better get out of here before he realizes we've punked him!"
MacNair leaned up to give Connor a kiss goodbye. "Thanks, dear."
Connor winked at her, "Anything to further Duncan's education."
Methos followed Connor out the door, "Not to mention: anything to teach him he doesn't know everything about women."
Just as the door closed, Duncan appeared complete with smudge, leather, and long hair.
haydencdc
July 23, 2003