| Duncan MacLeod stood at his fridge, pulling out a beer for his friend. He grabbed a glass out of a cabinet in his new, open and airy kitchen. As he poured some orange juice for himself, he looked over the island at the living room and then to his right at the small dining area. He made a mental note to use his best dishes for his dinner guests.
�So, MacLeod,� began Methos as he dropped onto the Scot�s leather couch. He took a long pull of his beer, smiling slightly in appreciation before looking back up to his friend. �This is a good beer.� Duncan nodded and raised his own glass in a sort of salute. �So�who is this young woman who shall be sharing your new home?� asked Methos in a genuinely curious tone, but Duncan saw the sparkle in his eyes that betrayed his humor. The older immortal gestured to the large apartment around him. Duncan rolled his eyes. �Her name is Margaret, and she is a cousin I am particularly fond of.� As Methos continued to watch him in silent amusement, Duncan sighed and moved to sit in the chair across from his friend. �She�s twenty-three. She has dark hair, dark eyes, is attractive, intelligent and sweet.� Duncan glared over at his friend suddenly. �And you are to leave her alone.� With his best look of wide-eyed innocence, Methos put his hands in the air. �I never said I would do anything to the girl, MacLeod!� �Yeah, but you were thinking it. I could tell.� Duncan shook his head, chuckling softly. �Honestly, I wonder if you and Fitz would have gotten along after all. Sometimes, you can be so like him � all wine, women and dance.� Methos smiled, pleased Duncan had compared him to his greatest friend, but refused to say so out loud, preferring to keep the mood light. �Ah, but I never drink�wine,� he said, smirking at his own Bela Lugosi impression. �Beer is the ambrosia I enjoy.� �A little too often, if you asked me,� Duncan laughed as he stood and went to his new kitchen. �Yes, but I didn�t,� Methos quipped. �No, you didn�t.� Duncan�s reply turned the conversation quiet, and he moved to make noise in the kitchen as he began working on what he hoped would be the best meal he�d made in years. |
| The Beginning |
| This story is original and was written by Juliet M. I do not own Duncan, Methos or anything related to Highlander. I am only writing these stories for my own enjoyment. Margaret MacLeod, however, is my own original character. |