Less than two minutes into Comes a Horseman, and I’m already giggling (because Methos is adorkable). And also grinning evilly, because while I’ve forgotten some of the dialogue, I once had this episode and the one following it practically memorized.
The usual fun with music to show that they’re sensing another Immortal, and the look on Methos’s face is “oh shit”, and then there’s the dialogue, and he knows that Quickening, even if he doesn’t say so aloud.
“You expecting anyone?”
“Maybe it’s one of your fanclub.”
“Ok, there’s another way back. It’s a bit longer, but I prefer the view.”
“Yeah, send me a postcard.”
“You’re not coming?”
“No. I like to know who’s around.”
“Listen. I may not know who Chubby Checker is, but I know when it’s time to disappear.”
“Yeah.”
“Good luck.”
*facepalms* Don’t let him close like that, you twit, he deliberately designed his damned sword to catch others, and to be a nasty piece of business with close work even if it doesn’t function so well that close.
Also, Kronos, there are mortals around, don’t expect a clean fight. *sighs, and facepalms some more*
Someone dug him up, he did not dig his way out of that grave. And I’m pretty sure the Texas Rangers took care of all the mortals Kronos had in his little band, so they’re not in the equation. Which means someone else did the digging, who wasn’t present at the shootout/sword fight.
*cackles merrily, and rubs hands together*
(This makes it so much easier to insert any number of people into the role of “dig up Kronos because he ain’t dead yet”.)
No, no, MacLeod, you idiot, do not go chasing after the ancient
evil… er, raider. Nomad. Something.Cut for length, and because there will be plenty more reblogs to come.
“I don’t want a drink!”
“Then you won’t mind if I have one. Look, it’s not every day I almost take my friend’s head by mistake.” *pause* “Or she takes mine.”
Ok, not so long later. Stuff under the cut because length. Also, warnings for mention of rape, torture, and abuse.
*giggles quietly* Oh, Methos, you are an adorable snarky little shit.
“It’s been a long time. How you feeling?”
“Like I left my heart in San Francisco.”
“I didn’t know you had a heart. Does it hurt?”
“What do you think?!”
“Since you ask? I think you’re not used to pain, brother. What’s happened; you got soft?”
“I just passed through my angry adolescence a little quicker than you, Kronos.”
*facepalms* Yes, yes it is, Kronos. *shakes head, and pets the hilt of the Ivanhoe for reassurance*
“I shouldn’t be surprised your still alive. You were always the one I counted on. You weren’t the strongest, or the toughest. But you were the survivor. It’s what you do best.” *pauses for effect* “Or did.”
*resigned* “So you’ve come to kill me.”
*laughs* “It’s what I do best!”
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