by A. Magiluna Stormwriter

Rating: PG13
Pairings: n/a
Category: drabble, humour
Date: 27 October 2003
Series: n/a
What Has Gone Before: n/a
Summary: it's a drabble, just read it...
Warnings: n/a
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Author's Notes: This story was written as part of a challenge over on Highlander 100 drabble community over on LiveJournal. This particular challenge had 10 screencaps from the series, which one had to write a scene based up, but said scene couldn't be based on the actual scene the screencap was from.

Methos with Duncan's sword at his throat

by A. Magiluna Stormwriter

The room was silent for a long tense moment.  Even Amanda was unnaturally quiet in the wake of what was happening before them.  No one had suspected something like this would ever happen.  Mac with a sword to Methos’ neck?  It was insanity of the highest sort.

I wanted nothing more than to record this for Mac’s Chronicle, but I didn’t dare move anymore than Methos…or anyone else in the room.  We really didn’t know that he wouldn’t turn on us next.

“Mac, please,”  Methos murmured, begged.

“Tell the truth, Methos,”  came the growled response.

“Okay, I farted.  Happy now?”