Date:         Fri, 17 Nov 1995 15:35:28 -0600
Reply-To:     Julia Kosatka <JKosatka@UH.EDU>
Sender:       Highlander TV show stories <HLFIC-L@PSUVM.PSU.EDU>
From:         Julia Kosatka <JKosatka@UH.EDU>
Subject:      Daybreak, 4/4 ADULT

      Duncan looked relieved.  Methos felt the same way, and it must have
shown on his face, because Guinan shook her head in amused exasperation.
      "For heaven's sake, did you really think I'd mind?"
      "Well, I..."  Duncan began, and then he smiled too.  "Honestly, I
didn't really think about it.  I just kinda... reacted."
      "Well, I don't, so stop acting like you just got caught with your hand
in the proverbial cookie jar."  She stepped forward and caught each of them
around the waist, pulling them close.  There was a moment of merging, as
she opened her Othersense and shared her delight, and theirs; then it was
gone, fading, and they just stood, entwined.
      "Is it safe yet?"  Richie asked from the doorway, looking wary.
      Duncan waved him in.  "Come on in, we don't bite."
      Richie, clearly not sure he was welcome, hesitated for a moment, then
took a step into the room just as Methos turned to Duncan, grinning.
      "Yes, you do."
      "What?"  Duncan asked.
      "Bite,"  Methos returned, grinning.
      Duncan looked at him, and grinned back.  "Well, just a little and you
weren't complaining before."
      Methos spread his hands.  "I'm not complaining now, just a statement
of fact."
      Richie, walking toward them stopped and looked from one to the
other, and they could almost see the light dawning.  A wash of color swept
his fair skin, and his gaze darted back and forth between them like a
spectator at a tennis match.  After a minute of rather stunned silence, he took
a deep breath, and with studied nonchalance attempted to affirm his
suspicions.
      "So you two... uh..."
      Duncan's broad grin got even broader.  "Uh-huh."
      Richie's face was a study in consternation.  He wore the expression
of a man whose world just expanded to include something he'd never
imagined.  As he gaped at them, Duncan nudged Methos with an elbow.
      "Methos?"  Mischief practically dripped from his voice.
      Methos turned to him.  "Yes, Duncan?"
      "Weren't you saying something about cradle robbing?"  The muscles
around Duncan's mouth fluttered as he tried manfully to keep from breaking
up.
      Methos turned his gaze to Richie again, his eyes narrowed,
speculatively.  "Hummmmm..."
      Richie took a step backward.  "Uh..." he looked to Guinan as if
pleading for intervention, and when none was forthcoming his gaze flew
around the room like a trapped bird looking for an escape  "Oh! I *just*
remembered!  Darn!  I was supposed to go see.. uh... Rachel and help her
with her... uh... with her horses.  Yeah, I promised I come by just as *soon*
as I got back so I'd, uh, I'd better be going now."  Backing toward the door,
Richie bumped into the wine rack, nearly overturning both it and himself.
      "But Richie, you just got back!"  Methos said sulkily as he watched
the younger man steady the rack.
      Duncan took a step toward him.  "Really!  We haven't seen *nearly*
enough of you yet."
      Richie stood their combined intensity for about three seconds, then he
bolted for the door as if the Borg had just invaded the kitchen.
      Duncan and Methos broke down completely, roaring with laughter as
Guinan looked from one to the other, shaking her head, though her
expression was more fond than furious.
      "You two are terrible, you know that?"  she said after a moment.
      "Yes,"  Duncan grinned cheekily,  "but you love us,"  he said, in the
tone of voice he usually reserved for dogs and small children.
      Guinan smiled back, reaching for Methos with one hand as she drew
Duncan close with the other.  "Yes, I do."


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