Here are some of my favourite Highlander stories.
Click on the author's name for a link to where the stories can be found on the net.

Warning: Descriptions may contain spoilers.

Stories marked with     are highly recommended.

I'm happy to supply a copy of any story that has no link supplied - by email on request.

These recs are sorted alphabetically by author name, then story title.

ALEXANDRA: "Cruising."
Duncan invites Methos to go on a special luxury cruise with him.

"What about Amanda?"

MacLeod shrugged. "Haven't heard from her in ages." He didn't feel like mentioning the small fact that he had booked the trip nearly a year ago, as soon as it was announced, in the hope that Amanda would join him. She'd been around then, and was interested, but she flitted off again months ago and all his efforts to contact her had failed.

Methos cast him a suspicious look. "How about Joe?"

"Too busy with the bar."


"Racing in some rally that week."

"One of the women in your little black book who you habitually ring up whenever Amanda is off on one of her jaunts, then?"

MacLeod shrugged again. "They're all busy." He realized his error as soon as the words were out.

"Right." Methos narrowed his eyes. "Just how many people did you ask before you got to the bottom of the barrel and scraped up my name?"

This story is full of Fanon!Methos but is a pleasant little romp.  There is one point when Methos does something that I think Mac would find hard to get over, but then, I have an extremely sensitive humiliation squick.

ALEXANDRA: "Not Fade Away."
After Duncan kills Byron, Methos gets drunk.

Methos rarely got drunk. He viewed it as a hazard, especially if done in public, the mere act of getting home safely afterwards a risk not to be undertaken lightly. Drunkenness made an immortal vulnerable, and vulnerable immortals often wound up dead immortals.

This is a very melancholy, poignant story about what it means to be 5000 years old in an world of ephemeral memory.  Excellent, slow, realistic portrayal of angst and love.

ALEXANDRA:"Parallel World Series (Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5)."
AU.  Joe has a problem and asks Duncan for help.

Dawson walked beside him out of the airport, cane tapping loudly on the tiled surface. "It's Watcher business, Mac. Only this time, I need your help."

MacLeod cast him a puzzled look. "What's up?"

Dawson paused to rest a moment. He gave MacLeod a steady look. "I think an immortal has infiltrated the Watchers."

This is an interesting AU scenario - I just feel it could have been developed a little more and some of Methos' reaction seem to me to be completely out of character.  However, it is an interesting look at our favourite characters and the way things might have been.

ALLISON, KAT: "The Kindest Mortals"
After Byron’s death, Joe gives Methos the talking to he deserves.

It had been, for so long, his calling and his consolation--the knife that severed him from his kind, and the solace for that wound--that even now, stood down from the field, he could not let go of the habit of decades. A bartender listens, in his mahogany confessional; a musician sits apart and performs. A Watcher watches, and does not interfere. He sat on the stage, at a remove, and watched.

Kat Allison is one of the best writers in fandom, in my opinion. Her fiction may not be to everyone's taste, as it tends to have a melancholy edge and couldn't really be described as light or sweetly romantic, but you can always depend on on her for great characterisation and intelligent, beautiful prose.   I'd recommend reading anything Kat Allison has written. She writes fiction that makes me envious of her talent - I only wish I could write anything as well as she can.

I'm not a really big fan of stories that don't end happily - but Kat Allison's stories are so well-written, so evocative, that I find myself coming back to them again and again, despite their innate bleakness.  And that's why they're highly recommended here: the writing, the writing, the writing.

I love this story for its brilliant characterisation of Joe Dawson, and psychologically it's very satisfying.  It's well-written - that really should go without saying! - and not as dark as most of Kat Allison's stories tend to be.

ALLISON, KAT: "Last Set Before Closing."
Years in the future, Joe is dying.

Joe's voice cut in. "You miss him."

"Well sure." The familiar phrases, a litany exchanged at each visit, each man reminding the other of connections not quite lost. "You miss him too."

"Yeah." Joe was motionless, one hand clutching the armrest of his chair, the other buried in his blanket. "I'll never see him again, will I."

That was not part of the routine. Mac looked up sharply, saw the dull glaze in the other man's eyes, the sag of his face. He fought back the urge to offer facile reassurances, and instead merely said, "I dunno, Joe. You might. Hard to say what's going to happen." He leaned over and put his hand gently over Joe's. "Stick around and see."

"Oh, I'll give it a little more time." Joe grimaced. "It may be last call, but I haven't finished my drink yet. I'll nurse it along a while."

This is a well-written story but  I guess I do have a problem with the characterisation of Methos - I think he would  find a way to visit Joe before he died, no matter what the risk.  Otherwise, this is a great story, despite the depressing subject matter.

ALLISON, KAT: "One For The Road."
Methos leaves his old life - and Duncan - as he hits the road to find a new one.

What a blissful relief it is, to be leaving behind the tangled snarl of old involvements, old personae that have worn thin, old roles that no longer convince either the audience or the actor. Alexander had it right--cut the knot--although he sure as hell doesn't deserve the credit for coming up with that bright idea.

I can remember the image that used to keep me going on a long day's march, that picture of the world rolling up behind me with every step I took. No turning back, because everything behind me had rolled up and disappeared. Rolled up like a scroll, with endless stories on it that I never needed to read again, a scroll I could tuck in a corner and forget. Or that I could simply stick in the fire.

One of my problems with Kat Allison's Highlander fiction is that I think she's pretty spot-on with her other characterisations, but my Methos isn't quite as selfish, bleak,  and cynical as the one she portrays in her stories.  I soothe myself by believing that Methos might not be an entirely reliable narrator - does anyone really understand their own motivations? - but this is still not anything close to what could be considered a romantic story.

ALLISON, KAT: "The Parting Glass."
Joe has been forcibly retired from the watcher organisation - and he's not happy.

Half hidden in the shadows, MacLeod stirred. He did not want to move, or to speak; it had been soothing, not pleasurable exactly, but painless, merely to sit, to watch the others, to let the conversation drift over his head and away. It was like being under a weight of clear water, watching those on land. But he could not stay safely, peacefully submerged; he was being pulled in, Joe was gazing at him with steady concern, calling him back. He looked over at Methos, who flicked a glance at him and away again, and bitterness shivered through him like a chill, stirring him to life.

This is a REALLY depressing story!  It's extremely well-written, naturally, but the Methos here is so cold - even if it's only a facade covering deeper feelings - that the story leaves me feeling rather empty and very sad for everybody involved.  I've always liked Methos as a character more than Duncan but I must say that I couldn't disagree more with the philosphy espoused by Methos in this story.  I guess that's why I'm not really entirely comfortable with Kat Allison's Methos - my Methos is a lot nicer.  But the writing keeps me coming back for more, time after time. as well as the fabulous characterisations of Joe and Duncan.

ALLISON, KAT: "September Song."
One summer evening, Methos walks through the streets of Paris and ends up on Duncan's boat, where they talk about the end of the world.

'Lethe,' Methos thought, staring down into blackness.  The name glimmered in his mind for a moment and then dropped away from him into the dark, the water closing over it in silence.  And then he could feel his other words following…languages, and places, and names, people he had known, people he had been… all of them, trickling away from him, drowning, lost.  The water, he could see, for all its stillness, was moving in its depths, swallowing them down.  Pulling him down, deeper and deeper.  The ebbing into death that he'd felt so often, heart's blood flowing slowly away, the heart itself emptying, slowing into stillness.  Silence, then, and darkness--and release, such a deep blessed relief, to let it all go, to feel all the weight of particularity, the tedious burden of who and what and when, float away from him.

This is one of my favourite Kat Allison Highlander stories - it's happier than most, to my mind, and the Methos is closer to the one I see when I watch the series.  The writing is a joy to read.

ALLISON, KAT: "Strata."
Duncan has tracked Methos down to the Grand Canyon.

I don't try to do it," Duncan said helplessly.  "It's not like I'm trying to make things difficult."

"I know."  Methos was still watching him.  "It's just who you are.  Just, being who you are--you don't let me be anyone but myself."  He paused.  "You never have.  Since the first day we met."

Duncan considered that for a long time before saying, "That's not something I can apologize for."

This is another story that has more hope in it than many of Kat Allison's other stories.  The Methos here is warmer, more approachable than some other versions and Duncan isn't as clingy or as needy.  Plus Kat Allison makes the Grand Canyon come alive for me.

Duncan and Methos have been having a sexual relationship - but Duncan tells him it's not working for him.

And so there came a night, a night when all the options and evasions and sublimations had been gone through, explored and canvassed and worn threadbare through too much use, and Duncan finally found no other avenue, nothing else for it except to take Methos to himself and to bed, to choke off the flow of sarcastic and pointed words at the source by putting his own two cents in, his own tongue in, his own body in; keeping them from tearing at each other verbally by upping the ante to actual flesh.

And it worked. For a while...

This is a very funny story and very hot.  I adore this take charge Methos and the way he turns the tables on Duncan.

BONE: "An Uncommon Want."
After Byron’s death, Methos waits for Duncan's return.

He could feel Methos inside, but it took longer than it should have for him to open the door. Unarmed, barely clothed, Methos looked like he'd been dragged through a bush backward, then dropped in a laundry bin. Tufts of hair stood up off his forehead, and his narrowed eyes were sleep-swollen. Taking up all the room in the doorway, Methos kept one hand at the sagging waistband of his navy blue sweatpants and leaned the other on the doorframe, managing to prop himself up and bar Duncan from entering in one simple gesture.

"Isn't it a bit early for another round of Fight-N-Fuck," Methos said, his voice still husky from sleep.

"I don't want to fight with you," Duncan said, taking in the casual splendor of a just-awake Methos.

"So you came to fuck," Methos stated, not moving an inch, and Duncan revised his opinion. Even half-asleep, Methos was sharper than a steak knife.

This is a very nice story, and includes a wonderful holiday atmosphere as the two travel throughout the US to find Cochrane.  Duncan and Methos spend a lazy time getting closer on the way and this Methos is one I can relate to easily.

BONE: "Bits And Pieces."   No link
CROSSOVER with The Sentinel.
Duncan visits cascade where Methos is teaching at Rainier with Blair.  He wants Methos to move to Seacouver to be with him but Methos is resisting the idea.

He sighed and tried to reason with Duncan again. “Come on, Mac, you have to admit Cascade is a good compromise.”

“I don’t want a compromise. I want you,” Duncan said, his lower lip set mutinously. He hesitated for a minute, then said quietly, “But even when I have you, somehow I don’t. The only time I feel like you’re all there is when we’re…” He paused. “I think you only show me bits and pieces of yourself.”

Methos glanced over at him again. “I thought you liked my bits and pieces,” he said, striving for lightness.

“It’s not a joke, Methos,” Duncan insisted.

A strained silence extended between them. No, it wasn’t a joke. Methos took his survival very seriously, and Duncan jeopardized that on so many levels. He’d drawn Methos out, forced a conscience on him, seduced him to feel again, tangled him in Duncan’s complicated life. And now he didn’t just want the bits and pieces—he wanted it all. But Methos wasn’t sure he still had it to give.

“What if that’s all I have to offer?” Methos asked.

This is an interesting stoyr and I like the characterisations of all four guys.  I like the way the conflict between Methos and Duncan is handled and the sex is pretty hot, too.   The Highlander storyline is the central one, with Blair and Jim acting more as yentas who help Methos and Duncan solve their dilemma - but that's okay with me.

BONE: "Interlunation."
After Bordeaux, Duncan and Methos fuck like bandits in a post-quickening frenzy of lust.

The silence that followed the singing of the sword was absolute, as if the world took a breath and held it. Each survivor had a moment to be still, to realize he was still standing, he was still whole, and another moment to see the other still standing, still whole, then the Quickenings began.

Had there ever been Quickenings as strong? Had men this old ever been lost so close together? Close in body, close in time. Close in life, close in death. The Quickenings started as fog, insidious and pervasive, blowing across Duncan's face, climbing up Methos' legs. They groaned in unison, each feeling that first erotic, defining moment when power stopped being a concept and started living in their bodies.

This story is full of sex but is also an interesting take on the ramifications of Bordeaux for Methos and Duncan's relationship.

BONE: "The Look."
Jim Ellison/Duncan MacLeod.
CROSSOVER with The Sentinel. Jim meets Duncan at Joe’s bar.

"Duncan MacLeod," he said.

"Jim Ellison," the stranger replied, putting a big warm hand inside Duncan's and giving it a firm shake. Not a ball-breaker, Duncan decided. Or at least he didn't feel a need to establish his masculinity with a bone-crushing handshake. Another sign of self-assurance, Duncan thought. Or disregard.

He looked down at their entwined hands. No, not disregard. He could practically feel currents leaping between them from their joined hands. He brought his eyes up to meet Jim's. Heat, where cold had been. Fire replacing ice. Whatever Duncan felt, the  not-a-stranger-anymore felt it, too.

Told from Duncan's first person POV, this fairly short story by the talented Bone shows the so-called PWP format at its best – the sex forwards the story and the characterisations with every line.  It may be short but this story packs a wonderfull punch and captures the essence of both men brilliantly.  I will read anything by Bone, who is another of my favourite authors.

BONE: "Look Again."
Jim Ellison/Duncan MacLeod.
CROSSOVER with The Sentinel. When Jim’s business in Seacouver is finished, he looks up Duncan again and takes him back to his hotel room.

When he brings it over, I ask him if he's Joe, and he looks a little surprised, but nods. I put out my hand and say, "I'm Jim Ellison. I'm a friend of Duncan's. I was hoping he'd be here tonight."

Yeah, I know; that's not too subtle, but frankly, subtle's not how I'm feeling right now.

Joe looks me over and I can't begin to guess what kind of first impression I'm making. At the very least I'm clean, shaved, and in a decent shirt and khakis. Then he does something weird. He looks over at a red-headed kid down the bar and raises one eyebrow. The kid looks at me, then gives a tiny shake of his head. What's up with that?

This sequel is just as good -if not better - than the original.  This one is told from Jim Ellison's first person POV.

BOYD: "Proof."    (Author is now known as KAI.)
Joe spies on Duncan and Methos to see if they are, as he suspects, lovers.

They must think I'm an idiot. Or perhaps just blind. I'm a Watcher, for chrissake. I watch, observe.

Did they really think I wouldn't notice? Their smoldering, then quickly averted glances. The discreet and lingering touches of sword-callused fingers over a shared glass of wine or bottle of beer. Their hastily, yet smoothly aborted automatic affectionate gestures. The way their bodies respond to one another, like the subtle response of a plant to sunlight, while listening to the blues from the front-row table I always reserve for them.

Believe me, I noticed.

BDSM.  An enjoyable romp, even though I don't believe the characterisation is spot on.

ELYNROSS: "Beautiful Friendship."
Duncan has a date but Methos deliberately turns up to sabotage it.

"I . . . I didn't want him to leave," he admitted. "I'm sorry, Rebecca, but . . . you don't understand. I've never seen him like he was tonight, I couldn't. . . ."

"I don't understand? Get a clue, MacLeod!  You say you weren't using me, but he was obviously jealous.  How long has this been going on?  Was I just some diversion from a lover's spat?  Were you just using me to make him jealous?"

"It's not like that! Believe me, Rebecca, he and I, we've . . . we're just friends." He said this last halfheartedly. Her words were too close to his own unspoken thoughts.

Rebecca laughed. "If all he wants to be is your friend, then I'm a Norwegian blond,"  she said bitingly. "That man was staking a claim, MacLeod."

This is a great story and I love the bratty Methos who spoils Duncan's date and the confused Methos afterwards.  It's not that often that you get to read a story that has Duncan  keeping Methos on the hop - so that was a bonus, too.

ELYNROSS: "Hope Chest."
Duncan gradually realises that something in his life is changing - but is he the only one who doesn't know what it is?

Mac woke slowly, drifting up through layers of repose like heat rising. As the fog of sleep lifted, he gradually became mindful of the weight of his body and the drowsy edges of his mind. For long moments he lay still, eyes closed, luxuriating in the warmth and comfort of his bed, realizing that he was in an obscenely good mood. He yawned and stretched, rolling over to enjoy the mid-morning light dancing across the ceiling, contemplating a day that was completely unplanned. As he lay there, he realized that he was smiling at nothing more than the feeling of lazy satisfaction that pervaded him, along with a slight sense of anticipation. He tried to stop the grin, feeling foolish, but he couldn't prevent the corners of his mouth from curling back up; he just felt too good.

Excellent, sweetly written story as Duncan realises that he is in love with Methos.

ELYNROSS: "Over The Edge."
Methos takes his lover, Duncan, out for the evening.

But things hadn't been quite as he had expected, and he didn't quite know how he'd ended up here, lying on a soft, red leather couch with Methos behind him, one of Methos' hands resting on Duncan's hip, the other curved above them. Duncan found himself very aware of the feel of the raw silk of Methos' shirt against the back of his neck as he moved, the rough weave of his own pants as Methos fondled his hip. He tried to figure out what to do with his hands and ended leaning up on one elbow, the other hand resting in front of him. There was the sensual sound of instrumental blues weaving through the room, low and lush. He couldn't quite pinpoint the source; it seemed to emanate from the walls, a throbbing, sultry rhythm that slid erotically through his body. The air was redolent of vanilla incense and the spicy scents of the cafe upstairs, the odors mingling with the melange of perfumes and aftershaves of the clientele, the combination heady and intoxicating.

BDSM.  This is a very sexy story, with it's elements of BDSM and public sex.

ELYNROSS: "Perchance To Dream."
After O'Rourke's death, Methos and Duncan finally clear the air about a lot of things.

Of all the things that had changed, sometimes he missed the absolute darkness of unelectrified night the most. The lights of Paris pierced through the mist, denying any possibility of imagining he was anywhere but the late twentieth century. It was the same with the smells. A lot of people complained about the smell of exhaust and factories, but in some ways Paris smelled cleaner now than it had in centuries; the odors just tended to be less natural. For himself, he wasn't sure there was much to choose between open sewers and car fumes.

This is a dialogue-heavy, extremely well done story from a third person Methos POV.  When re-reading my saved stories for this page, this is one of the stories that I liked better now, after 5 years of fandom, than I did as a newbie.

ELYNROSS: "The Tell-Tale Heart."
Methos returns determined to seduce Duncan - but Duncan keeps fobbing him off  until Methos' patience finally snaps.

"What the hell was that all about?" Mac's voice from behind him sounded jealous and angry.

Jealous, Mac? Or just protecting my honor? Methos turned and looked at him. "I didn't think we were that subtle, Mac. You must be out of practice."


"Yes?" Methos challenged. "But what?" He saw the look of stubborn confusion increase, the gorgeous lips pouting, the tiny lines between Mac's brows seeming permanently engraved. Put up or shut up time, Mac. No more games. It's your choice.

This story has the bonus of a Methos who tries to make Duncan jealous - and succeeds.

JOYFULGIRL42: "Things We Cannot Change"; "It Ties."; and      "Best Intentions."
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Clark/Lex; Methos/Duncan MacLeod.
CROSSOVER with Smallville. In the first story of this trilogy, "Things We Cannot Change", Lex finds out something about himself that changes everything. Clark finds out that Lex is gay - and that changes things, too.   In the sequels, the Kents find out about Lex and Clark, and Duncan and Methos finally get their act together.

"You know, you don't have to bring home every stray you find on the street, MacLeod." Adam chuckled, walking over to the refrigerator to deposit his beer.

Duncan looked annoyed. "What would you have me do? Just leave him out there to get killed?"

Lex had become fed up with the conversation almost immediately. "No, what you should do is bring him home, let him shower, feed him and then talk about him like he isn't in the room without explaining what the fuck is going on."

This is an interesting premise and I enjoyed watching my favourite Smallville couple get together in this first time story. There are some really nice moments in these stories: sometimes a phrase or section that will make me laugh, sometimes a schmoopy bit that will hit home, and sometimes a hot sex scene.  Unfortunately, you have to dig a bit to get to these nuggets as the writing generally is not spectacular.  There are some really basic writing flaws--telling not showing, clunky exposition in places, getting two hot characters to have sex just cos they look cute together and really having to twist the situation to make it happen, IMO, etc etc-- which any halfway decent beta could iron out in a second if given the chance.  However, despite this caveat, this is an enjoyable romp through both universes if you can leave your critical filter at the door, relax and go with the flow.

KILLASHANDRA: "Dead Weight."
After Joe's wedding, a drunken Duncan and Methos have a conversation about Methos' 68 wives and the fact that Duncan never married.

But he shook his head wordlessly, the dizziness it induced making him sway against me for a moment. His eyes were far away, staring into a memory. They shimmered for a moment, and I wondered if it were Tessa he mourned in that moment, or some other woman. Then he came back to me, apologetic for the lapse.

"M'sorry. Don't think I'm very good company tonight."

Excellent, sweetly written story.  This is really a set-up for the sequel, "Live Wire", but I love the drunken Duncan and the Methos who realises,while taking care of him, that he still loves his friend.

KILLASHANDRA: "Dead Weight 2: Live Wire."
In the sequel, Duncan wakes up the night after the wedding to a beautiful day.  Methos' actions make him realise something has changed and he realises he really is in love with Methos.

There's something about his buzz that isn't like anyone else's. It's subtle, not something I could describe. I've never asked Amanda if she feels it, never asked anyone. Sometimes, when I'm stressed, or afraid, or there are too many people around, I can't feel the difference at all.

But times like this morning, when it's quiet and I'm focused, or at peace... I know him. The feel of him. It's like... it's like what faith is like: a knowing you can't put into words.

I love the way this story deals with Duncan and Methos' day out - it's sweet and leisurely and fabulous.

KILLASHANDRA: "Gift Of The Raven."
After the Season 6 Finale, Methos is all set to leave for good.

"You're not really going to let him go, are you?"

He blinked. Then frowned, his brain too tired to work itself around into Amanda-logic. Was she still shaken from their collective close call tonight? He started to gently take her arm. "Sweetheart..."

"Are you?" She shook off his solicitous touch, searching his face. Her eyes widened. "I don't believe it, you really are." She took two steps toward the door, looking up the stairs as if somehow Methos would reappear there.

Exhausted past bearing, MacLeod's patience was fraying. "Amanda--the man's lived five thousand years, I certainly think he's capable of getting home by himself."

"Oh, Duncan, honey," she said kindly. "Don't you get it?" She came toward him, put her hand gently on his shoulder. "This is it. Last chance. Right now, tonight--this is it."

As always with Killashandra's writing, the emotional intensity is marvellous and the sex is scorching.

KILLASHANDRA: "Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark 1: Duet."
After Methos has taken Kristen's quickening, he feels the familiar lust overtake him and  begins to masturbate on Duncan's couch - but Duncan is awake and listening.

A faint shudder ran through the Highlander's body. His breath caught audibly, his hands closing reflexively on Methos' ribs. He lifted his head, and for the first time, Methos could make out his face in the almost-dark; for the first time, their eyes met.

Methos didn't know what silent secrets he told in that moment, what secrets he was given in trade, but the charge of that connection reached straight down through his center, burning away his languid passivity in a hot flare of hunger. He curled one hand against the back of MacLeod's neck. As if in silent accord, MacLeod was already moving, neck and shoulder muscles giving under the pressure of Methos' hand, willing mouth meeting his in hot, gentle welcome.

I love this story because it incorporates part of one of my favourite Highlander: The Series scenes: the paint on the nose incident <g>.  it's also got an incredibly hot sex scene with a very powerful, take-charge Duncan characterisation.

KILLASHANDRA: "Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark 2: Nocturne."
In the aftermath of Alexa's death and Cochrane's betrayal, Duncan is concerned for Methos and tries to look after him as a friend - because he wants so much more than that.

Duncan got up and made his way to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, watching the water fall against the tile and slowly start to steam, he tried to shake the melancholy that had settled over him with the morning sun. He felt oddly detached, the years weighing on him like gossamer veils of dust and age. Maybe it was seeing Cochrane after so long that made him feel the centuries so. Or maybe it was just that he had been spending too much time alone, forgetting to connect with his mortal friends as much as he should. He missed Tess, with a soul-deep longing that settled into his bones, and made his throat ache. Tessa had understood him like no one else, and sometimes he wished so badly that he could talk to her again he couldn't think about it too long, or it would overwhelm him.

This morning, he wanted to talk to her about Methos. About what he was getting himself into, playing with fire the way he was. About how to go slowly and not get either one of them burned.

This is a lovely slow story as Duncan's attempts to take care of a grief-stricken Methos.  There's no sex at all in this one, just conversation, sundry meals, a little crying and some chaste hugs.  And evocative, fabulous writing.

KILLASHANDRA: "Sanctuary."
After Connor's death, Duncan comes to see Methos, who comforts him first with words and affection, then with love and sex.

Methos, too, found sleep eluding him. The sense of failure was wholly illogical, but he couldn't help the feeling that there was something else he might have said or done to reach him. He wasn't surprised when he heard a door open at the end of the hallway, the pad of near-silent footsteps passing his door.

He lay awake, listening, for a long time, and for a long time he heard nothing. He found himself imagining Duncan moving through the house, down long corridors and in and out of tall-ceilinged rooms, restless, searching for something he couldn't name and Methos couldn't offer him.

VERY sweet and lovely.  Duncan is still greiving after Connor's death, still blaming himself, and this Methos is very caring and gives Duncan what he needs.  I love this story and re-read it frequently.

TORCH: "China."
Methos and Mulder meet while Mulder is investigating some strange happenings in a small town called China.

Your friend," Mulder said, hesitantly, "she died?"

"She died." For the first time in too long, Methos let himself think fully of Alexa, let her walk in his thoughts again as easily as she'd walked into his heart. She had shed fear like an ill-fitting skin in their brief time together. She'd died, but they had been happy. He wondered if Mulder and his partner were happy.

"It doesn't seem like enough," Mulder said, breaking into his thoughts.

"'Six feet and seventy years,'" a twisted smile, "'to see the light.'"

This is a long, plotty X-File story that has the Mulder/Methos relationship as a counterpoint to the investigation - and is extremely well done.

TORCH: "Something Wicked."
Methos and Krycek meet and have a one-night stand in Italy.

The room they finally ended up in was large and square, with a high ceiling and tall windows half hidden by dusty velvet draperies. There were only two pieces of furniture: a low table and an enormous four-poster bed. Adam let go of Alex' hand and stepped forward, there was the sound of a match being scratchily lit and then sudden, warm light as the candles in the elaborate candelaber on the table flared into life.

Adam turned around, and they looked at each other thoughtfully. At least, Alex felt thoughtful. He was alone in a huge empty house with this man, this stranger... this oh so perfect stranger who looked like a grad student, kissed like an angel and moved like an assassin. He'd be a fool not to be afraid. He wasn't afraid. Alex grinned, and Adam raised an eyebrow. "I don't even feel cautious," he said and walked up to Adam, touching his fingertips to the other man's cheek, stroking his face, the line of his jaw, his throat. "If you're going to kill me, don't do it till afterwards. I want you."

This is the best type of PWP - a one night stand that reveals so much about the characters and their story.  Lovely.

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