A drabble inspired by an hour long fishing conversation that went on in the warehouse. Occasionally, my coworkers are good for something!


Gone Fishing

“Fishing? You fish?” Duncan MacLeod asked in disbelief.

“Yes, I like to fish,” Methos replied, sorting through his tackle box. “It’s very relaxing.” Then he paused for a moment. “Well, it is now. Not so much back in the day; running around naked in ice cold water with a pointed stick. That wasn’t relaxing at all.”

Rolling his eyes, Duncan said, “No, I’d imagine not.”

“But this? Oh yeah.” Methos was beaming.

Duncan pushed open the cooler lid with his foot, eyeing the dozens of beer bottles within, giving Methos a look. “And this?”

He handed Duncan a pole. “Bait.”

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There was actually a line I removed because I realized where certain people's minds would go [g] Pervy lot that you are. I figured the image of Methos running around naked in the water was stimulating enough!

I created a Halloween drabble challenge on my House fic list, and this was my submission

Ode To A Cane

My constant companion. I can’t bear to touch you, yet I’m unable not to. You witness all my moods, my victories, my failures. As much as I hate you, you are the one thing in my life that I can always count on. And yet, my fondest hope is that day when I can cast you aside. If that day comes… when that day comes, don’t take it personally when I consign you to the incinerator. It’s nothing personal. No, that’s a lie. But everyone lies, right? It is personal, very personal. Oh how I will love watching you burn.

A drabble from this week...

Simple Pleasures

Methos had always believed that simple pleasures were best.

A bottle of wine, a loaf of fresh bread. Sitting on the porch holding the hand of the one you loved as the long summer twilight lengthened into dark. Listening in companionable silence as the frogs and crickets began their night song. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the delicate scent of flowers, warmed by the sun, releasing their perfume into the dark. And the simplest pleasure of all: claiming the lips of your lover with your own, reminding them night was beginning, and the hours before morning were meant for pleasure.