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~oo00oo~
Scene 1: Joe's bar.
Sometimes you forget that you're immortal, that there are people out there hunting you, wanting your head on a plate.
Your forgetfulness may last a minute, an hour, a day. Sometimes, if you are really lucky, it could last longer, and for a brief period of time you enjoy life without any worries or concerns.
Sometimes you forget that you were probably not meant to be sitting here next to him, that circumstances played in your favour and granted you this impossible dream.
Sometimes you forget that he has had many lovers, that he has lived many lives, that this is nothing new to him even if it is new to you.
You like to think that you were the first to map your name on his skin, the first to hear his gasps when you nibble just the tip of his cock and that your name is the only name he has ever called out loud.
Sometimes you forget that he is Methos and you are but a child.
And sometimes fate decides that forgetfulness is for fools.
~oo00oo~
Immortality has taught you one thing, mortals stay dead, so when Alexa Bond walks into Joe's bar, you choke and die.
When seconds later you gasp your first breath, signalling to all that you are alive, you choke again because the chicken wing is still caught in your throat and no one has bothered to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre.
Upon your forth time coming back to life, you save yourself by pressing your fist upon your chest cavity, thrusting up and finally dislocating that small chicken wing.
You're tired, your throat hurts and the left side of your face is sprinkled with hot sauce and you promise yourself that this is the last time you buy Buffalo wings.
You look over to your lover, ready to holler at him when you notice that he isn't looking at you; no, instead he is staring at her. She who should be dead.
You want to laugh but fear you will choke again.
~oo00oo~
Scene 2: Duncan's boathouse.
Three days.
She's been here for three days.
Eating your food.
Sleeping on your bed.
Using your hot water.
Wearing your robe.
Cuddling next to Methos.
You want her gone but you are smart enough to know that even if she were to leave the memory of her, of what she represents, would stay behind.
Alexa Bond is dead but her twin is not.
Elizabeth Bond, age twenty-six, alive and well, the spitting image of a girl long gone.
For the past five years Elizabeth has been searching for her sister, following the clues left behind from the postcards Alexa had once mail to her.
You wish her gone.
You wish you could take Methos in your arms and make him forget that there were others here before you. Others who had once laid claim to Methos's heart.
From above, on the deck, you can hear your lover's laughter. They were are looking over the photo albums of a European trip taken years ago in a beat-up old van.
How can you compete with perfection?
~oo00oo~
Scene 3: Cemetery
You don't hate her. You hardly knew her.
You have been here before; many times, in fact. Richie is buried just a few grave stones from here, next to Tessa.
You don't know what to tell the girl who still lays claim to Methos' heart.
How does one speak to the dead?
How does one explain...
"He's mine."
You leave because there really is nothing else to say.
~oo00oo~
Scene 4: Joe's bar
Joe tries to tempt you with chicken wings, the bastard, like you would forget, like you could erase from your mind the ghost of a girl and the love reflected in Methos's eyes.
"Hey." Arms from behind come to encircle you. "I've been looking all over for you."
"You have?" You've gone from being the center of attention to feeling like you were a fly on the wall.
"Hmm..." Methos just smiles as he reaches over to munch on a chicken wing.
Methos is alone, his fangirl nowhere in sight.
"Where's Elizabeth?"
"She's gone home," Methos informs you as he then reaches to steal your beer.
"And that's okay with you?" Where is the angst? Where is the 'I'm sorry Duncan, but I'm now in love with Elizabeth?'
"Well, Mac, she did have a family to go to."
"She did?" You kept thinking that she dropped from the heavens, put on this Earth to curse your immortal soul.
"Yeah, she told us about them. Don't you remember?" There is a teasing glint in his lover's eyes, a glint that refuses to go away even as he leaned toward the bar to order more beer.
Damn him.
"I had no idea," you confess. You have been so busy worrying about Methos's leaving you that you haven't really bothered to stay around and get to know Elizabeth.
"She just wanted to know about Alexa, what her last days were like," Methos explains, as if sensing your nervousness.
"I thought," you thought many things.
"She's not Alexa, you know," Methos reassures him, days after the facts. Days after the ghost of his past has come back to haunt them. "She would never be."
It is easier to lean into one another, to seek reassurance, to say things through touch that neither could say via words.
"There will never be another Alexa, just like there will never be another Duncan. Now, come on before Joe gives us the evil eye."
There is one thing you've learned about being Immortal: love, when found, last forever.