... Running her fingers along his chin, she kissed him gently on the corner of his mouth. “I love you.”
“That’s something, I suppose,” he replied, “considering how popular you are.” At her questioning look, he added, “Captain Kirk is quite taken with you. And you being married didn’t seem to curb his enthusiasm. Should I be worried?”
“Not at all, my love; Starship captains hold no attraction for me. Now, the ship’s engineer, on the other hand…” Sitting back on her calves, her eyes sparkling with laughter, she said, “I have to be honest with you, darling. If Mr. Scott gives me even the slightest encouragement, I’m his!”
“Is that right?” A smile tugged at Methos’ lips.
“I’m afraid so,” she replied solemnly.
The Memory of This
... “No, I’ll do that,” he said softly, his voice full of empathy. Now he stood right in front of her, his hands coming to rest against her arms. “How are you doing, Annabeth?”
Shaking her head sharply, she shivered in his gentle grasp.
“Annabeth,” he prompted.
“Other than my insides feeling like a cocktail stirred with a reebar swizzle stick, I’m just dandy!” she snapped, instantly feeling remorse for her harshness. “I’m sorry—“
He shushed her. “Shhh, it’s okay.” His hand slipped down to her wrist, feeling her pulse.”
“Isn’t that a little pointless, considering?” she asked with a quirk of her brow.
“Not at all actually,” he replied with a grin. “How much of that blood you’re covered in is yours?”
She looked down at herself ruefully, then back up at him. “Probably the majority of it,” she admitted.
“Reebar swizzle sticks not withstanding, massive blood loss takes the longest to recover from for one of us. Any dizziness?” His lips twisted with grim amusement as she nodded. “You need to be careful. If you faint, I won’t be able to keep my minions from swooping down on you.”
“Oh yes, one in particular. Ferreting out gossip and secrets is her specialty, even over surgery.”
Laughing despite herself, she told him, “I’ll be careful.”
Nowhere Warm (sequel to Shattered)
... "But she is a brilliant pianist," Methos countered.
Triona snorted. “Big whoop! It’s not like she’s cured cancer, or perfected nuclear fusion. Get back to me when she’s done something useful!” Methos looked more than a little scandalized at her retort. “Fine! So tell me, what would you rather do without? Running hot water or Mozart? Electricity or Shakespeare? Refrigeration or Dickens? Well?”
She didn’t wait for an answer, turning away and stalking from the kitchen. Her voice floated back into the kitchen, “There is no way in hell that self-absorbed brat is going to live in my house!”
Forget the World
... “That’s my girl!” Methos grinned cheekily at his ex-wife. Then he said to Addison, “And just make a note, Addy my love, that if Derek breaks your heart, I’m always here for you.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively causing Addison to start giggling again.
“Hey! Get in line. I have dibs on her, thank you very much. Don’t forget our secret passion.” Emily put her arm around Addison’s shoulder.
“Come on you two! No need to fight over me.”
“I agree – after all, I have a very large bed back at my place. Plenty of room for all three of us,” he said, leering a little at the two redheads.
“Okay!” Addison stood up. “Not that isn’t the best offer I’ve had in a very long time, but I think on that note, it’s time for me to go!”
Emily hugged her friend, seeing her out. She returned to the sitting room, leaning against the doorframe. “And she thought you were kidding.”
Methos looked at her innocently. “And you think I wasn’t?”
Emily snorted, moving farther into the room. “I’ve seen your collection of ‘porn through the ages’, remember?”
“Erotica, love, erotica,” he corrected in lofty tone before pouring more scotch into his glass, grinning unrepentantly.
I Remember You Not Fondly
... “What were you dreaming about?” he asked.
Triona had come to on a bed in one of the empty cabins to find her tormenter sitting in a chair watching her. Now she sat against the wall, her knees drawn up on the edge of the bed.
Clenching a fist into the cover, she shook her head. “I don’t remember,” she lied.
“You called out for him, you know,” he said, slightly mocking. “I wonder how he’s faring in my place? Kronos no doubt will find it entertaining, and Triona, well… she’d as soon kill him as anything just for the sin of having my face.”
Kronos was alive in his reality? That was something she hadn’t been prepared for, and her fear for Methos ratcheted up at the revelation. Despite her best efforts, something of her distress must have shown. “Oh, yes, he’s quite alive. I must say I was surprised to discover he hadn’t made it past the twentieth century here. I’m sure there must be a story behind it, a story you can share with me later.”
She didn’t reply, just stared past his shoulder at the wall behind. He stood up, towering over her perch on the bed. “Still being stubborn, I see. We’ll have to discuss that later as well.” Swallowing at the threat, she clenched the blanket in her fist even tighter. “But for now,” he continued, “you reek of burnt flesh -- not a pleasing scent at all. Clean yourself up,” he ordered, taking her arm, pulling her off the bed and propelling her towards the bathroom. “When you’re fit again for civilized company, we’ll continue our discussion.” For a moment his hand lingered at her waist, his fingers brushing up across her ribs and she suppressed a shudder at the touch. “And then we’ll see if you can be more biddable.”
Fluffy Summer Serial
...Methos poured more scotch into their mugs. “I will admit that being here on this new planet almost makes me feel young myself. Four moons, new stars, a red sun – bloody amazing.”
“I remember seeing the first moon landing on TV. But I never thought it would lead to here two hundred years later; founding a new colony on another planet, starting a new life.” He threw another piece of wood on the fire. "We've been here a week now, but I don't know if I'll ever get used to it."
Methos leaned back against his log, staring up at the stars. “I have sat in front of countless campfires and looked up at the night sky and wondered. And you know what? That hasn’t changed; even though I’m part of the stars now.”
“That was very profound,” Duncan proclaimed. “Must be the scotch.”
He tossed what looked like a pinecone at the Highlander. “A little respect, thank you!”