Methos and Connor
by: Highlander II
Category: Angst, Drama, AU
Archive: Clan MacSlow; all others: not w/o my permission
Spoilers: Highlander: the Series and Highlander: Endgame - though it completely changes the entire plot for Endgame.
Rating: PG-13: for language and violent references.
Summary: Methos and Connor have a discussion.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Davis/Panzer and Rysher Entertainment
Feedback: Highlander II
"Connor, you can't do this." The old man walked around the
400 - year - old, high-backed chair, running his fingertips along the intricate
carvings. He had commissioned the making of the chair so long ago. There were
still indentations in the arms and back from a scuffle with an immortal who
would not take no for an answer. He studied these markings, losing focus on
anything but the chair. A loud, gutteral cough returned his attention to his
"And why not?" Connor MacLeod of the clan MacLeod raised his eyes,
without raising his head, his arms resting against his thighs.
"You've been around a long time, Connor." Hadn't he had this
conversation with Duncan? "We still need you."
"Duncan, Amanda, me. The good guys."
"What are you talking about? None of us needs anyone else. We do this
alone. There can be only one, remember?" His hands were quite animated, as
was his body; he now stood halfway across the room from his host.
Exasperated, the old man fell into his treasured chair, one leg draped,
casually, over the arm. "Right, there can be only one, that doesn't mean
you have to die today."
"I'm not going to die today. I'll do it tomorrow."
"Oh, that makes me feel much better." He rose from the chair and
approached Connor. "Why do you want to die? To save the world? Wouldn't it
be easier to do that while you're still alive?"
"Look, Methos, I don't care what you think you know, this is the only
"No. You're wrong."
"What would you suggest? Not that I'm going to take your advice, but you
can make suggestions."
"It's not that simple. This is a power beyond us. One of us alone cannot
eliminate this foe, but together we can."
"Wait a minute, you want me to take your head?" Methos shook his
head violently. "No. Connor, I will never kill you."
"We don't have a choice."
"No. Sorry. Can't. I can't kill my friends."
"You have before." Connor looked over his shoulder, knowing he had
struck a nerve.
"No. Different situation. Silas was part of a plot to destroy the human
race. He would have killed me given the chance. I just didn't give him the
chance." Methos returned to his chair.
"I'm sure we can arrange something." Connor lifted an expensive
vase from a cracked pedestal, molded into the form of a Doric column.
"Go ahead. It's just a vase."
Connor replaced the antique and turned to the old man. He had no more to say.
This force was too powerful for any to face alone, but if enough of them merged
together, maybe it would fall.
"Connor there are many other immortals we can take out to gain power and
"That may be, but Duncan has the skill and the only way for him to gain
both your power and mine is for you to kill me. He will surely come for you
"No. I won't kill you, and neither will he."
"One day he will have to. A force is coming. It will take more power
than the three of us together to defeat."
"I still need a good quickening."
Connor smirked. "There's some little pip-squeak chasing me around, and
I'd like a little energy before I take his head."
"So, who's it gonna be?" Methos knew he was not the target, but
knowing who was might be comforting.
"I was hoping you could help me with that."
"You want me to find you someone to kill?"
"Why not? There must be someone out there you want dead and haven't
gotten around to yet."
"I can't do that. I can't use the Watcher database to find you a
"Who said anything about the database? I just wanted to know if you had
any enemies you needed out of the way."
Adamantly, Methos rose from his chair. "No." He made a nervous
turn. "There is no way I'm going to help you die."
"I don't want you to help me die. I want you to help me live... for