Immortal History Lessons 25

Immortal History Lessons 25

Clear Frequency

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Duncan walked back in the room to find Methos and Sydney in a compromising, or near compromising position at least. They both looked happy, and Duncan was happy for them. But Alanna had just called, she was on her way home. That meant the soap opera had to be moved out of the loft.

So Duncan gave a very indiscreet cough from the doorway and almost grinned as the Old Man shut his eyes and visibly begged for patience.

"Yes, MacLeod?" Methos asked irritably.

"Just wanted to let you know that Alanna's coming over tonight, so you might want to book a hotel room." Duncan said, the grin finally breaking through.

"Oh!" Sydney said, suddenly deeply embarrassed. "Yeah, we should, uhm, go, Methos. Sugar honey, you stay here with the nice man until I sweet talk the landlord into letting me keep you. It might involve 3 figures, but I'll find a way I promise."

Sugar, comfortable on Duncan's bed, grinned.

"Appreciate the consideration, buddy." Methos growled a little, only making Duncan grin wider as the two made their way out.

Sydney walked along on Methos' s arm in a bit of a fog. She was trying to process just what had happened in Duncan's loft and she kept losing the plot.

"Penny for them." Methos said, walking in no particular direction until he figured out where he was welcome.

"The apartment's that way," Sydney pointed out, turning them toward it. "I'm just... I'm not quite clear on what happened back there, is all. One moment we were fighting and the next..."

"Yeah." Methos said, turning his feet to the familiar streets that led to Sydney's. "I don't actually think love is supposed to make sense." He said by way of explanation.

"I've read that somewhere a time or two. And given you've lived longer than me and this is a new experience for me I guess I'll have to bow to your expertise on the subject." She added, after a moment, "That isn't to say I like it not making sense, you understand, only that if it doesn't then I thank you for the insight."

Methos smiled. "Did I ever mention that you're extremely cute when you babble?"

"No, actually, you haven't," she replied. "I'm thinking we should get some take out, since I'm a lousy cook and besides I'm thinking I won't be in a mood to cook."

"Oh?" He asked curiously. "And what are you in the mood for? I'm flexible."

"I don't know. Indian? Something spicy."

"Mild spicy or liable to kill your taste buds spicy?" He defined.

"So spicy you're afraid to drink water."

Methos looked thoughtful. "We'll just have to find the nearest place that offers free tums with every order."

She laughed, then sobered. "I'm sorry about Paris."

Methos sighed and hugged her to his side as they walked. "You did nothing wrong in Paris. Blame it on a failure to communicate properly."

"That may be. We need to figure out how not to do that again," she pointed out.

"Talking usually helps." Methos suggested.

"So long as we're both telling the truth it does."

"That's usually part of it." He agreed with a strange look in his eyes.

"What?" she asked.

"What?" He parroted back.

"If you're thinking make-up sex then true. If you're thinking something else you'd better tell me."

Methos' lips twitched. "I actually like your idea just as well."

"I'm waiting to hear yours," she replied sweetly.

The tone she used raised a suspicious eyebrow. "I think talking is good, maybe just sitting still for a few hours and see if we annoy the hell out of each other on a normal day. That works too. But I still like your idea. Maybe we can mix and mesh." He said, smiling charmingly.

"Sitting around? Like fighting over the New York Review of Books every Sunday morning and playing paper/scissors/rock to see who gets stuck going to get the lattes at Starbucks? Fighting over the last chocolate muffin? Taking Sugar out in the snow? That kinda sitting around?"

Methos smiled. "Yeah, I haven't done that in a while."

"Do you want to? Could you?" she asked, her bottom lip trembled for just a moment.

He stopped and cupped her cheek, holding her gaze. "I've got time if you do."

"Trial period. Six months, with renewals to be negotiated."

"Deal."

"I better warn you then. I watch all Giants football games."

Methos made a face. "I can read during the sports. And I'm cleaning your apartment." He warned in kind.

"Wow, really? Good luck with the vampire dust bunnies."

He chuckled. "I'll take my chances."

His fingers combed through her hair thoughtfully, letting a few catch the light. "Are we all right?" He asked seriously.

"Yeah. Yeah. I think we are."

"Good." Methos said as his grip changed in her hair and his lips found hers.

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