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Part 2
Title: Never Ever
Characters: Methos, Duncan, Amanda, Richie, Joe.
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Warning/Rating: PG-13, mentions slash, het and femslash relationships lots of drinking (just as well their livers regenerate)
Summary: Joe wants answers, Richie wants to see the others drunk, Duncan and Amanda want to have fun, and Methos just wants free drinks. They play 'Never have I ever' the last to pass out wins.
Author’s Notes: Once again Methos has taken over my story but you'll be happy to know the other character occasionally get a word in edgeways. On a side note this is actually based in the same universe as Methos' secrets, although they are both completely seperate fics you can see the occasional hint here.
Previous part is available here
Richie blinked in confusion, suddenly thrown back into the conversation from which he had been excluded as the older immortals reminisced. He smiled as he thought of a good question. “Er - never have I ever dressed as a woman.” He and Joe laughed happily as the three older immortals drank.
“Hey, it was Shakespeare. I’ll have you know I was a great Kate.” Duncan crossed his arms pretending to be miffed.
“That’s not what your chronicle says. According to your watcher, you wanted Kate to be nicer,” Joe pointed out with a grin.
Methos laughed happily. “Ahh the theatre, the stage, the crowds. An actor must play his part.” He mused leaving his friends to draw their own conclusions.
Joe groaned at the evasion but that was probably all he would get out of the old man. So he took his turn trying to think of another hole in the watchers chronicles he wanted to fill, whilst he was still sober enough to get round the old man.
“Never ever have I been worshipped as a God.”
Methos happily drained his glass meeting Macleod’s frown with a grin. “You try telling a bunch of superstitious peasants that you are not a God after they witness a quickening. You won’t make that mistake twice.”
“It probably suited you to be pampered, too.” Amanda grinned.
“Well yes, though it wasn’t always a good thing. Some of the old rites were rather unpleasant to be involved in,” Methos added.
“Were you anyone we would recognise?” Joe asked.
“Hmm.. Yes probably.”
“Well, are you going to tell us?” Richie asked impatiently.
“What would be the fun in that? Duncan it’s your turn.”
“You are really smug and annoying you know?” Duncan said
“That’s part of my charm.”
“Charm, that’s what they’re calling it now a days is it? All right my turn. I have never been burnt at the stake.”
“Wow, you’re cheery today.” Methos quipped draining his glass and reaching to refill it. He shuddered. “I wouldn’t recommend it. It is not a pleasant way to die.”
Amanda smiled like a cat who has got the cream as her turn came again. "Well while we are trying to get Methos drunk.... hmm I have never been thrown out of a circus troop for inappropriate behaviour."
Methos shrugged and drained his drink.
"Geez man, how do you get thrown out of a circus troop for inappropriate behaviour?" Richie asked incredulously. “I’ve met them, and those guys will do anything.”
Amanda giggled. "Well first you sleep with the ring masters wife and then a month later his daughter. He was so angry I thought he might have a heart attack."
Methos smiled lazily leaning back, ignoring Macleod’s disapproving look. "My turn," he said with satisfaction.
"You know I get worried when he talks like that," Richie whispered loudly to Mac.
"Relax Richie you're not my target#, this time. Never ever have I called Duncan a sheep shagging overgrown moron with his brains in his balls."
Amanda shot Methos a dirty look and threw back another glass. "In my defence you were acting like a fool that day, Duncan. It was just after that little misunderstanding over Gina. Besides Methos has called you much worse." She smiled at Duncan and fluttered her eyelashes seductively. Mac glared at her unhappily just drunk enough to sulk in his corner.
From his seat Methos stretched cat like. "Your turn again Richie," he said sweetly.
Richie scowled. "You're pretty evil you know, old man."
"Wrong century, kid, these days I'm just misunderstood."
Richie frowned wondering what to ask. He had started this game with the hope of seeing Methos drunk which so far didn’t seem to be happening. “Never have I ever shot Mac in the back,” he said triumphantly
Methos drained his drink happily enough. “You should try it some day kid, it’s surprisingly satisfying.”
Duncan glared at him but wisely didn’t rise to the bait.
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After awhile the rounds started to blend into each other. As well as a long list of other careers, Methos revealed he used to be in British intelligence, and the KGB. At the same time. Duncan admitted to mistaking Connor for a ’lass,’ and Amanda shared unlikely tips on breaking into certain heavily guarded facilities. Richie frowned as he took another drink. It was getting harder to follow what was happening, but he thought that just maybe, Methos was now picking on him. Joe was fading in and out, but none of the older immortals seemed to be affected too much by the alcohol. What he needed was something to get them all to drink.
“Ha, never have I ever believed the world is flat.” Richie said in triumph and then stared in bemusement as only Amanda tipped back her glass.
Methos grinned sardonically. “You are obviously not very up on your history Richie. The ‘new world’ had been discovered over a century before Duncan was born.”
“I knew that,” Richie declared indignantly. “In fourteen hundred and something two, Columbus sailed the ocean. . .” He frowned trying to remember the last word. “Blue.”
“1492,” Methos reminded him promptly. “What are you teaching the boy Macleod? Besides the Earth was known to be round long before that. Certain rather dull Greek mathematicians spent most of their lives trying to calculate the circumference, and for the most part got it wrong. As for me, I’ve always known the Earth was round”
Methos happily ignored the questions from his friends following that startling comment.
Richie scowled unhappily but prodded Joe to wake up and take his turn
“What? Oh yes, never ever have I been a monk.”
Methos smiled and tipped back his glass “Monasteries are great places to take a break from the game, and it wasn’t so long ago that they were the best places if you wanted to read and study.” He frowned slightly “Although being a priest gave you more freedom to move around and interact with people.”
“Did that mean you had to swear off alcohol and sex?” Richie asked cackling. He was fairly sure he was drunk. He felt drunk.
“Alcohol, no. Some of the best alcohol of the time would come from monasteries, another bonus of that identity. Sex, yes, in theory. It wasn’t exactly rare for that rule to be… bent on occasion, but when necessary I have excellent self control. I’m not stuck in a 19 year old’s body. You should ask Macleod about sex in monasteries. He can tell you about his stay in Brother Paul‘s monastery.” Methos grinned at Richie before turning to Macleod.
“And you call me indiscrete,” Duncan muttered unhappily
“Come on Mac, we need to keep the old man drinking.” Richie prodded his mentor who looked unhappy to be poked in the side but took his turn.
“Well if we’re trying to get Methos drunk, I have never been married.”
Duncan stared surprised as Amanda drained her drink, too. “It was Manchester eighteen sixty something.” she said
“1867,” Methos supplied promptly.
“Well aren’t you an encyclopaedia of dates today. What do you do spend all day memorising other people‘s chronicles? Anyway it was a simple choice, I marry him, or he takes my head and really when he put it like that.” She gave a little half shrug leaning into Duncan before finishing with satisfaction, “I got a rather permanent divorce last year.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Duncan asked concerned, “I would have helped you.”
“Duncan darling, I handled it quite fine myself. Though he was rather upset at having spent thirty years in prison,” she said sliding her hand down Duncan’s arm to help calm him down. “I’ll tell you all about it later, or you could ask the old man over there as he seems to know all about it.” She threw a dirty look at Methos where he sat looking amused at her manipulation of Macleod.
Amanda smirked “It’s my turn again and I have never had hot sweaty sex with Juan Sanchez Vila-lobos Ramirez.” She laughed as Methos downed another glass
“Your loss Amanda,” Methos said happily “The man was magnificent and so very open to experimentation. Both of you would have liked him. I would thank Connor for avenging him, but he’s already insufferable enough. Besides, I thought you and Rebecca had a fling with him sometime in the 1490‘s.”
“Rebecca did. I wasn’t invited.” She pouted
Duncan and Methos laughed while Richie blinked at them confused, looking up from the glass at which he had been staring.
“Oh, poor Amanda, feeling left out. Don’t worry. I’m sure we can find someway to make up for it,” Methos mocked gently
“Hey, old people. Definitely, don‘t want to know.” Richie interrupted quickly, giggling and listing to one side. “Besides it’s your turn again old man.”
“You all right there Rich? You look almost as bad as Joe here,” Macleod asked as he leaned over to prop Richie up again
“I’m fine, just the old man.” He waved a hand towards Methos. “He’s picking on me. Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“Don’t worry kid. I’m not trying to do anything. You, my friend, are drunk.” Methos looked at him critically. “I’m thinking another two or maybe three glasses before you pass out.”
“I will not. See I’ll prove it.” Richie indignantly downed two glasses and poured another which he triumphantly swallowed. “See.”
“Oh, you’re right, of course. Nowhere near. Well, in that case never ever have I been a high school student.” Methos grinned nastily.
Richie swayed slightly tossing back another drink. “Itttss my turn now, right?”
“Yes Richie, it’s your turn.” Duncan said patiently
“Never ever I have…. I never have ever….. I have never.... worn pink with purple dot things.” He slumped forward in his seat.
“Four then. The boy’s more resilient than I thought.” Methos stretched slightly.
“Pull the other one old man,” Amanda said. “Well, I think we can skip Joe’s turn he seems to be asleep. So it‘s just us three then.”
Methos gave her a wide eyed Adam Pierson look of total innocence “So it is, imagine that.” He leaned forward pressing the stop button on the recorder.
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Joe started and stared blearily around the room as he jerked awake again. Richie was slumped on the floor counting the cracks in the wall. On the other side of the table Amanda was draped over Macleod giggling. Methos was slouched on the other side of Mac half smiling to himself amused.
“Four comes after three, Richie, not six,” Methos told the younger immortal indulgently.
Joe lifted his head, groaning as the pain reminded him that was ‘a bad idea’ “God, Adam are you sober?”
Methos smiled at him. “Oh, I wouldn’t drive yet, but Mac stopped being able to ask questions about 20 minutes ago. He was the last holdout. The stronger the quickening the faster you burn off poisons.” He stood and lifted Macleod by his arm. “Come on, highlander. Lets get drunk and drunker into a cab, and let Joe get some rest.” He leaned over to whisper to Joe, “I hope you got some good material for the Watcher’s there. Consider it a gift for the society I created.”
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Title: Never Ever
Characters: Methos, Duncan, Amanda, Richie, Joe.
Beta: thanks to
dswdianefor taking the time to beta. Any remaining mistakes are of course my own.Warning/Rating: PG-13, mentions slash, het and femslash relationships lots of drinking (just as well their livers regenerate)
Summary: Joe wants answers, Richie wants to see the others drunk, Duncan and Amanda want to have fun, and Methos just wants free drinks. They play 'Never have I ever' the last to pass out wins.
Author’s Notes: Once again Methos has taken over my story but you'll be happy to know the other character occasionally get a word in edgeways. On a side note this is actually based in the same universe as Methos' secrets, although they are both completely seperate fics you can see the occasional hint here.
Previous part is available here
Richie blinked in confusion, suddenly thrown back into the conversation from which he had been excluded as the older immortals reminisced. He smiled as he thought of a good question. “Er - never have I ever dressed as a woman.” He and Joe laughed happily as the three older immortals drank.
“Hey, it was Shakespeare. I’ll have you know I was a great Kate.” Duncan crossed his arms pretending to be miffed.
“That’s not what your chronicle says. According to your watcher, you wanted Kate to be nicer,” Joe pointed out with a grin.
Methos laughed happily. “Ahh the theatre, the stage, the crowds. An actor must play his part.” He mused leaving his friends to draw their own conclusions.
Joe groaned at the evasion but that was probably all he would get out of the old man. So he took his turn trying to think of another hole in the watchers chronicles he wanted to fill, whilst he was still sober enough to get round the old man.
“Never ever have I been worshipped as a God.”
Methos happily drained his glass meeting Macleod’s frown with a grin. “You try telling a bunch of superstitious peasants that you are not a God after they witness a quickening. You won’t make that mistake twice.”
“It probably suited you to be pampered, too.” Amanda grinned.
“Well yes, though it wasn’t always a good thing. Some of the old rites were rather unpleasant to be involved in,” Methos added.
“Were you anyone we would recognise?” Joe asked.
“Hmm.. Yes probably.”
“Well, are you going to tell us?” Richie asked impatiently.
“What would be the fun in that? Duncan it’s your turn.”
“You are really smug and annoying you know?” Duncan said
“That’s part of my charm.”
“Charm, that’s what they’re calling it now a days is it? All right my turn. I have never been burnt at the stake.”
“Wow, you’re cheery today.” Methos quipped draining his glass and reaching to refill it. He shuddered. “I wouldn’t recommend it. It is not a pleasant way to die.”
Amanda smiled like a cat who has got the cream as her turn came again. "Well while we are trying to get Methos drunk.... hmm I have never been thrown out of a circus troop for inappropriate behaviour."
Methos shrugged and drained his drink.
"Geez man, how do you get thrown out of a circus troop for inappropriate behaviour?" Richie asked incredulously. “I’ve met them, and those guys will do anything.”
Amanda giggled. "Well first you sleep with the ring masters wife and then a month later his daughter. He was so angry I thought he might have a heart attack."
Methos smiled lazily leaning back, ignoring Macleod’s disapproving look. "My turn," he said with satisfaction.
"You know I get worried when he talks like that," Richie whispered loudly to Mac.
"Relax Richie you're not my target#, this time. Never ever have I called Duncan a sheep shagging overgrown moron with his brains in his balls."
Amanda shot Methos a dirty look and threw back another glass. "In my defence you were acting like a fool that day, Duncan. It was just after that little misunderstanding over Gina. Besides Methos has called you much worse." She smiled at Duncan and fluttered her eyelashes seductively. Mac glared at her unhappily just drunk enough to sulk in his corner.
From his seat Methos stretched cat like. "Your turn again Richie," he said sweetly.
Richie scowled. "You're pretty evil you know, old man."
"Wrong century, kid, these days I'm just misunderstood."
Richie frowned wondering what to ask. He had started this game with the hope of seeing Methos drunk which so far didn’t seem to be happening. “Never have I ever shot Mac in the back,” he said triumphantly
Methos drained his drink happily enough. “You should try it some day kid, it’s surprisingly satisfying.”
Duncan glared at him but wisely didn’t rise to the bait.
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After awhile the rounds started to blend into each other. As well as a long list of other careers, Methos revealed he used to be in British intelligence, and the KGB. At the same time. Duncan admitted to mistaking Connor for a ’lass,’ and Amanda shared unlikely tips on breaking into certain heavily guarded facilities. Richie frowned as he took another drink. It was getting harder to follow what was happening, but he thought that just maybe, Methos was now picking on him. Joe was fading in and out, but none of the older immortals seemed to be affected too much by the alcohol. What he needed was something to get them all to drink.
“Ha, never have I ever believed the world is flat.” Richie said in triumph and then stared in bemusement as only Amanda tipped back her glass.
Methos grinned sardonically. “You are obviously not very up on your history Richie. The ‘new world’ had been discovered over a century before Duncan was born.”
“I knew that,” Richie declared indignantly. “In fourteen hundred and something two, Columbus sailed the ocean. . .” He frowned trying to remember the last word. “Blue.”
“1492,” Methos reminded him promptly. “What are you teaching the boy Macleod? Besides the Earth was known to be round long before that. Certain rather dull Greek mathematicians spent most of their lives trying to calculate the circumference, and for the most part got it wrong. As for me, I’ve always known the Earth was round”
Methos happily ignored the questions from his friends following that startling comment.
Richie scowled unhappily but prodded Joe to wake up and take his turn
“What? Oh yes, never ever have I been a monk.”
Methos smiled and tipped back his glass “Monasteries are great places to take a break from the game, and it wasn’t so long ago that they were the best places if you wanted to read and study.” He frowned slightly “Although being a priest gave you more freedom to move around and interact with people.”
“Did that mean you had to swear off alcohol and sex?” Richie asked cackling. He was fairly sure he was drunk. He felt drunk.
“Alcohol, no. Some of the best alcohol of the time would come from monasteries, another bonus of that identity. Sex, yes, in theory. It wasn’t exactly rare for that rule to be… bent on occasion, but when necessary I have excellent self control. I’m not stuck in a 19 year old’s body. You should ask Macleod about sex in monasteries. He can tell you about his stay in Brother Paul‘s monastery.” Methos grinned at Richie before turning to Macleod.
“And you call me indiscrete,” Duncan muttered unhappily
“Come on Mac, we need to keep the old man drinking.” Richie prodded his mentor who looked unhappy to be poked in the side but took his turn.
“Well if we’re trying to get Methos drunk, I have never been married.”
Duncan stared surprised as Amanda drained her drink, too. “It was Manchester eighteen sixty something.” she said
“1867,” Methos supplied promptly.
“Well aren’t you an encyclopaedia of dates today. What do you do spend all day memorising other people‘s chronicles? Anyway it was a simple choice, I marry him, or he takes my head and really when he put it like that.” She gave a little half shrug leaning into Duncan before finishing with satisfaction, “I got a rather permanent divorce last year.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Duncan asked concerned, “I would have helped you.”
“Duncan darling, I handled it quite fine myself. Though he was rather upset at having spent thirty years in prison,” she said sliding her hand down Duncan’s arm to help calm him down. “I’ll tell you all about it later, or you could ask the old man over there as he seems to know all about it.” She threw a dirty look at Methos where he sat looking amused at her manipulation of Macleod.
Amanda smirked “It’s my turn again and I have never had hot sweaty sex with Juan Sanchez Vila-lobos Ramirez.” She laughed as Methos downed another glass
“Your loss Amanda,” Methos said happily “The man was magnificent and so very open to experimentation. Both of you would have liked him. I would thank Connor for avenging him, but he’s already insufferable enough. Besides, I thought you and Rebecca had a fling with him sometime in the 1490‘s.”
“Rebecca did. I wasn’t invited.” She pouted
Duncan and Methos laughed while Richie blinked at them confused, looking up from the glass at which he had been staring.
“Oh, poor Amanda, feeling left out. Don’t worry. I’m sure we can find someway to make up for it,” Methos mocked gently
“Hey, old people. Definitely, don‘t want to know.” Richie interrupted quickly, giggling and listing to one side. “Besides it’s your turn again old man.”
“You all right there Rich? You look almost as bad as Joe here,” Macleod asked as he leaned over to prop Richie up again
“I’m fine, just the old man.” He waved a hand towards Methos. “He’s picking on me. Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“Don’t worry kid. I’m not trying to do anything. You, my friend, are drunk.” Methos looked at him critically. “I’m thinking another two or maybe three glasses before you pass out.”
“I will not. See I’ll prove it.” Richie indignantly downed two glasses and poured another which he triumphantly swallowed. “See.”
“Oh, you’re right, of course. Nowhere near. Well, in that case never ever have I been a high school student.” Methos grinned nastily.
Richie swayed slightly tossing back another drink. “Itttss my turn now, right?”
“Yes Richie, it’s your turn.” Duncan said patiently
“Never ever I have…. I never have ever….. I have never.... worn pink with purple dot things.” He slumped forward in his seat.
“Four then. The boy’s more resilient than I thought.” Methos stretched slightly.
“Pull the other one old man,” Amanda said. “Well, I think we can skip Joe’s turn he seems to be asleep. So it‘s just us three then.”
Methos gave her a wide eyed Adam Pierson look of total innocence “So it is, imagine that.” He leaned forward pressing the stop button on the recorder.
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Joe started and stared blearily around the room as he jerked awake again. Richie was slumped on the floor counting the cracks in the wall. On the other side of the table Amanda was draped over Macleod giggling. Methos was slouched on the other side of Mac half smiling to himself amused.
“Four comes after three, Richie, not six,” Methos told the younger immortal indulgently.
Joe lifted his head, groaning as the pain reminded him that was ‘a bad idea’ “God, Adam are you sober?”
Methos smiled at him. “Oh, I wouldn’t drive yet, but Mac stopped being able to ask questions about 20 minutes ago. He was the last holdout. The stronger the quickening the faster you burn off poisons.” He stood and lifted Macleod by his arm. “Come on, highlander. Lets get drunk and drunker into a cab, and let Joe get some rest.” He leaned over to whisper to Joe, “I hope you got some good material for the Watcher’s there. Consider it a gift for the society I created.”
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And you just know he skipped out afterwards before Joe can try to question him.
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Loved Methos' answers. Poor Duncan didnt' seem very happy. I think he would have gotten into the spirit of the game a bit more. Leave it to the older Immortals to save the best until Joe passed out though *g*.
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tormenttease Duncan whenever I write them both.Glad you enjoyed it, it was fun to write, even if it did take me nine months, one drink at a time.
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Or am i misremembering?
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Thanks!
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