Methos, Duncan MacLeod, Amanda and Joe, blah,blah, blah all legal
belong to someone else with more money, more lawyers and more
time to pursue this than me, especially as this is purely to exercise
my imagination and hopefully entertain you.
The characters Adriane Grant and Stone McGregor are used here
at their consent - I have been told to state that neither belong
to anyone else (except perhaps if Methos wants to possess Adriane
she says that’s just <fine> by her! *l*). Enjoy!
Thanks to Stone, Mac, Kelly and Missa for beta-reading this for
me - you girls are great!
Please direct any comments to the author (tori) or Adriane.
Reunion © 1998
Adam Pierson’s Appartment, Paris, France.
August 18th, 8.33pm
Adam wandered across his kitchen, a bottle of white wine clutched
in one hand and a cork screw in the other as he struggled with
a stubborn cork. Cursing under his breath he slammed the bottle
onto the worktop, still unsure of what to cook. Resisting the
urge to grab his sword and simply solve the problem by loping
off the top of the bottle he suddenly became preturnaturally still
as the sensation of another Immortal nearby washed over and through
him. Leaving the rebellious bottle of wine on the side to sulk
he raced across the room to sweep his sword out of it’s hiding
place and leaped noiselessly into a small alcove by the front
door, just as someone pounded on the panel.
“Adam? Open the door, Adam .. I know you’re there. C’mon you old
bastard, open this bloody door!”
Adam slumped in relief at the voice, a brief memory surging to
the forefront of Amanda pounding on his door during the early
hours of the morning. This too was a woman’s voice, younger in
sound and angry to boot. Smiling in amusement he wrenched open
the door, pressing his blade to his unexpected visitors throat.
Adriane blinked up at him owlishly as she felt the metal touch
the smooth, vulnerable skin of her throat. Her golden eyes calmly
held his gaze as she looked up at him.
“Now that’s no way to treat an old friend.” Pushing the sword
impatiently away she stomped into his apartment without being
invited and sprawled bonelessly on the couch. Adam stared after
her for a moment before finding the presence of mind to close
the front door and follow her into the lounge area.
Just in time to see her swear softly to herself, frowning as she
fidgeted slightly before lifting her hips to allow her hand access
to the inside of her overcoat. Leaping slightly out of the way,
he grinned as she threw her sword on to the floor carelessly.
“Nice to see you too Adriane. It’s been .... what? Eighty years?
And now I can’t get rid of you!” He smiled as he slumped on the
opposite coach, his smile turning to a grin as she hooked her
leg over the arm of the chair, squirming to arrange her limbs
in a more comfortable position.
She nodded, satisfied at last. “Yep, something like that.” She
frowned, her gaze going to the bottle of wine on the kitchen worktop.
“What does a girl have to do to get a drink around here, die of
thirst?”
Strugging to refrain from laughing he rose gracefully to his feet,
retrieving the bottle and the cork screw before dropping them
unceremoniously in her lap.
“Help yourself, sweetheart.” She glared, not appreciating the
tone or the pet name.
“Having trouble opening it, Adam?” She asked sweetly, noting the
mangled cork. Taking hold of the cork screw she professionally
applied it to the cork, unhurriedly removing it and wiped the
neck clean of any remnants left by Adam’s failed attempts. “Don’t
you just hate it when that happens?” She smirked. He smiled sarcastically
at her remark, snatching the bottle from her small hands and whisking
it away to the kitchen to pour into two oversized wine glasses.
“So, what do you want Adriane. More driving lessons?” He handed
her a glass before taking a seat next to her.
“Nothing in particular.” She shrugged. “I was bored, and in the
neighbourhood. Thought I’d just ... drop in and see ya.” She grinned.
“Nice to see your taste in wine hasn’t improved.”
Laughing he retorted, “You know I’m a beer drinker usually. You
still hung over from the last time we got together?”
“Still drunk!” Together they chuckled at mutual memories. “Hey,
do you remember that time in Londinium at the High King’s Coronation?”
Adam snickered. “Wasn’t that the party we got thrown out of?”
“Naah, that was in Gaul a few years later - the one Stone was
at.” Giggling, she held her glass out toasting their memories.
Smiling Adam allowed his glass to briefly touch hers with a clink
ringing out in the sudden silence as they reminisced.
“A few years? Adriane, it was centuries later!”
She stared at him for a moment, and then shrugged. “I knew that.”
She lied, grinning. Silence reigned for a moment as both battled
not to laugh.
“And do you remember that time ....” Giving in the two collapsed
in fits, rolling around the room at their own amusement.
I'll leave the rest of the story to your imaginations ... for now *laugh*
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