I warned you.

Fandom: Highlander

Size: 152 words! Even for a "snippet" that seems pretty short.

Pedigree: Originally written 6/97.

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Of Tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love
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__To Earthward__
Robert Frost

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Insert usual disclaimer here. No one is mine, they've all been claimed by TPTB, and I have no business writing about them at all, except that it's OK because I'm not making any money from this.

WARNING: Story contains....nothing.

Timeline: Set after Messenger

Guilt: All mine. AnneZo

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Methos could see the untroubled acceptance in MacLeod's eyes. The look promised no regrets, no recriminations. He didn't trust it and he regretted giving in to the impulse to follow him here.

There was still too much unsaid between them, too much that MacLeod didn't know about Immortality and the things a man would do in 5000 years.

"Four hundred years is not a long time, Highlander," he warned. "Not when you compare it to a few thousand years."

Duncan frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing." He shook his head slightly. "I just wanted to make certain you remembered that."

"I'll remember it."

"See that you do." His arms tightened around the other man's waist. Whatever the future brought, nothing would change what happened next. He would enjoy this time while the sun was shining and his lover smiled upon him, ignoring the shadows he knew were gathering in the distance.

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The End