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I ran across this on norsekink (which is odd as it is a highlander drabble) and just about died laughing. I just had to put it here for your amusement.
By-Anon
Methos stares at the little stick, the one he pissed on, and wonders how this is his life. Throughout his 5000 odd years of life he had precious few constants. 1.) He cannot die unless someone cuts off his head. 2.) No fighting on Holy Ground. 3.) Immortals do not have children.
Methos drags his gaze away from the damnable stick to stare at his stomach. He'd thought he'd caught some kind of flu, but he didn't have a fever or any other symptoms aside from odd hungers and difficulty sleeping. It was the paunch developing that worried him, and a whisper of fancy that caused him to break down and buy the pregnancy kit.
And, Methos thought with horror, everyone DID wonder were Immortals came from. Good Lord, if the men were in fact the bearers... how embarrassing... no wonder they were all foundlings...
By-Anon
Methos stares at the little stick, the one he pissed on, and wonders how this is his life. Throughout his 5000 odd years of life he had precious few constants. 1.) He cannot die unless someone cuts off his head. 2.) No fighting on Holy Ground. 3.) Immortals do not have children.
Methos drags his gaze away from the damnable stick to stare at his stomach. He'd thought he'd caught some kind of flu, but he didn't have a fever or any other symptoms aside from odd hungers and difficulty sleeping. It was the paunch developing that worried him, and a whisper of fancy that caused him to break down and buy the pregnancy kit.
And, Methos thought with horror, everyone DID wonder were Immortals came from. Good Lord, if the men were in fact the bearers... how embarrassing... no wonder they were all foundlings...