The Parcel
By Carole
I'm sure people have noticed that Duncan doesn't exactly make many appearances on this page. Here's why.
Disclaimer : They aren't mine. Edward belongs to L. K. Hamilton. Methos and Duncan belongs to R:P/D. I'm just borrowing. I promise to return them in the morning. Of course, Duncan is a little worse for wear, but I'm sure you can fix him up again.
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"Noe! Carole, ye cannot doe this." Duncan's brogue became thicker as he became more agitated.
"Methos and I are destined to be together, ye can't give him to this, this, monster." He glanced warily in Edward's direction and forcibly calmed himself after noticing the deadly glint in the assassin's eye. "Killaria should never have leant you those books."
"What are you complaining about? Half the time she puts the two of you together. Just because I am attempting to be different. Why don't you go and pester someone else?"
"You're the one who always manages to ruin her Methos pairings too. Now, she keeps setting him up with vampires."
"I'm sorry to tell you this, Duncan, but I was originally going to set Methos up with a vampire in this universe. Edward came to me with a better idea."
"It's not much better. He's a killer, a monster, an assassin. My poor Methos is about to fall into his hands because of you," Duncan accused. Edward reached for his gun and placed it under Macleod's chin.
"Now, boys, come on, let's play nicely. Edward, put that down. Thank you."
Macleod's face was getting red and he reached under his coat for his katana. "That goes for you too, Macleod."
"I'm sure we can work this out. What if you and Methos were lovers, Duncan? Of course, he manages to vanish at the worst point in your life, but I'm afraid it's the best I can do."
Duncan began to protest. Edward's eyes were flinty. It was obvious he was thinking back to certain Highlander episodes and fic where Duncan hadn't exactly been that nice to the man in question. "Why don't we just ask Methos what he thinks of the situation?" he said quietly. A quiet Edward is a frightening Edward and Duncan quickly left the room, searching for the world's oldest man.
"Now, Edward, I really like the idea, but I can't let you kill Duncan permanently. Killaria won't let me."
Edward smiled. "She loves me. I'm sure she'll find it in her heart to forgive her favourite sociopath."
"Are you sure you're her favourite? There are so many serial killers, assassins and profilers lingering around her brain, I'm amazed she can keep them straight."
"The same could be said of yourself."
"That isn't the point. Besides, I'm not sure she'd forgive me. I think I've come up with a compromise. You can kill Duncan, just not permanently. He'll act like his usual self, which I know you can't stand, and gutting him in front of his friends is sure to make an impression."
As Methos and Duncan entered the room, Edward replied. "I'll let you know in the morning."
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"What the hell is that doing there?" A large package sat in the middle of the table, tied with a bright red ribbon. Beside it was a note.
'I think I've solved the problem we discussed. Here's a little token of my appreciation. -- Edward'
That's odd. Usually presents from Edward consisted of guns and knives. Wrapping them wasn't one of his specialities.
A tug on the ribbon quickly unravelled the bow and, after a bit of hunting for scissors, the parcel opened. Two glazed brown eyes stared up at nothing. *Oh my God! He killed Duncan!*
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And that is what happened to my Duncanmuse. For this series, any Duncan parts have been inspired by Killaria's Duncanmuse.
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