Title: Highland Clan

Author: Angelee

Fandoms: Highlander/ The Sentinel

Pairings: For now Jim/Blair, Duncan/Methos. With some Blair/Methos snuggling

Rating: Adult

Summary: Not really a show.

Beta: By Bobbie. With much thanks. All remaining errors are my own.

Note: You need to read Highland Heat to keep up with this one. Not that I’m being bossy or anything. (o:

Highland Clan

“Bleck!”

The French fry that had been destined for Methos’ mouth stopped halfway there. “What?”

“This tea is so strong it could compete in the Mr. Universe contest and win,” Blair replied, wiping his mouth.

Methos looked at the plastic cup containing the tea, then up at the curly headed man. “How do you know it’s a boy?”

Blair narrowed his eyes. “Hmm, good question.”

Both Duncan and Jim watched in fascination as both Blair and Methos lowered their heads to stare at the cup, their heads moving back and forth as they studied it. Finally Blair looked up.

“Jim?”

The Sentinel shook his head. “No freaking way am I getting involved in this.”

“Please?”

“No,” Jim said with a finality that not even the puppy dog look Blair was giving him could discourage.

“You could always ask it.” Methos told him, still contemplating the cup.

Blair snort. “Yeah, right. Like it’s going to answer. It’s not going to answer, right?”

Methos smiled at him. “How would I know? I’m an Immortal. God, I’m not. Though I did meet Moses. He sure liked to party hearty.”

“Really?” Blair asked curiously.

“Yeah. Liked drinking too.”

“You’re making that up.”

Methos wiggled his eyebrows at him. “Am I?”

Blair rolled his eyes. “You butt. I’m going to go get me a bottle of water,” he said, getting up from the table they were sharing at Wonder Burger.

“Wait, I want some ice cream.”

“You paying for it?”

“You wound me.”

Blair snorted again as he waited for the Immortal to join him. “I doubt it. You’re a first class cheapskate and everyone knows it.”

“I’m not cheap. I just like to conserve my resources for a rainy day.”

“And sunny, and cloudy….”

Jim reached for another fry. “They’re weird.”

Duncan took a bite of his hamburger. “Aye,” he replied, looking down at the lonely plastic cup containing Blair’s tea.

***

Coming out of Wonder Burger, they were still joking and laughing until a voice broke thru their camaraderie.

“I found you, you miserable Horseman.”

Methos looked up, startled. “C…Cassandra?”

“Who else, you big-nosed son of a camel’s behind?”

Methos looked at Blair, who shrugged. “Beats me? You must be a new life form,” the Guide said, looking at the beautiful women staring daggers at Methos.

Cassandra reached into her long coat, but was stopped by a commanding voice. “No!”

The beautiful brunette startled. “Duncan?”

“Aye. I’ll not have you threatening Methos. I warned you about that two years ago.”

Cassandra gave him a look of utter disbelief. “He’s a Horseman. He killed thousands.”

“That was in his past. He’s a good person now. A protector to a Sentinel and his Guide.”

Cassandra looked at Blair and Jim, frowning as she concentrated on something only she could see and feel.

“What’s she doing?” Blair whispered to Methos.

“She’s trying to read you. She might try and mind whammy you,” The Immortal whispered back.

“Mind whammy?”

“Take control of you and make you do things you normally wouldn’t.” Blair returned her look curiously, watching as her frown deepened. “Is it working?” Methos asked.

“Na. Though I wouldn’t mind. She’s hot.”

“Aren’t you spoken for?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t look.”

Methos chuckled. “I guess.”

“Are you laughing at me, you big nosed son a snake.”

Methos pouted, fingering the insulted appendage. “What does everyone have against my nose?”

“Cassandra. I love you as a friend, but I won’t have you harming Methos,” Duncan told her softly.

“But Duncan…”

“No Cassandra. You need to move on. The Immortal lives a long life. Too long for you to carry such a big grudge on those pretty shoulder of yours. I have a suggestion for you.”

“What?”

Duncan smiled at Jim and Blair. “Find you a Sentinel and Guide to protect. There is nothing as rewarding as guarding our most precious link to humanity.”

“But Duncan…”

“Cassandra, move on. You’re too beautiful to allow such hatred to mar it and as time passes, it will.”

Cassandra sighed. “I suppose you’re right. You won’t let me kill him.” She looked up at him. “May I maim him? Just a little.”

“No. He is needed to protect his charges, as am I.”

“Is it as rewarding as you say?”

Duncan gave her a brilliant smile. “More so.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. “Here. Call them. They are always looking for worthy Immortals to protect Sentinel and Guides. I warn you, the process is challenging, but in the end when you are given a Sentinel and Guide, it makes it all worth it. If you put as much enthusiasm into it as you did trying to kill Methos, you will have a Sentinel and Guide of your own before you know it.”

Cassandra looked at the card. “I suppose you’re right. Big nosed frog wart isn’t worth wasting my life on.”

Duncan reached over and kissed her forehead. “That’s the spirit.”

“I still hate him.”

Duncan pulled her into a hug. “That’s fine. As long as you don’t try and kill him.”

Cassandra sighed softly. “Alright, Duncan. Alright. I’ll do as you say and give up my grudge against Methos. It won’t be easy. I’ve been chasing him in vengeance’s name too many years.”

“It’ll be worth it. Especially when you have a Sentinel and Guide entrusted into your care.”

Cassandra stared at Jim and Blair from the comfort of Duncan’s arms before slowly pulling free. “As you say, Duncan Macleod of the Clan Macleod.”

“Remember that. They are my Clan now. I will kill to protect them. From anyone,” he warned gently, but deadly. “And that includes, now and forever more, Methos.”

“As you say, Duncan,” Cassandra repeated. With a last final and extremely nasty look at Methos, she walked away.

***

“What is the grudge everyone has against my nose?” Methos asked, tossing the keys to the apartment they shared on to the little dish near the door.

Blair followed, placing his jacket in its designated spot. “Don’t know. It’s a mighty fine specimen of a nose. Mighty fine.”

Methos placed his coat next to Blair’s. “You insulting my nose, too?” he asked hurt.

The Guide shook his head enthusiastically. “Nope. High Sammy,” he told the happily bouncing puppy. “I’ll show you later exactly how much I like your nose, if you like.”

“I like. Especially after the day I’ve just had.”

“Okay. Let me walk, Sammy. Give him something to eat and you have yourself a date.”

Methos smiled at Jim and Duncan as they walked in, also placing their coats on the rack. “Did you hear?” he asked them happily. “Blair’s paying tribute to my nose.”

“Yeah,” Jim replied. “Cool.”

Methos practically bounced toward the kitchen, very much looking forward to Blair showing his much maligned snoz some loving.

Duncan chuckled, turning to Jim. “You jealous?”

Jim shook his head. “Naw. You?”

“Not in the least.”

“Wanna get a beer while we wait for the show?”

“Yeah,” Duncan replied, following the Sentinel into the kitchen.

“Popcorn or peanuts?”

“Popcorn.”

After some twenty minutes, Jim turned to Duncan, who sat next to him on the couch. “As gay porn goes, that leaves much to be desired.”

The Immortal tossed a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “I’d say. I suppose it’s too late to ask for our money back?”

“Yup. The minute they laid down next to the fireplace.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.” Jim moved restlessly on the couch. “If all I wanted to see was cuddling, we could have watched the Disney channel.” He said unhappily. “I was looking forward to porn of the gay sort.”

“Aye. Blair must have made love to Methos’ outstanding nose for a good ten minutes. Methos was making those disgustingly cute murmuring noises before…” They both looked over at the two men wrapped around each other in front of the fireplace. “They fell asleep.”