Archive: No.
Summary: Methos gives in to his sappy side.

My eyes close of their own volition, again. It is midnight, and I cannot keep them open for much longer. I wait, silent, staring at the computer screen. The music I'm listening to washes over me in a soft ecstasy of sound, and for a moment, I let my body thrill to it.

I am waiting here, waiting for a man halfway around the world to pop up on my Messenger screen with a word of love. Since I am not with him now, I feel free to indulge in a bit of sentimental speculation.

What are you doing right now, Duncan, I wonder? Let's see, it would be early afternoon in Paris, yes, though it's almost past midnight here.

He, of course, has no idea where I am, just that he can reach me at a certain Yahoo! Id. When we last talked on the phone he told me he would, tonight. Inaccessible as I may be by phone, plane, or pager, the Internet will always reach me eventually. It's rather frightening actually.

Finally the message pops us, and I click on the window.

"Darling," is all it says, "love you." And nothing more.

I click into the message box, too quickly. Maybe he's still online, maybe I can catch him with a swift word of my own. For the moment, that's my only thought.

"Duncan," I type, "sentiment returned. Very much." And before I can take it back or think better of it, I hit send.

Before I can log off, I see another message from him. "What are you doing, waiting by the computer for me to page you? :)" it says.

I roll my eyes. Of course that's what I'm doing, Duncan, sweetie!

"Wipe the satisfied grin off your face," I reply. "Yes, I am."

Send. No immediate reply. I wait. Maybe, just maybe...ahh, there!

"Why don't you come home?"

Oh, MacLeod. Tough question, that. I don't want...

Another message. "I'm going back to Seacouver in two weeks. If you'd like, meet me there."

I hesitate. "All right. No certainty on time-frame though." And I send, close the box and disconnect, before I can reply.

I'll see you then, my Duncan.

END