Spencer's
Chronicles

Written by Taboo MacFru

Chapter 7


    Methos/Adam skipped his way down Spencer's porch steps, tossing his keys in the air and catching them. As he backed out of her driveway he started to whistle. He was still whistling when he pulled up in front of Joe's. Joe was standing by the door about to lock it.
    "Well, our lost little lamb has returned," he noted, "and looking none the worse for wear."
    "Isn't it a lovely night, Joseph? Is MacLeod still here?  Can I get one last beer for the night?" Methos fired off the questions w/o giving Joe a chance to answer.
    "Yes, to all three questions, c'mon inside." Joe graciously offered.
Methos and Joe walked into the bar together, MacLeod glanced over his shoulder to reassure himself that it really was Methos giving off the buzz.
    "I'm na sure what to make of this. You're smiling, but you're also back here by closing time, barely." MacLeod said.
    "Maybe I'm smiling b/c I am back by closing time," Methos countered.
    "Possible, this is a great joint. But not likely," Joe weighed in with his opinion. "So, tell us, what's she like?"
    Methos shook his head, "She bossy, opinionated, and she has appalling table manners. She picked her teeth at the table. And she doesn't even like beer," He looked at Joe and Duncan to see if his lies were believed.
    "You're lying," they replied in unison.
    "You don't want either of us to move on her, do you? That's why you're lying," Duncan posited.
    "Yeah," chimed in Joe, "You're afraid of a little competition."
    "No, no, you've got me all wrong. I just want to save your egos from unnecessary bruising," Methos protested.
    "Yeah, right," Mac snorted. "Now tell us how your dinner went and what she's like."
    "Dinner was nice, she likes to drink a 'Rita on the Rocks, she liked Herrerra's. She has good taste in beverages, we shared a few of George Hornsby's Draft Ciders, " Methos shared with his friends.
    "And......," Joe prompted.
    "And she likes cigars, has a nice selection, too." Adam stopped to drink some beer. Then looked at Joe and MacLeod.
    "And....," Mac demanded.
    "And we're meeting at noon at her office for volunteer training and then we'll have dinner again. This time she offered to cook."
    "That's it, that's all that happened?" Mac was disbelieving, "You had dinner, went to her apartment"
    "House," Methos interrupted.
    "House, apartment, whatever," he continued, "drank Hornsby's and smoked cigars? And that's all that happened?"
    "No," Methos admitted, "We also talked and listened to music. She has very eclectic musical tastes. Classical, bluegrass, rock, old rock, country, Butthole Surfers, Mark Knopfler... "
    "I don't care what kind of music she listens to," Mac began and was interrupted by Joe.
    "I do. What blues artists did she have?" the musician/bar owner wanted to know.
    "Hmm, let's see, she had B.B., Muddy Waters, Lightnin' Hopkins, and someone I've never heard of, she said he was a Texas guy, died a few years ago, ...." Methos looked up at the ceiling as if the name he was searching for was written up there.
    "Stevie Ray Vaughn? " Joe suggested and Methos nodded. Joe continued, " She's got excellent taste in music, even if her taste in companions needs some work."
    "So, Methos, possibly the laziest living Immortal, is going to be a volunteer. Working closely with the lovely, intelligent, Spencer Forbes?" Duncan looked at Methos as if he didn't quite believe it.
    "What better way to keep an eye on her? If she has her first death when I'm there at least she'll have more protection than either of us did. It's basically the same thing you did for Richie." Methos rationalized.
    "It's not quite the same. I never wanted to sleep with Richie," MacLeod argued.
    "And I don't want to sleep with Spencer," Methos countered.
    "Sure you don't," Joe said skeptically.
    "I don't want to sleep with her. I want to keep her awake, then I want to sleep with her." He corrected.
    "Whatever your motives are, it's as good a plan as any,"Joe conceded. "Are you going to tell her she a pre-Immortal?"
    "I don't know. I think I should get to know her better, so I'd be able to judge how she'd handle it, if I did. What do you think, MacLeod?" Methos asked.
    "It's a tough question. I've known several, but Richie's the only one I ever tried to 'protect'. I don't think we have the right to tell them. It has too much potential to change the course of their life."
    Nodding, Methos said, "I agree. I'll keep an eye on her. She's already interested in martial arts, does Tai Chi. If we can get her interested in bladed weapons, we could both work with her. Teach her a bit before she needs to know it."
    "I'd be willing to work with her.  I'm sure Richie wouldn't mind teaching her some things as well." MacLeod offered.
    "Well if you two are through planning the education of Ms. Forbes, I'd like to close up and go home," Joe made his wishes known.
    Methos drained his mug, Duncan tossed off the last of his Scotch and they shook hands with Joe and walked out to the sidewalk.
    "Good Night, Methos. Will we see you tomorrow?" Duncan inquired.
    "Good Night, MacLeod. And I certainly hope I don't see you tomorrow night." Methos honestly answered his Highland friend.
    Laughing, both Immortals got in their cars and left.
 
 

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