"Duncan! Wait a sec!"
Methos looked up from the trunk of his friend's car to see a girl running towards them, and as he placed another pile of books in the trunk he inquired,"Who's that? She seems rather young to be a girlfriend."
Duncan sighed,"No, she's a former student of mine. Remember that class on midevil warfare?"
"Duncan, I'm glad I caught you",panted the girl,"I have a question!"
As the two talked Methos got a good look at her. She couldn't have been more than 16, but was still beautiful. Medium height, she had shoulder length dirty blond hair and hunter green eyes. The girl wore a pair of brown-green cordaroys with a beige tee-shirt and a plaid flannel, from some name-brand company, he didn't really care which. He could tell she wore no makeup, and he instantly judged her as a kid with a crush on Mac. Boy, was he wrong!
"I don't believe we've met. My name is Adam Pierson. I'm a friend of Duncan's", he said when their conversation paused, "And you are -?"
"Oh, how rude of me! My name's Catherine Piper, but call me Piper. Nice to meet you." She said to the tall, handsome man. *Oh, WHAT an accent!* Always an Angliphile, the first thing she noticed was his voice. Next she saw how beautiful he was, even in that huge sweater.
"Hey, you shop at Abercrombie, too!",she pointed out. She had seen the sweater when she was shopping.
"Wha--Oh, the sweater, yeah, its a good store." Right, so she liked to shop. Most teenagers do, he thought.
"So Duncan says you were a student of his. Summer school?"It was the only thing he could think of, why else would a kid take a college course?
"Um, not quite. It was a history requirement senior year. I had to take it to graduate and get into med-school.", she replied. She was used to the question, no one thought that she might be in college.
"So you're in college?! Wow, you must have skipped a few grades."he said. College? Med school? She must be smart to have skipped 5 years of school.
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm doing my residence at Seacouver General." She hated when people stated the obvious. *So I'm a little ahead, get over it* she thought.
As Duncan slammed the trunk of his car Methos' hand got caught and smashed with it."AUGH,FUCK!" He screamed as he pulled the injured appendage out.
"Shit, Lemme look!"She grabbed his hand,"You might have a subdural hemotoma!"
He tried to pull his hand back, but not in time. Before her eyes the bruise melted away, and the hand returned to normal.
"What the hell?! How the fuck did it heal?!"She demanded. Wounds don't heal like that, it was impossible! Her mind raced for ways the immune system could repair that fast. She could think of none.
"Let me explain," Methos started carefully,"I'm not like you."
"THE HELL YOU AREN'T"She yelled.
"You go on Duncan, I'll handle this" Methos whispered to his friend.
Turning to Piper he opened his mouth to continue, but was interrupted,"Wait, is this gonna take long?"
"Probably", he replied after a moment.
"Okay, FreakBoy, you're taking me to dinner." He could tell it wasn't a question. "And we're going somewhere NICE."
Methos could see why Duncan had sighed when he saw her, she had a very, um, unique personality.
Five hours later they were talking like old friends. Piper seemed like a normal, beauliful woman. Either that or Methos was drunk. Piper sat back, took a sip of coffee, and soaked him in. He was telling some story about Irish Monks or something, it didn't really matter to her. He had told her about being immortal, and the oldest of them, and she had found herself believing him, even though it defied everything she had been tought in medical school. Piper was incredibly attracted to him, the way he smiled and tilted his head when he talked just made her swoon.
"I should probably get home," she said regretfully,"I have rounds in the morning."
"Let me walk you home. Your parents won't kill me, will they?"he joked.
"I don't live with my parents anymore. I may be 15, but with studying and everything, I'd go insane if they were there! I have an apartment downtown."
*Is he offering to take me home?Yeaahh, he can take me home* she thought. She flipped the light on and threw her keys on the table.
"Nice place"he commented as he followed into the the den, where he promptly plopped on the sofa. He patted beside him and Piper jumped dowm onto his lap. She gazed up at his dark green eyes and smiled. He slowly leaned down and kissed her so softly she could barely feel the touch of his velvetly lips.
"Hmm..."she murmered, and he kissed a little harder.
+++++++++++++++++CENSERED++++++++++++++Maybe later I'll write that part!
The next morning she woke up and saw him watching her.
"What are you looking at?"She smiled.
"You,"he repliend and leaned over to kiss her."I have to ask you a question. I want you to join my Harem."
"YOUR WHAT????!!!!!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! YOU HAVE A FUCKING HAREM????GET OUT NOW!"she screamed. How could he? She had given herself to him, he was her first! And he had a Harem?! He ran out of her apartment faster than he had ever ran before.
Two months later he was sitting in the library of the chateu, thinking of what he did wrong. While a storm raged outside, he sat alone. Everyone else had said yes, why hadn't Piper? Maia walked in and said quietly,"You have a visitor."
"Let them in."Methos sighed. He heard HD say quietly"You can go in now."
A young man walked in. He wore an old pair of jeans and a green tee shirt, and his short dirty blond hair was sopping wet. The boy looked up and said"You don't recognize me." When Methos looked closer he saw that the young man really looked feminine, the way his face angled and his high cheekbones that acsentuated his eyes. His eyes. Familuar eyes. "Piper? Is that you?" Good God, it was her!
"Yeah, I got a hair cut. Whats wrong, you don't like it?" Her bitter voice betrayed her calm exterior. He stood up and rushed to her, only to be stopped by her hands.
"Wait, something's not right. I do love you, but I can't do this,"she said evenly. POW!! She punched him HARD in his beautiful face.
"Ouh, Fuck!"He exclaimed.
"Okay, I can do it now."she grinned and kissed him passionatly. As she did she heard a chorus of Yea's from the other side of the heavy, 17th century wooden door.
"So what's this I hear about blue frosting?" Piper inquired as they walked towards the door, arm in arm.
THE END
last revised--5/27/97
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