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i. The Effect of Dimensional Transcendence on Mozzarella Cheese, or: Diane Duane writes fic about Five and Nyssa making pizza. (Complete with recipe at the end.) My heart. I am not-so-secretly shattered that DD hasn't written roughly a million Fifth Doctor novels. On the other hand, she has written a handful of Star Trek novels ...? And, like, novels about Spock. I may be kind of doomed.
ii. Also, because I am obviously feeling talky tonight: Name any character in any fandom that you think I would be passingly familiar with. In return, I will give you five pieces of my headcanon or a ficlet, my choice. (Or everyone can just reply 'Methos' because I will never, ever run out of headcanon.) Have at it!
ii. Also, because I am obviously feeling talky tonight: Name any character in any fandom that you think I would be passingly familiar with. In return, I will give you five pieces of my headcanon or a ficlet, my choice. (Or everyone can just reply 'Methos' because I will never, ever run out of headcanon.) Have at it!
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Okay, five more, as separate from those twenty other bits of Methos headcanon:
1. He only thinks he's about five thousand years old. But he didn't really start counting years until it became fashionable to do so, which makes for a lot of tricky guesswork. Also, he has the uncomfortable idea that he was estimating a few millennia quite some time ago. The time he carbon-dated his journals, though, the oldest dated at around 3100 BC, so his estimate probably isn't too far off.
2. He's an incurable romantic. Really, truly, tragically incurable. He tries swearing off love every few centuries, but by now he's mostly given up trying. Anyway, eternal foolish hope is a surprisingly good motivator.
3. He really hasn't felt guilt since the eleventh century; or, more precisely, while he's still fully capable of feeling obligation, he's discarded self-flagellation and apology. Feeling bad about something isn't going to erase it, and Methos has enough regrets that dwelling on them borders on dangerously unhealthy.
4. More or less by default, he's also applied this to his day-to-day affairs: he never apologizes for anything. His actions speak for themselves, and he's not going to waste time defending them.
5. The no-apologies-or-explanations policy sometimes collides with another of his defense mechanisms, which is deflecting pretty much everything with a glib retort. He's perfectly capable of honest conversation -- in degrees, of course; he was, for example, perfectly honest with Alexa -- but he needs a damn good reason to do so.
I COULD GO ON. /o\
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