muscles as hard as the highland hills!!

I finished a fic! This is my usual triumphant cry when I finish a fic, which is, inevitably, not one of my WIPs. When I finish a WIP, you will know. Probably because I will sheepishly be posting it in parts. All my WIPs want to be monsters when they grow up.

This fic, on the other hand, just wants to sit down, make fun of romance novels, and get Methos laid. It's actually almost due South levels of cheerful and fluffy, except that it takes place about a week before Comes A Horseman, so ... it's tragedy in clever disguise! Or something.

Fiction, Duncan/Methos; "Oh God, you found Carolyn's book," Duncan said, sounding at least five hundred times less mortified than Methos had hoped. In which I use the hilarious fictional romance novel Blade of the MacLeods to good effect! Or to effect, anyway.