How To Give An Immortal Heart Failure title: How to Give An Immortal Heart Failure
author: lisa roquin
rating:
fandom:Highlander
character/pairing: Robert/Gina, Amanda/Nick, Methos Connor
series/sequel:no
disclaimer: all copyrighted characters and their "universes" belong to their respective authors, writers, creators, production companies, producers and long lists of people that are so very much not me. Quite simply, if you recognize it, it isn't mine. No profit made, no harm intended, just having fun.
summary: Robert and Gina De Valincourt are getting married again Mac orders his clan to attend and behave. They get bored. Then they get revenge.
warnings:
author's note: AU in the fact that Arihmon arc and the fourth movie are completely ignored. Connor and Richie are alive.






 

 

Methos had tried arguing, he wasn't even their friend. Mac insisted. The last time they'd gotten married had only been a decade or so before. A close call in a challenge prompted the Immortal Honeymooners to have yet another wedding. Even after being together somewhere around three centuries, they were enough to send even an Immortal into a diabetic coma with their sugary sweetness at times.

Mac had insisted the whole "Immortal Clan MacLeod" be present for the latest De Valincourt wedding. Even worse Mac had stepped up and volenteered to arrange and host the whole damn thing because Gina asked him to give her away again. They'd all been drafted into helping with caterers and flowers as well as being forced to attend a wedding with no less than fifty other Immortals present. Methos under strict orders not to kill anyone, even temporarily--especially in front of the mortals attending. Amanda under strict orders not to steal anything and Nick under orders to make sure she didn't.

Connor growled under his breath in Gaelic. Methos felt slightly better about his own "restrictions"; Connor was ordered not to kill anyone as well. At least he wasn't the only one classified as an uncivilized barbarian by the Eternal Boyscout.

"Quit it," Methos slapped Richie's hand.

"I hate ties," Richie whined. His hand reaching up to fiddle with the offensive garment again after he took a step away from Methos. Only to have Connor grab his hand and nearly break his fingers for tugging at the tie. Amanda gave him a look that promised extreme humiliation if he didn't stop.

"Tell that to someone who's been hung more times than they can count," Methos hissed. "Quit it or Mac will be over here preaching at us again. And we will find a way to kill you back at the hotel. No one is in the mood for another Mac lecture."

"I like Robert and Gina fine, but they're Mac's friends not mine...why couldn't I have just sent a damn toaster or something? Really, its not like they won't have another wedding the next time they find an excuse," Richie grumbled.

"I don't even like them and one of these days one of their weddings is going to turn into a mini-gathering and people I do like will lose their heads!" Methos hissed. "And I'm still here."

"Smile, the lad's looking worried again." Connor said through clenched teeth with a fake grin plastered on his face.

"You look stoned or deranged, make that stoned and deranged. Don't try to smile, Connor, it's disturbing," Richie said forcing his own smile.

"Who wants to help me rob Mac blind for this?" Amanda asked with her own patently fake smile in place.

"I'm in, he can afford to donate a few things to charity," Nick said. "Especially if we can find a way to rough him up in the process."

"Charity hell, he can donate a few things to ME!" Amanda snorted. "Especially his credit cards, I could use with a wardrobe update."

"Aw shit, he's got that I told you so smug look. I hate that look. That only look that is as bad is the Its for your own good lecture face," Richie grumbled, still smiling broadly as he took a step back towards the eldest Immortal. "Methos, just go with it..."

"Go with what?" Methos barely managed before Richie kissed him.

"Hey, we all get to play!" Amanda grinned.

~*~

Joe Dawson burst out laughing. Mac really ought to learn not to try playing Clan Chieftain and ordering his "Clan" to show up to a certain place at a specific time, especially with his "Clan". He wouldn't be Mac if he didn't though. He'd been raised from the cradle to be the next Cheiftain of Clan MacLeod and when Immortality had taken that from him he'd done his best to make his own clan. Though trying to get Methos, Amanda, Connor, Nick and Richie to toe the Clan MacLeod line set by Mac was nothing short of impossible. The five of them really out did themselves in the 'try to give Mac a heart attack' retaliation this time.

"Joseph this isna funny!" Mac bellowed once he stopped choking on his scotch. "Methos is kissin' Richie"

"Nope, Richie kissed Methos. Connor's the one kissin' Richie now."

Mac stared and spluttered, trying to sort out whose hand was where, and whose mouth too! The five immortals broke apart and hurried to say goodbye to the once again newlyweded couple leaving in a close groping press of bodies. "Where do they think they're going?"

Joe laughed all the harder, "Looks like they're off to have some fun, Mac." Joe literally had to sit before he fell flat on his face. Mac was bright red and barely able to string two words together after Joe's comment.

~*~

Once the group made it to their cars they fell apart laughing.

"Did you see his face!" Amanda cackled hanging on to Nick.

"Priceless!" Richie crowed.

"We're going back to our hotel. Lunch tomorrow?" Amanda grinned as she and Nick got into their car.

The rest agreed and said their good byes.

Methos raised an eyebrow at the speculative look Connor was giving him.

The speculative look turned to a leer.

Methos smirked.

"heh heh heh" Connor chuckled.

Richie looked from one to the other, his eyes widening. "Oh boy, can I watch the fireworks when Mac figures this one out?" he grinned. "Have fun, guys, I'm going to go change out of this monkey suit and go clubbing. See ya tomorrow at lunch."

"Watch your head," Methos nodded

"Don't get arrested or die in public!" Connor called after Richie as he drove off on his bike which earned him a single-fingered salute for the Mac-imitation. "Shall we go, Old Man?"

"Old Man?" Methos leered. "We'll see who wears out first, youngster,"