Joe wonders, sometimes, about how Mac actually sees Methos. It had been such a shock to learn that Adam Pierson, just a kid, helpless like a puppy that hadn't grown into himself yet, was actually Methos, the oldest immortal of all, a legend with so many conflicting stories that not even his own kind believed he existed.
It's a masterful deception. Of course it is. Five thousand years, maybe more...
When he stops to think about, which he tries not to do too often, Joe has to shudder in horror. How Mac can just shrug it off –
When Mac told Joe about the Horsemen, he sounded disgusted, betrayed, furious. Joe honestly wasn’t that surprised.
What they see when they look at Methos is what Methos wants them to see. Joe loves Mac, he really does, but they’re both infants compared to Methos, and judging Methos by any modern standard is futile.
Joe understands the depths a man can sink to, and he knows Mac does, too. Mac’s fought in so many wars… why he’s so harsh on Methos, well, Joe’s got theories but nothing Mac wants to hear, so he keeps them to himself.
Don’t make him an enemy, he wants to say. And, Don’t trust him too much.
Five thousand years… and Methos’ creed: Live. Grow stronger. Fight another day. He knows he can’t possibly see everything, won’t have the time to, and he just wishes that Mac actually understood what he sees when he looks at the lanky kid in the too-big sweatshirt, gulping beer like it’ll be taken away if he stops.
He’s pretty sure Duncan MacLeod will be dead before he ever truly sees.
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Date: 2015-05-11 07:29 pm (UTC)Joe wonders, sometimes, about how Mac actually sees Methos. It had been such a shock to learn that Adam Pierson, just a kid, helpless like a puppy that hadn't grown into himself yet, was actually Methos, the oldest immortal of all, a legend with so many conflicting stories that not even his own kind believed he existed.
It's a masterful deception. Of course it is. Five thousand years, maybe more...
When he stops to think about, which he tries not to do too often, Joe has to shudder in horror. How Mac can just shrug it off –
When Mac told Joe about the Horsemen, he sounded disgusted, betrayed, furious. Joe honestly wasn’t that surprised.
What they see when they look at Methos is what Methos wants them to see. Joe loves Mac, he really does, but they’re both infants compared to Methos, and judging Methos by any modern standard is futile.
Joe understands the depths a man can sink to, and he knows Mac does, too. Mac’s fought in so many wars… why he’s so harsh on Methos, well, Joe’s got theories but nothing Mac wants to hear, so he keeps them to himself.
Don’t make him an enemy, he wants to say. And, Don’t trust him too much.
Five thousand years… and Methos’ creed: Live. Grow stronger. Fight another day. He knows he can’t possibly see everything, won’t have the time to, and he just wishes that Mac actually understood what he sees when he looks at the lanky kid in the too-big sweatshirt, gulping beer like it’ll be taken away if he stops.
He’s pretty sure Duncan MacLeod will be dead before he ever truly sees.