In the beginning, there was Methos. And lo, tarsh saw Methos, and Methos plopped himself down upon her ratty old beanbag and bade 'Write!' And so tarsh wrote.

And tarsh wrote. And Methos was in the stories, and so he was happy.

Except—he was alone. Sure, Duncan came by once in a while, took him to bed, played the odd game of chess—but tarsh's mind was a very strange place, and Methos wanted more permanent company. And tarsh seemed to have this inexplicable objection to having another Highlander muse live in her head fulltime. Methos couldn't quite understand it—after all, he liked Duncan's company just fine—but writers are a strange breed, after all.

So tarsh wrote. And tarsh watched television. And tarsh dropped out of the rafters of the mailing lists wherein she had been accustomed to lurk, and it was good. And Methos smirked and bade 'Write!'

And tarsh said—'wait a minute, willya? This is one of the episodes with Krycek'.

And before he could crow 'At last!' Methos was no longer alone....

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