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I borrow only and give them reluctantly back
Notes: silliness, can partly be ooc
Crossover with Highlander, Bones,
(Warning: English is not my native language.)
Seacouver, Canada in a dark blues bar
A slender and wiry man with the dark hair leaned over the counter to the barkeeper and whispered:
“Joe, I have a question about your new temporary help…“
The man with the graying hair leaned on his cane.
“What is aggrieving you about my nephew, Adam? “
“Since when have you a nephew? I didn’t know you had a nephew. I am not sure if am your friend if you don’t inform me of the important events in your life.” Methos mockly replied. “Kidding aside. You know he is reading a dusty old and certainly expensive book? And why has he a eye patch? Are you sure, he is your nephew?...Especially if…. ”
Joe interrupted him: “Yes, I checked quite thoroughly. My sister adopted him legally.”
But as Methos couldn’t suppress his curiosity and he didn’t wanted to make the young man suspicious he put off the discussion. “This is not the end of this.”
He sneaked over to the reading man’s side and managed to peek on the text. Then he sat on his table and begun with his – gentle - interrogation:
“Hi, my name is Adam and I am a regular customer in this Bar. You are new at bar tending? I don’t know many bartenders who are reading Sumerian books. And I have a inquiring personality. Where did you learn the language?”
The dark haired young man looked up and winked.
“I am Xander. I learned it in high school of course. It was required for my survival.”
“Kidding aside – where in the USA is Sumerian taught?” Looking at the title of the book he exclaimed: “And who taught the special knowledge for the understanding of the PROPHECY BOOK OF AGES?!”
Xander gave a jerk.
“Who you are, that you can recognize this book with one look?”
He diverged from the bar and looked with a betrayed eye at his uncle.
“In what crowd are you hanging around? Are you a lackey from the Watchers Organization?”
Joe tried to look innocent but a wince gave him away.
“I don’t know what you mean...”
“You can spare the lies,” intercepted Xander “I mean this British stuffy people who are sitting on their hairy fat butts and pick their noses …”
Now Methos interrupts with his attempt to placate “I didn’t wanted to stir disorder up. But I think I can calm the waves. There are two organizations of Watchers…”
Xander exclaimed: “You are mean the peeping toms?”
“Hey!” was the reaction of Joe.
”Xander, I don’t understand why you are going. Is it the scene from last week? You have to understand, that I swore an oath and cannot tell you secrets….” Joe begs. “ I can tell you more as you already know.”
“Uncle Joe, it’s not that. I am on a road trip and I want to see the world. This is my second try and I want to make the most of it.” Xander smirks “And Seacouver is not the world’s interesting corner…“
Joe looked relieved, then Xander added “And your friends are creepy.” The face of his uncle fell.
“Hey, I will visit you again before the end of my trip. You are my favorite uncle.”
“ I am your only uncle, you flatterer.” The older man snorted. “What’s the purpose of your buttering me up? I want to keep my books. Or want you that I forget my questions of your unusual language talent. You only graduated high school and you read books in the Sumerian language”
Xander sniffed and replied “That are not your questions. You can tell your nosy friend to stuff his questions up his…”
Joe interrupted him. He didn’t want his nephew to become more agitated.
“No, Adam brought it to my attention, but I want to know it also” Joe winked and tried a little humor “ and I can keep secrets”.
“Sure, it tell you mine if you tell me yours….” This reply of Xander shut his uncle up. He really put his foot in.