Title: Godlike


Author: Marie


Pairing: Methos/Anya (you'll see why)


Rating: PG


Disclaimer: Joss Whedon blah blah blah BTVS. Panzer/Davis blah blah


blah Highlander. I lay no claim. I make no cash. Don't sue me.


Spoilers: None for BTVS. As for Highlander, that whole thing with


Methos's rebellious youth, I'm sorry I don't know the season


(Episode: Comes A Horseman?)




Death rode on horseback and knew no mercy. Truly it was a glorious


ride, he and his brothers laid waste to everything that crossed their


path. Want. Take. Have. That was the rule they lived by. The power of


life and death rested in their hands, they were gods. No one would


dare say different.




As the four horsemen approached their encampment Methos felt a knot


form in his stomach. "Brothers we have done well on this day. What


say we celebrate in my tent with mead?"




"Uh brother, a generous offer indeed, but it has been a long ride and


we wish to rest." Kronos said not quite looking at him. Methos


noticed that Silas and Caspian were doing the same.




"Ah it is of no consequence, another time then." Methos weakly


excused them.




Slaves and servants appeared to relieve them of their many burdens.


Methos walked in the direction of his quarters but stopped short when


he saw her. Anya stood in front of the open flap of his tent waiting


for him. She did not look happy. He paled as he followed her inside.




Steeling himself, Death prepared to deal with one incredibly pissed


off wife.