They were young when he was old.
That is just one of the ways that Methos thought of the Deities which had continually popped up in different regions over the 5 plus Millennia that he had been walking the earth.
He had actually occasionally joined in the celebrating of some of those religions, his favorites being the Gods of Alcoholic drinks. And with beer being his favourite drink of choice, he actually personally knew half a dozen of those Gods personally. And he really, really liked them.
But just like any other eccentric dysfunctional family those Gods of his acquaintance came with family members who were also Gods.
Take the Greek Gods for an example; one of the most mixed up Pantheons that he had ever met, Methos just knew that the reason that the people of Greece had worshiped their Gods for so long was the Soap Opera like antics that said Gods would get up to. Much like the way the present society would get caught up in the fictional lives of TV characters.
That brought to mind an episode of Hercules that had just repeated earlier that day. The one where Kevin Sorbo plays Hercules who is an actor working on the TV show Hercules under the pseudonym Kevin Sorbo.
It was twisted enough for Methos to enjoy the irony of it, irony due to his current job that is.
There was knock on the door and he looked up from the script he was reading. “What is it?” he asked irritated at having his thought disrupted.
“Mr Wingfield sir, the director wants you on set.”
“I’ll be right there.” The man once known as Methos stood up and looked at himself in the dressing room mirror to make sure that he was properly presentable.
He smirked wickedly and his reflection smirked back simultaneously before blurring for a moment. When the mirror cleared again the face of one of his oldest friends was looking back at him.
“Have fun Methos,” Silenus the Ancient Greek God of beer and drinking companions cheered him on, "and when you get done we are all meeting at your place for a drink."
"Who is we?"
"Why, us gods or beer of course."
Methos perked up. "I'll be there." And he had trouble trying not to skip when he left his dressing room in his trailer and out onto the stage lot.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Highlander or Hercules or the Gods or Peter Wingfield!
AN: I have been challenged by a friend to write the most I could as clearly as I could about any Fandom for 5 minutes. This is the second 5 minute story I have tried today.