This story contains references to a sexual relationship between consenting adult men. If you are under age or don't care for this, LEAVE NOW. As usual, characters from Highlander: the Series belong to Davis-Panzer et alia; I only play with them from time to time without any compensation. No harm; no foul; no profit. Anyone or anything new, however, is mine (left-overs again). This is a “Drabble” of exactly 100 words (not counting the title), and was written to a Richie/Methos List challenge. Not beta-read. You have been warned. Any errors are mine alone.

T hey always say spring time in Paris is magical. Well, it isn’t quite spring, and here I am, alone in the city of lovers. It’s cold, and damp to the bone, and I clutch my coat around me as I walk through the gardens.

Statue of Cupid, is all the note says, and I hurry along the path to the carved marble monolith at the side of the graveled path. The crunch of the small stones under my feet is the only sound.

He’s there already. I feel his presence before I see him and my steps quicken.

“Richie.”

“Methos.”

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22 August 2002

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