A Teaspoon And An Open Mind: A Doctor Who Fan Fiction Archive
Ninth Doctor
Friendly Drink by KerrAvonsen [Reviews - 5] Printer
Author's Notes:
Universe: Highlander/Doctor Who


"Of course aliens exist!" Methos said. "It's rather arrogant to assume that Earth is the only planet in the universe to have life on it."

"You don't believe in demons, but you believe in aliens?" Duncan said incredulously.

"I haven't met any demons," Methos said.

"You've met aliens?" Joe asked, eyes widening slightly.

"He's pulling your leg," Duncan scowled.

But Methos wasn't paying attention. His eyes were on the door of the bar, where a couple had just come in. "Oh no," he said. "Here comes trouble."

"An immortal?" Joe asked softly.

Duncan frowned and shook his head. Methos snorted. "Not that kind of trouble."

There was nothing particularly notable about the pair near the door. The man had short hair, a long nose and ears that stuck out. He wore a leather jacket. The woman was a pretty blonde in casual clothes. The man looked around the room, and when he saw the three at their table, he grinned broadly, tapped his companion on the shoulder, and made their way towards them.

"Too late," Methos sighed.

The man was still smiling when he approached them.

"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear," Methos said pointedly.

"That's no way to greet an old friend," the man said in the soft tones of the north of Britain.

"No, I am not going to help you," Methos said. He jerked a thumb in Duncan's direction. "Ask Macleod here, he likes saving the world."

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" Joe said.

"Doctor, this is Joe Dawson; he owns this bar, do try not to blow it up. Joe, the Doctor. The fellow with the heroic visage beside me is Duncan Macleod of the Clan Macleod. He's only 400, easily led."

"I am not!" Duncan spluttered.

"Duncan, the young lady here is Rose Tyler, though I don't know if she has a boyfriend at the moment. Oh, and the Doctor here is a time-travelling alien from the planet Gallifrey. Saves the world a lot. You two should get together."

"How do you know my name?" Rose said. "We've never met before."

"Trouble with time travellers is that they don't meet people in the right order," Methos said. "We're going to have met in the past."

"Rose, this is Methos, he's about 5000 years old," the Doctor said.

"5000?" Rose glanced at the Doctor. "You're pulling my leg, right?"

The Doctor grinned. "Nope. He's an immortal."

"Which I won't be for very much longer if you keep on dropping my name and mentioning my age in public places," Methos glared at the Doctor.

"Sorry!" the Doctor said completely unapologetically. "Want a drink?" he said, pulling up a chair. "The next round's on Rose."

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