Highlander

"Little Immortals"

Summary:Richie has a 'little' accident. Can Duncan cope raising a seven year old Immortal...especially one as reckless, impulsive, and smart-assed as Richard H. Ryan?

Methos has a 'little' mishap and Connor is enlisted to help out with him. Can he handle a sarcastic, rude, and generally bratty 5,000 year old teenager?

Author's Note: This takes place any time after season 3.

Warning:SPANKING!!!!! DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I just wrote this story for fun.

Chapter 21: 'Little' Immortals

Back at their hotel room, the five Immortals sat down to talk.

"So, the priest is dead and his crystal stolen," Methos restated what they knew, "but the question is, by who?"

"And why?" Richie said. "It had to be someone who knows about the Cronus stones, right?"

"Possibly," Conner told him, "or it could have been someone who likes to take something off the bodies of their enemies have beheading them—as a sort of trophy."

"Either way," Mac stated, "we have no idea who it was or where he went."

"What about that old guy, Joe?" Kenny asked. "Couldn't he find out?"

"Probably," Mac said, "and I bet Father Stephen's Watcher would be able to i.d. the one who took his head. I'll give him a call."

He made the call. Joe did indeed know who it was that had stolen the crystal.

"I know him," Methos realized, stunned at the decription Joe had given.

"Who is he?" Mac asked, puzzled.

"H-His name is Kronus," Methos said, "a-and he was my eldest brother."

"Your brother?" Richie asked, confused.

"The leader of the Four Horsemen," the oldest living teenager explained. "He was the most ruthless, blood-thirstiest of us all."

"And no doubt hasn't changed any," Conner said, sighing.

"So, what do we do?" Richie asked, wide-eyed.

The two clansmen looked at each other, a seemingly silence message passing between them.

Methos stood up, not bothering to wait for their decision. "I'm going after him," he stated. "Kronus is a en evil son of a bitch and there's no telling what he's planning. He must be stopped."

"You just plan to scourer the globe in search of him?" Conner asked, raising an eyebrow.

"People will get suspicious about a fifteen year old travelling all over creation alone," Mac reminded him.

"Like I give a damn!" Methos exploded, angrily. "He...MUST...BE...STOPPED!"

"We agree," Conner told him, firmly, "but you're not going after him alone. I'm going with you."

"I don't need a baby sitter, Conner," Methos growled.

"Trust me, you do," the older Highlander told him, smirking, "and besides we don't know for sure this Kronus character is working alone or not. Are there any more of your brothers still alive?"

"Just Silas, I think," Methos told him. "He and Kronus were hardly ever apart, come to think of it."

"Uh huh," Conner smirked. "There you go. I'm going and that's the end of it."

"Humph," the 5,000 year old grumbled, "this sucks."

"Now you sound just like me!" Richie exclaimed, smirking.

"Oh God, just kill me now," the oldest Immortal groaned, "I've turned into a Brat!"

"Got that right," Mac said, laughing.

"What about us?" Kenny asked, glancing at the younger Highlander. "We going with them?"

Mac glanced at him and then at Richie. "No, I think we'll be heading home," he said, firmly.

"Why, Mac?" Richie asked, puzzled. He did want to go home, but...

"Because, something tells me this will be too dangerous" Mac told him, "and I want you both as far from the danger as you possibly can be. We're going back to Seacover."

"What we supposed to do once we get there?" Kenny asked, rolling his eyes at him.

"Be kids," Mac stated, firmly. "Maybe, we'll enroll the two of you in school."

"School!" Richie yelped. "Ah, c'mon, Mac!"

"It never hurts to review stuff, Rich," Mac told him, smirking, "and from what I remember you told me you were 'smart, but lazy'. This time you'll be smart but quick, otherwise you're gonna find sitting down a distant memory."

"Ah, man," Richie muttered, "this sucks." He paused, blushing.

Methos gave him a very pointed look.

"Don't even say it," Richie growled at him.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Brat," Methos told him, smirking.

"So," Conner said, "it seems—for now—you two will remain 'little' Immortals."

"Seems like," Methos said, sighing.

"It's okay," Richie stated, smiling. "Somehow, being a little Immortal is all right by me."

Mac glanced at him in surprise, but then smiled.

"Somehow," he said, ruffling the boys head, "it's all right by me too."

"Oh, give me a break," Kenny snorted, rolling his eyes.

"You said it," Methos agreed.

And so, the 'little' Immortals would remain little a little while longer.

But that was all right by them.

At least, for now.

The End...for now.

Sequel forthcoming...