Title: Godlike

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns BTVS. Panzer/Davis owns Highlander. I'm not making any profit off of this so please 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.

A/N: Yeah I wrote this like literally a bajillion years ago for another site and only recently decided to add it here. Hope you liked.