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Christ.

You need to ask why?


The American in our house is exceedingly pissed off. She's not the only one.

For once, I actually admire Robin Cook.


I'm afraid I'm just gonna bury my head in the sand and read fic. I can't deal with this.

I am sick.

I was watching Highlander vids (no, this isn't why I'm sick, this is background) which were mainly D/M and as such including lots of clips of Duncan and Methos and there was this one clip. Just two, three seconds. Methos fires a gun and lowers it with this little smirk on his face. And when I saw that, I just... guh. Would have fallen to my knees for him right then and there.

He's quite attractive at other times - sometimes he has cute-geeky thing going and other times he's being all sword-fighty and hot, and other times there's lovely snark-face, but that was just. guh.

So that's why I'm sick. Methos-with-gun. Spike-snapping-neck (and many, many other moments...). Alex... uh, Alex, though not Agent Krycek, not really until Tunguska. But still. On a more minor level, there's Dru-killing-Kendra and hyena-Xander and dark-Willow and Faith-in-Five-by-Five and occasional Tyr and random people... um. Anyway.

Did I mention I'm sick?

I'm sure it's just an extension of the bad-boy fetish which I so don't feel at all safe to indulge in real life so I take it out on fictional characters, as I do with so many of my issues, but still...

sick, sick childe.