First Drabble

This is the first thing I have written for a fic/drabble blog.
It is supposed to be on live journal, but I can't figureout how to post it there.

Title: none.
Author: Agitatethis
Challenge: #16 Rain
Rating: G?
Series/Characters/Pairings: Highlander- Methos/(no one)
Author’s Notes (if any): I love the Methos character, and pound cake from Amsterdam (mmmmm) *tee hee*
1st written thing i've posted


It was mid July and the streets were not as busy as they could be for Amsterdam in the summer. The rain was pouring in sheets; the few people brave enough to be outside were soaked and even fewer weren’t running for shelter. One of the few was a tall slender man in his mid fifth millennia. He quietly stood on a small bridge connecting two streets, staring at the drops splashing onto the water in the canal. To him the rain came down slowly and each drop hit the water with a unique and loud burst of noise equaled only by the racing thoughts in his head. The drops were not melding into the water as they should, but instead rocketing down like heat seeking missiles to the bottom of the canal looking for life. Wasn’t there life in these canals once? Methos thought. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the water and try as he would, he couldn’t see through it either. He heard a distant car horn echo from the cobbled streets through his ears and into the back of his brain. Yes, life. And no machines…Suddenly, the raindrops seemed to have finished their search and returned from the water, shooting upwards and smacking into his Face. He tried to look away, to shield his face with his hands, but found his will to accomplish the task was not strong enough. Finally, a response occurred in his brain and he turned away, but all the world was stop animation photography and the man became too dizzy to stand. He sat down against the bridge wall and let the rain continue assaulting him. What the hell was in that marble-cake anyway?