Eliot stalks Methos a little. A collection of weird drabbles. Probably with more to come.

They can't agree on how this started, but they've got no problem with where it ended up.

There's probably some kind of scientific word that someone, somewhere is complaining about everyone not using.

Parker recruits Eliot for a side job. Comedy and horror ensue.

Eliot's their hitter, and taking on any physical threats to the team is his job, but there's something beyond professionalism – even beyond the obvious fact that Eliot relishes the fight itself – in the way he puts his body between Parker or Alec and any potential threat. Alec has a good view of Eliot's back on a lot of jobs, and he reads something in the tight line of Eliot's shoulder, in the slow turn of his foot as he steps into a fighting stance. Something possessive. Series

"We're brothers, not bookends," Eliot growled as he sank into a chair opposite Lindsey, avoiding his teammates' eyes. Black knight, white knight; maybe both designations were too simplistic, after all....

Just your every day modern street gang of ragamuffins.

Extra stories for the Retrograde series.