A/n: I really, really can't believe I'm posting this. I like reading, so I'll return the favor by posting what I write I guess. Anyway, Methos drabbles that float around in my head driving me crazy. Might end up with a few incomplete and complete one shots in here to, maybe later. When I feel like typing. So here goes nothing.
001: A homeless person
Methos has been homeless so many times during his life. Sometimes by circumstance, sometimes by choice, and sometimes because he didn't have the right to have a home.
He's been homeless walking away from a life. And walking, and walking. That was a choice.
He was homeless with the horsemen, they never settled anywhere. Just caused havoc and destruction and moved on. That was a choice.
He's been homeless just because he was poor. That was circumstance.
He's been homeless because a civilization collapsed. That usually led to slavery. Then, he didn't have the right.
He's been homeless because he just wasn't home. Sure, he had somewhere to live; that didn't make it his home. Some days he looks outside his house and wonders, when he would call someplace home again. Sometimes, he thought he never will again. Those are the worst times, when he can't find anywhere to call home.