Summary: You do not know how old you are and do not care.
Reasons for Reccing: This is a poignant, descriptive look at Methos and what it's like to be as old as he is and to have seen and done the things he has. It has a painfully honest edge to it without becoming devastating. Even though it's very short, it packs a wallop. Also, I'm a sucker for a well written second person fic. They can be so much fun and refreshing to read. If you have a soft spot, or at least some nostalgia for the world's oldest immortal, go and read this. Show a little love to an old fandom. :)