Last One
By
Jennaya
Sadly, I don't own any part of Highlander.
A/N: This is my first Highlander fic.
He sat with one leg stretched out in front of him and the other balancing himself on a large rock facing the cliffs high above the oceans below. His eyes followed the flow of the grass over to the edge where the earth stopped and the sky began. The morning sun just beginning to appear amongst the clouds with rays of brilliant reds and yellows finally giving away to sky blue.
Nearly a year ago, he'd become the last and the prize his. He still couldn't understand how he was chosen to be the Last One. Everyone, including himself, had thought it would be his friend. He'd even planned on making sure the prize had gone to the most deserving, which wasn't him by any means. Nor was he, what he considered one the best of the Immortals, but somehow fate had intervened, and he'd been given what every Immortal had dreamed of over the centuries.
His spirit had become calm knowing he would never again take another's head in order to live. Inside he could feel the others life's essence, some good, some bad, but one stood out giving him peace and joy. He could feel his friend giving him strength and urging him to live this new life with arms opened. Perhaps even some of his friend's goodness had rubbed off on him a little. Heaven knew he needed it, for in his lifetimes, he'd done many things that were best left unspoken and in the past. Maybe that's why he'd made his home here in the Highlands of Scotland, because Duncan's presence was the strongest he felt deep inside.
A door opened behind him as his wife came out to check on him. This had become their morning ritual. He'd wake early and she'd follow just after sunrise. As she wrapped her warm arms around his neck a truly joyful smile appeared on his face. They both laughed as their baby kicked at the embrace. The morning was too cool for her to be outside, so Methos put his arm around his wife and they went back to the warmth of their home.
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