Disclaimer-Not Methos, not Duncan or anyone from Highlander belongs to me. No way. Elkaryene's mine and any other original character.

Summary-Methos begins to hear voices and act quite strangely. What's causing it? Duncan and Elkaryene have to find out before Methos drives himself out of his mind and hurts someone...or himself.

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Voices of the Night

Methos walked down the dark street, heading towards Macleod's place. He was reading a book as he did so and not paying much attention to the things around him. Not that he had to worry but he knew no one was out and about down here.

It was then that he felt the presence of another Immortal. He pulled out his sword and was ready for the other person to walk into view. He quickly ooked around the area to find no one else was around. He narrowed his eyes in confusion.

'What is going on here?' he asked himself, lowering his sword but keeping it ready just in case. "Who are you? Come out and show yourself!"

He continued down the street, glancing from side to side as he did so.

'Where're you going in such a hurry? I thought you'd stay and we'd chat a while,' came a male voice.

The voice was almost sneering and Methos tried not to let it scare him. He was very nervous about this situation. It also seemed that the voice was coming from all directions. That aspect was inwardly scaring the heck out of Methos.

"Whoever you are, you won't scare me," Methos said.

'Oh I'm not trying to scare you. You're doing a good job on your own scaring yourself,' the voice said before all was quiet.

Methos noticed that the presence he felt disappeared along with the voice.

"Now that's weird. What the heck was that all about?" Methos muttered to himself as he headed towards Duncan's dojo.

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"So this is what the Western part of the continent looks like?" asked Elkaryene.

"At least what this part looks like. It varies as you get more north and more south," Duncan told her. "You've never been this far west before?"

"Well, I have but it's changed since the last time I was here," came the reply.

"How long ago was that? You're only a century-and-a-half old," Duncan said with a smile on his face. "Even you couldn't have been in many places in your short life."

"Ahh, let me think. I came here after the bombing at Pearl Harbor, about 50 years ago," she told him before smiling. "And you'd be surprised Duncan Macleod of the clan Macleod. After all, I did travel along the eastern coasts of the Americas for over twenty years. I'm surprised that I didn't meet any other Immortals during that time. It's a fluke that I finally met Fitz around the turn of the century."

Duncan had to give a small laugh as he turned away. Once he knew that Elkaryene couldn't see his face, he put on a sad look. The mention of Hugh Fitzcairn brought back memories of the Immortal's death.

"And I have to thank you for bringing me with you here," Elkaryene told him.

"It's no problem. Scott wouldn't want to leave you alone just yet, even though Charley's already been killed and there're no more threats against you," Duncan said as he turned around to face her.

Elkaryene smiled at him before grabbing a pillow off the bed and threw it over at him. He laughed as it hit him and he picked it up.

"Sometimes, I wonder about you," Duncan told her, curious to what she thought how old the oldest man was.

"Sometimes, I wonder about Scott. He will occasionally seem distant, as if remembering the life way before technology. I still don't know how old he is. I can only guess," she said.

"Have you guessed? How old do you think he is?" Duncan wondered.

"I've had many ideas over the years. I can only say he's at least 2,000 years old. He must be. Sometimes, he acts like it," Elkaryene replied with a sigh. "Don't tell me otherwise Macleody. I've studied up on my history and some of the tactics that I've seen him use seem to be ancient. I stayed with him before, for some time after the Titanic incident. He would sometimes talk in his sleep and I wouldn't understand what he would say."

"He might have been speaking in a language you haven't heard before," suggested Duncan.

"Yeah, could be but it was no language that I could recognize. I know it wasn't. I don't know about you Duncan but I am fluent in three languages. I'm teaching myself Japanese and Spanish right now but that's beside the point. I didn't recognize the words because they didn't sound like they came from any of today's languages," she told him. "I know it doesn't."

Duncan looked at her with a slightly surprised look on her face.

"Do you know anything Duncan? Do you? Please tell me," she asked ofhim.

"No, I don't. Why would I know anything?" he replied, trying to hide the fact that he knew something.

"Uh-huh," was all she said before they felt the presence of another Immortal nearby.

They looked towards the door to see Methos walking inside. He appeared to be a bit frazzled by something.

"You don't look like yourself Scott. What's wrong?" wondered Elkaryene.

"No, nothing's wrong Kari. I'm fine," he replied, a smile on his face.

She saw through that smile and she decided not to push the subject just yet.

'I have to wonder what's going on through his mind. He confuses me greatly, even after the time I've known him,' she thought to herself.

She hoped he would come to her someday with any of his problems. She remembered telling him that if he ever needed anyone to talk to, she'd be there for him. Duncan and Elkaryene both looked at the sweat now rolling down his face.

"Scott, are you certain everything is alright?" wondered Elkaryene as she stepped towards him.

"Yes, it is," he replied, stepping away from her advancing moves.

It was then that he felt the presence of an Immortal heading in their direction. He pulled out his sword and twirled around, looking for the Immortal heading theirway, making both Elkaryene and Duncan glance at each other in confusion.

"Scott, what's wrong?" asked Duncan, remembering to call him by the name that Elkaryene was most familiar with.

"Can't you feel it? There's another Immortal nearby!" Methos replied as he stared at him.

The two were confused by this action for they did not feel another Immortal nearby.

"No, there's not. It's just the three of us, that's all," Duncan told him

Methos became worried by this statement. He looked between the two as he felt the presence engulf him.

'You will never get away from me,' he heard a voice say, followed by a laugh. 'Never!'

TBC...