Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own them. I'm simply borrowing them and I'll put them back where I found them when I'm done, dusted off and everything. I mean, they have to be in good condition when I borrow them again, right?

Warning: This story is slash. That means relationships and sex of the male/male variety. If this offends you, don't read it. I am planning on putting in one fairly explicit sex scene, but I'll put a warning up if I ever actually get to it. Who knows? I might decide against it.

Timeline/Author's Note: Feel free to skip this part: I usually do. But for those of you who want to know when this story takes place, keep reading.

The characters are set sometime in the first season, sometime after the computer demon. I'm not paying strict attention to specific episodes, just the general feel of the characters. However, there might be mentions of certain events. I am planning on this story being the first in a series and I might pay more attention to canon later on in other stories, but for now, the characters are what's important. Specifically, Giles. I've loved Giles since the first episode of Buffy I ever saw. Have you noticed he stutters? It's charming. Oh, and I'm ignoring Jenny Calendar except as perhaps an incidental character to be used later on. Giles isn't interested in her. Come on! It's a slash story! Why would he like her when Duncan's around?! J

In the Highlander universe, this takes place a few years after the whole Ahriman thing, but Richie's still alive. He's just not in this story. Also, O'Rourke never happened and Duncan never cut his hair. This is because I cried when he cut his hair; I loved his hair! I am also ignoring the movie Endgame. Just because it had Duncan in it doesn't make it canon, at least not to me. I really didn't like the portrayal. So, in this story, as in the series, Duncan's never been married.

Reviews would be greatly appreciated, especially as I try to get the rest of the story out of my head and onto my computer screen. Flames are not welcome. All flames will be fed to the dragon, but he's getting kind of fat, so please refrain from sending any.

Watching Slayers and Swords

By Kaat ShadowLover

Prologue:

Duncan surveyed the loft as he stood in the elevator door. It was bare except for the furniture. Everything else had been packed up. He had been in Seacouver for too long, almost fifteen years. It was time to move on. Using his hacking abilities, he had forged a new identity for himself. Though many people thought he didn't know much about computers, in reality he was very skilled. You had to be to survive as an Immortal in this modern world. He had kept his name of course, as he had for the last four hundred years, but other than that there was no connection to his previous life. All the little details had been accounted for; he'd had lots of practice at this after all.

Joe was coming with him of course. After the Galati/Shapiro fiasco, the Watchers no longer said anything about his being friends with his assignment. In fact, they had grudgingly admitted that MacLeod's chronicles had never been so complete. So Joe had sold the bar and was in the process of opening a new place in the town Duncan had picked to start his new life. Mac was joining him tomorrow to help set things up.

Instead of opening another business such as the antique shop or the dojo, Duncan had set up his identity to take his money into account and allow him leeway in the job department. Most Immortals set their backgrounds up similarly. Officially, he had received a large inheritance when his parents had died and he now only worked to keep busy, not for the money. So he'd decided to work at Joe's place as a part-time bartender, much to the bluesman's amusement. He was also planning to apply for a teaching position at a martial arts studio he had found in the town. That would keep him busy and yet still give him plenty of time for other interests.

So Duncan stepped into the elevator one last time, then pulled down the grate and started down on his journey to his new home. He had picked a quiet town in southern California, a place that didn't have any kind of Immortal presence, a town called Sunnydale.