A/N: A drabble written for the community SB Fag Ends on LiveJournal.
He'd been tracking her, following her, every night. Making sure she was safe, unharmed. He'd seen what The Immortal was capable of, his powers of charm – brainwashing, more like.
On the third day, her birthday, she caught on, sensed him. He gave it up, revealed himself, trying to brush it off, "It's your special day, gotta make sure no disasters happen, right?"
There was a teary reunion, and explanations for where he'd been. Then anger, and shouting.
He gave reasons for not seeing her sooner, she gave reasons for seeing him.
He begged her to understand, and she told him she was happy now, with him. Brainwashing, indeed.
But seeing her face, sun-kissed and glowing, he caved, "…This what you really want, then?"
Yes. He never really could deny her anything.