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Methos' Apartment

Midnight

"Why don't you understand? All I want is peace. Peace and quiet. Is that too much to ask for?" Methos was upset at Amanda and Duncan. They were, after all, in his house after waking him up in the middle of the night to voice concerns which were about his safety.

"Methos, you know the game doesn't work like that" The Scotsman held his hands up in a sign of desperate resignation, looking to Amanda for some help

"You know he's right, Methos, and if we don't get you out of Cassandra's way, she may well end up taking your head!" Tears were welling in her eyes.

"You think I've lived for FIVE THOUSAND YEARS without being able to defend myself?" Methos was raging now, with veins standing prominently from his forehead and neck. "Neither of you have a clue, do you? What its like to not remember your parents? To have been born into a world you can't remember anymore? And wouldn't want to even if you could?"

"That's true, we don't know what that's like. And I pray that even if I am the last of us alive, that never happens." Duncan was looking the older immortal in the eye. "That doesn't change the fact that Cassandra, along with any other immortal, as you told me in the dojo once, could get lucky and win. Besides she can do magic with her voice. Power of suggestion, hypnotism, call it what you will, it is really hard to resist."

Methos took a swig of his drink before sitting down, now well on his way to being calmer than he was. He realised that his friends were not underestimating his swordsmanship as he first thought, but were being protective. Over protective, but he could stand that… just.

"OK, OK" Methos backed down "That doesn't mean I'm going to run if I see her though."

"Never expected you to. Don't think I've ever known you to have walked, or ran, away from a fight in your life" Came the low gravely voice of his best friend.

"Yeah, yeah. As long as you're safe and listening to reason, I don't care" Amanda swung her arms around Methos, grateful that he had finally chosen to agree to the combined worries that she and MacLeod had shared with each other earlier, after learning of Cassandra's return to their city.

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