"So. How has the seizure thing been going?" Perhaps they'd covered this ground so long ago, after the past year and a half, it was lost to the fog of memory and Methos didn't have anything better to restart a conversation.
"Huh?"
"The seizures with rainbows and explosions? That thing that landed you in my bed just a couple years ago?" Methos stopped to laugh as Amy choked on nothing and turned bright red. "How has that been going?"
"Ummmm…fixed, I guess. The healing Peter did on me after the bus shrapnel, before I made him stop, apparently rewired whatever had gone wrong in my head because I haven't had so much as a stutter since. And we've all become much more diligent about practicing, so we have better control in general."
"Good."
"Yeah." She stared into the fire and listened to the wind whistle in the entrance to the canyon. "What was Tibet like?"
"Perfect for hiking and usually warmer than we are right now. How did you know?" Methos turned his head in time to catch a flash of surprise - or was that guilt? - on Amy's face. They had each let something slip. He let it go and let her ask another question.
"Do you think you'll go back?"
Methos shrugged his shoulders, feeling the friction of their coat sleeves rubbing on each other. It had been a long time since they had sat so close. He imagined Amy would say it was the magic of the mountain; it was likely the isolation and physical labor, but everything felt…simple. Easy. He could clearly remember the turmoil in his head in Paris, and still in Tibet, but that constant internal roiling was gone, and his spirit had quieted to a babble instead of the yelling he had tried to flee.
"Has Adam Pierson met with a tragic accident?" Amy prodded.
"I'm not done with him yet and he still has a job at the University, but his work is taking him a different direction than the Watchers."
"Well, then." Her eyes ahead, Amy gave a single, sharp nod to the fire. "Well, it's going to be a chilly one tonight. If we're very lucky, we won't wake up with frost on our noses."
"You should quit believing the weather men. Maybe you'll have things better prepared for us next time." Methos smiled, but Amy only grunted and pulled her sleeping bag as close to the fire as she dared, burrowed in, and relaxed into sleep. Methos was slightly disappointed, and not quite ready to sleep. He appreciated what she had done by staying quiet and letting the repetitive digging and pounding free his mind in a way all the time in Tibet had been unable to, but he'd discovered that he missed the constant back and forth their friendship had become - a lifetime ago, it felt like.
He climbed into his own bag on the opposite side of the fire and fell asleep before five minutes had passed.
