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34 years after Chapter 8….

Chapter 9 – Politics' and couples

35 AD – Rome

Nyssa sighed as Methos paced back and forward, his hands moved as he ranted and raved. His wiry body still showed the signs of being nailed to the cross, along with days of exposure to the sun before he'd died. His hair was caked with mud from the unexpected rain shower when she was digging him up. In simple words, he was filthy.

"I swear, Nyssa I am never going to get involved with politics and a married couple ever again," Methos ranted and then stopped. He noticed the slight smirk on her face. "What?"

She walked over to him, brushing her hand over his chest. It was a good thing they were alone in the little house she'd acquired. She looked up into his eyes. "Do you know how appealing you are, right at this moment?"

He eyed her warily. "I'm dirty and wearing nothing but a loincloth."

"Don't forget your ranting and raving," she noted with amusement in her voice. "Your hair is full of mud." She reached up and brushed her fingers gently over his healing face. "You have dirt and mud all over you."

A smile crept onto Methos' face, "Have you looked at yourself, little one?"

Nyssa had to admit her appearance was almost as bad, being covered in mud and dirt. Her dress was not worth saving. "I believe I need a bath."

"I believe you do," he said grinning.

"We do. It's a good think I have extra coins to give, we're going to need them to bribe our way into the bath house so late," she informed and then stepped back. Mischief sparkled in her eyes. "You will accompany your mistress and attend her, Remus."

He bowed. "As my mistress wished," he said playing alone for her amusement.

"We'll talk about my wishes when we get back," she promised.

Methos chuckled. "I look forward to it, mistress."

"Oh I like how you say that," she smirked and headed into her bedchamber. Returning a few minutes later with a bag containing clothing for them both, she gave it to him. "Let's try and not make too much of a scene."

He tried not to smirk at that. "We're both covered in mud, little one."

"There is that," she remarked and headed for the door. "Do come along, Remus."

"Yes mistress," he said rolling his eyes and following her.

Leaving the house, they managed to make it to the bath house without running into anyone, slipping inside Nyssa spoke to the man in charge. The coins she gave him satisfied his need not to know what a woman of her position was doing there.

She gestured for Methos to come closer as they were left alone. "He's going to forget we were ever here," she informed as they headed into the main bathing room.

"Can you trust him?" he inquired.

She smiled. "If his wife doesn't want to know about his lover, he'll keep his mouth shut about you and I."

"Smart thinking, little one," he praised.

"Thank you," she said smugly.

Leaving the bag on a bench, they removed their solid clothing, rinsing the mud from their bodies before entering the large bathing pool. The water was warm, the area light with oil lamps. It wasn't common for men to bath with women. Usually the women came in the morning and the men in the afternoon. They were alone however and the owner was not going to say anything, not unless he wanted to face his wife's wrath.

Once both were completely clean, they relaxed a little lazing together in the water.

"Just how do you know the proprietor is having an affair?" Methos asked her quietly.

Nyssa ran her hands down his chest. "It amazing what you hear in here and who you talk too."

He chuckled. "I bet." He cupped her face in his hands. "How long do you suppose he's going to forget we're here?"

"We shouldn't push our luck too much," she answered and pressed against him. "He's most likely watching us." She moved her hands to his back and caressed, "A woman of my stature in here with a slave."

Methos lent down and brushed his lips over hers. "The scandal." He felt a familiar fire burn in his belly.

She felt the same, in more than one way. "We should leave then. I prefer to make love to you in a nice soft bed rather than a bath house."

"You do?" He ran his thumb over her lips and she captured it and sucked on it. "I agree we should leave."

She released his thumb, "Wonderful idea." She reluctantly let go of him, "Would have been interesting though."

"Very," he mused, following her out of the water.

They dried off and dressed, leaving the bath house in a more respectable manner then they'd arrived. Hurrying back to the little house and off the dark streets.

Methos drew her into his arms once they were inside and safely out of sight. "I believe I need to thank you," he said.

"I believe so," she agreed with a sexy purr. The burn had become a raging fire that fueled her desires.

He felt the same way, aching for her touch. Cupping her face in his hands, her eyes blazed with what she felt, enclosed in his arms. He broke her gaze long enough to swing her up into his arms and carry her into her bedchamber, easing the burning need inside them both.

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Methos ran his fingers over Nyssa's bare arm. "What will you do now, little one?"

"I don't know, travel some more. There's so much to see," she murmured sleepily. "What about you?"

"I might stay. Rome is large enough I can start again," he answered. "Not as a slave though."

"Use the house, I acquired it," she said with a touch of amusement in her sleepy voice. "When I leave it's all yours."

"Acquired it?" He kissed her shoulder, "Legally?"

"Of course." She said with a grin. "Would I do so otherwise?"

He laughed. "Do you really want me to answer that?"

"No," she replied and kissed him. "Why not come with me, we'll wander around for fifty or sixty years?"

He brushed his fingers over her check, the playfulness gone. "The time is not right."

"Will the time ever be right?" she asked in a whisper.

"Yes," he told her sincerely.

"Then I'll wait," Nyssa, said frankly. Her eyes gave away what she felt for him, they always did.

Methos knew it, he felt it too, but it wasn't their time. "I know you will, little one," he said as he caressed her cheek with his fingers. "When the time is right, we will both know and then nothing will stop us."

"Promise?"

"I promise." He kissed the top of her nose. "Sleep, little one."

"You too, old man," she murmured and drifted off to sleep.

He did too, content with her in his arms.

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Extracts from the Nyssa Chronicles – Translated by Dr Daniel Jackson

35 AD

– I decide to leave Rome. Methos remains, using the name Remus, a slave – I mean advisor – in the household of Roman Senator Valerisu Petronius. He says they were trying to make Petronius the next emperor. Unfortunately, for Methos, he said no to Petronius' wife Druscilla the Emasculator. She of course cried rape and he was nailed to a cross for it. That is the last time he got involved in politics and a married couple.

Of course, I had to dig him up after he died on said cross and was buried. He is heavy dead and was not great company after he revived. As sexy as Methos is and as great in bed as he is, the guy can rave on when he is pissed off. (I'm 1063 years old)

I wish Methos luck and hightail it out of Rome.

For the next 85 years, I travel the world - starting with Achea and Anatolia, where I travel to Ephesus to see The Temple of Artemis. I also return to Egypt. I stay for a while in my old home in Alexandria, which I have made improvements to over the years, before continuing on to Mauretania, Hispania, and then Lutehia in Gual. Seeing and learning as much as I can. I occasionally have to travel as a man not only for my safety but to be taken seriously. (120AD – I'm 1148 years old)

Historical Note: Lutetia Parisiorium, meaning "mud huts," is the Roman name for what eventually became Paris, France. Achea – Greece, Hispania (the Roman name for Iberian Peninsula) – Spain, Anatolia – is the whole of Turkey, Gual - France and finally Mauretania – Morocco.

79 AD

24 August Pompeii, Italy – Mount Vesuvius erupts, destroying and buried Pompeii under 60 feet of ash and pumice. The eruption spans two days and is catastrophic. [Side Note: It was lost for nearly 1,700 years before it was accidental rediscovered in 1748 – Dr Daniel Jackson]

Despite the rumours told, I was not at Pompeii that fateful day. I had enough sense to get out a few days before. Nor were there two Immortals fighting in the temple of Apollo, I mean really it was holy ground.

93 AD

Rome – Saw Christians facing the lions. I cannot say I enjoyed it at all.

476 AD

– The Roman Empire fell.

I meet up with a young poet – Marcus Annaeus Lucanus or Lucan as he introduces himself. At first, I thought he was going to challenge me, but I was wrong. Instead, we talk; Lucan is going by the name Lucan Annaeus Marcus. He is rather forthcoming, I do not think he has had a teacher, or if he did they did not stay together that long.

To be continued in: Chapter 10: Lasting Impressions

Author's Note: Lutetia Parisiorium, meaning "mud huts," is the Roman name for what eventually became Paris, France. I tried to find if Greece, Turkey, Morocco and Spain were called something else, but had little luck. If anyone knows what they are can you PM me. Thanks. Update: This was added as a Historical Note within the chronicle.

Additional Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who PM me and let me know the answer to the question: Achea – Greece, Hispania (the Roman name for Iberian Peninsula) – Spain, Anatolia – is the whole of Turkey, Gual - France and finally Mauretania – Morocco. Thank you all once again and I've made the changers. Update: This was in the original chapter and I wanted to add it again.