A/N: Wow this chapter was a long time in coming!! I've been busy...well that's my excuse anyway. I apologize for any mistakes.

Andi wrapped her arms around her waist keeping the growing cold at bay; it took everything in her not to turn back and run into Methos' embrace. Andi longed for…craved his touch; she had never gone more than a day without Methos' presence. She willed her feet to continue forward, she could feel his blue eyes on her back as the fog thickened. Despite her issues with Methos she had a bigger problem to face. Seth Adams was looking for her and he would do anything to accomplish his goal. The problem was she had left her Katana back in Seacouver.

Andi preferred the solitariness of walking to the Metro instead of hailing a taxi for Ritchie's apartment. Despite all the people that would be on the Metro, everyone tended to keep to themselves on the Paris transit system. No immortal would challenge her on a train full of witnesses. Andi moved with the crowd onto the train. As usual the Metro was crowded with tourists, business persons, beggars and underfed models. Andi knew the importance of keeping to ones self in the Paris Metro; she watched as two young college students were being hit on by a smarmy looking Frenchman. One of them looked completely horrified. Andi's heart went out to the young ladies but there was nothing she could do to help. She turned her attention to the window and watched the sights of Paris whiz pass.

The motion of the metro lulled Andi into a day-dreaming state.

She had felt the presence of the immortal as she wandered through the stacks of the university library at Cambridge. There were many other students doing research and none of them paid her any mind. No one caught her eye or seemed threatening. Her nerves were on edge as she took research journals to an empty table. If the immortal did not approach her, she would not seek him or her out. Besides she had more important things to do, such as, researching the history of the epic story of Beowulf. Also, she had neglected to bring her sword from her room, a practice that was quickly becoming a habit.

Research captured her attention late into the night. It was not until her stomach started to rumble that she put down the last literary journal. Looking around she noticed that she was the last student in the library. Not a safe place to be when there was an immortal wandering around. She quickly placed the journals on a shelf and made her exit. The campus had a few students walking around, enough that she felt safe enough without her sword. Another rumble of her stomach alerted Andi to her going need for food. At the late hour the only places available to eat were pubs and she hated pubs, especially on football days. When she arrived at the closest pub it was filled with football fans drinking to their team's victory. Which team it was Andi had no clue and could have cared less. She hastily ate the meal she ordered and ignoring any overtures to join in the festivities.

Andi took in a deep breath of fresh fall air as soon as the pub door closed. The streets were deserted, but a full moon would provide enough light to return to the room she was renting. It had been several hours since she had last felt the presence of the immortal. She pulled her corduroy trench coat tightly around her and moved out into the streets. Her pace quickened the closer she came to the boarding house and closer to her katana. As she set foot on the stone path that led to her accommodations the sensation of an immortal's presence almost overwhelmed her. She crossed her arms around her waist and frantically looked around. No one. The street was empty. There was no one waiting for her outside of the boarding house. She had two options, run inside to her room and wait for the immortal to follow, or run to the small church next to the house. Andi chose the latter and ran for holy ground.

Her progress was cut short as she ran into something hard just inside the church fence. Startled Andi fell backwards onto her bum and found herself in the presence of a tall, broad shouldered man. It was the other immortal. Swallowing hard Andi scurried away from him as fast as she could manage on her hands and feet.

"I am not going to harm you." The immortal spoke, his voice deep and warm. "It is holy ground."

Andi's efforts were cut short when she noticed that the man offered his hand to her. She reached out tentatively; it could have been a trick despite the smile on the man's face.

"I'm Darius."

The putrid smell of an unwashed body brought Andi out of her reverie. A young man with several dogs had taken a seat next to her at the last Metro stop. Looking out the window she realized that she had missed her stop twice over and by the time she arrived at the next stop she was much farther away from Ritchie's than she wanted to be. Cursing under her breath she exited the train and walked through the bright maze like tunnel until she found the stairs to the street. The morning fog had turned into a chilling spring rain. She reached into her pocket and felt…nothing. Someone must have taken her euros when she was busy daydreaming. Cursing again she got her bearings and made her way back to Ritchie's on foot.

By the time she got to Ritchie's flat the sun was setting and Andi was soaked through. Her clothes clung to her petite frame and her usually bouncing curls hung limply in thick strands. The familiar sensation of an immortal's existence filled her as she left the lift. She opened the door to Ritchie's and was met with an unpleasant surprise. A sharp blade of a sword greeted her as she stepped across the threshold. Andi's eyes widened as she met Ritchie's surprised look. She followed the blade to its handle to find two dark hands gripping her katana.

"I thought you might need this." Macleod said as he lowered the sword.

"I need my head more." Andi responded as she rubbed her neck.

"Sorry Andi." Ritchie said sheepishly. "We thought you could have been someone…else."

Andi graced him with a smile of forgiveness. Ritchie nodded and moved toward the door. Andi noticed the tension in the room for the first time. Macleod and Ritchie had a tentative friendship for the past several years. That was one of the reasons Andi had chosen Ritchie's place to stay. She had figured it was the last place that Macleod would have looked for her; she guessed wrong. She moved out of Ritchie's way so he could make his escape from the Highlander.

"I want to take you to dinner." Macleod announced.

Andi frowned slightly; it had been a long time since she had spent time alone with her old teacher. She knew that Amanda was not fond of her and therefore the Highlander did not want to show her special attention.

"Does Amanda know?" Andi asked in all seriousness.

"I do not need Amanda's permission to take out an old student." Andi gave him a playful smile. "If you say so, old man, I would like to change first."

"Oh right, of course." Macleod said taking in her appearance for the first time. Andi ducked into the empty bedroom and reappeared within a few moments in dry clothing and wet hair pulled back. Macleod, like other men, marveled at her ability to be ready on a moments notice and still look attractive. He thought it had something to do with the fact that she was not aware of her attractiveness. Unlike Amanda who know men found her attractive and used that her advantage. Macleod offered his arm to the young woman and escorted her to his car.

Once they were inside and buckled up Andi turned to her "date."

"Duncan, what do you want?"

"To spend time with you." The immortal answered without looking at her.

"If you are trying to protect me…I-I don't need it."

"Have you talked with Methos?"

Andi gave a small sound of assent and turned back towards the front of the car.

"And?"

"And nothing. Nothing happened."

"He told you about…"Macleod let the question drop.

"Yes." Andi let out an audible sigh. "Duncan, what do you want?"

"To take you to dinner."

Andi frowned again but remained silent. Duncan was never this evasive about anything. But if he wanted to taker her to dinner than she would enjoy the free meal.

"How long did you know Darius?" Macleod asked breaking the silence.

"Not as long as you." She answered simply, finally realizing what was bothering the immortal.

"Duncan, lets skip dinner and just take me to my flat. I think it's time I give Ritchie his privacy back."

Macleod nodded and turned the car left instead of right. In a few silent moments they were parked outside of Andi's building. She kept a flat in Paris, even though she stayed with Methos. The other immortal's used the place as an expensive storage unit.

"I'll take you up." Macleod offered.

"Thank you, Duncan, but I'll be fine." The Highlander nodded. Andi placed her hand on the door handle.

"Mac…"She turned to look at her mentor. "You and Darius were caught up in a situation that was beyond your control. There was nothing you could have done."

Andi reached out and took Macleod's large hand into her own.

"Darius's death was not your fault." With a slight squeeze of his hand, Andi exited the car. She hoped that someday the immortal would believe the truth in her words.