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Warning: Potty language

Chapter 37

They made it to Devil's Tower without further incident. Daniel remained dead, much to everyone's relief. However, as they drew closer to the natural monument they realized that it would be difficult to explain the dead body in the back seat to the park rangers, no matter how high up their personal request had come from. Dead bodies always tended to attract attention.

Adam pulled off to the side of the road and let Jack and Sam exchange seats. While Sam was a warrior in her own right, competent and smart, she didn't have it in her to kill Daniel, even temporarily, despite the knowledge that he would survive and that it would be for the best. She was ruthless enough on the battlefield, but not ruthless enough to deliberately kill a friend out of her own violation. Luckily, Jack and Teal'c were ruthless enough to do it, knowing that in the long run, Daniel would understand and forgive them.

They tied Daniel's hands securely in front of him and then covered the bindings with an old blanket. Jack and Teal'c then sat firmly on either side of the immortal, ready for anything that their favorite nutcase could throw at them.

As an added precaution, Adam had his gun ready.

"Remove the knife Sam and sit back," the Immortal told her, turning around to face his old friend.

She pulled the knife out of Daniel's chest and sat back, watching the familiar light show heal the injury.

Soon, Danil was back, sucking in a lung-full of air. As soon as he was able, he growled in frustration, feeling the bindings at his wrists and the unbreakable holds Jack and Teal'c had on his arms. Despite being unable to move, he squirmed around, hoping that one of them would slip up and let him go.

"Danil," Methos began, his voice even and tempered. "Stop trying to get away. If you try, I will shoot you again. You need help, but if you do anything to threaten your friends or myself, I will kill you."

Danil smiled a nasty smile. "Methos, how good to see you – you fucking traitor. This is how you repay me? After all the times I took in you and your brothers when you were tired from all of your raping, pillaging, and plundering, you rise up against me? I never said anything against any of you, hell, I let that fucking animal Caspian live when I should have killed him fifty times over, and now you side with these ignorant mortals, declaring that I need help." Danil spat the words at his long-time friend.

"There was a time when you and the other Horsemen had raided a caravan, killing everyone in it, after raping the women in front of their men and beating the children to death. Little did you know that half of the men were away on a hunting party and were returning just as you slit the throat of your last victim? They chased you for days across the wilderness, shot you all full of arrows, killing you several times over in the process. By the time you arrived at my home, your horses were nearly dead, you had no place to go, with little hope of surviving. The people in the caravan would have torn all four of you to bloody pieces, ending your lives in a most permanent way. But in the end, I gave you shelter and protection, helping you hold off your pursuers, while putting my own people's lives at risk, when it would have been so much easier to feed you to the wolves." At this he smirked, seeing the looks of horror on the others' faces.

"What, you didn't tell your new, best friends about your time as Death? I'm surprised Methos. After all, you were so proud of yourselves back then. But look at you now, all clothed and decked out in civility. Tell me, what did your brothers say when you turned on them and helped kill them? I bet they never saw that coming – Death betraying War, Famine, and Pestilence. You fucking coward!"

Methos looked at him with cold, grey eyes, with little more than contempt. "Nice Danil, ever so nice. You really are a charmer aren't you? They know about my time as Death. It was a long time ago and I've moved on. You need to too; we want Daniel back. As I said, if you do anything against any of us or try to escape, I will kill you and take your head if necessary. You've known me long enough to know I don't make idle threats. Keep quiet or else."

Danil, instinctively understanding that now wasn't the time to try to escape, sat back, his blue eyes frosty with hate, waiting for the right moment. He sat back, watching everyone, especially Methos, trying to find a chink in their armor, one that would allow him to make a run for it. It didn't matter that he was in the middle of nowhere. He had had that happen to him before and he had survived. At his core, he knew, he was a survivor and this too would soon pass. But not before he took out his wrath on his betrayers.

He secretly wondered what it would feel like to kill O'Neill and to take the Jaffa's larval Goa'uld and crush it as the alien laid there dying from the lack of an immunity system. He wondered what Sam would taste like. Would she scream or cry, or would she put up a fight?

Most of all, he wondered what Methos' Quickening would be like. Would it be as powerful as his or more so? Would it fill him with enough power to be the One, the last Immortal destined to rule the world for all eternity? How ever it would be, he knew that he would enjoy every second while taking the Old Man's head.

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They made their way to the park's main entrance. Even though it was well after hours, they were met there by a park ranger. Upon seeing their ids, he left them pass through the main gate and on to the monument itself, unescorted.

Methos carefully drove along the winding road, silently cursing the raccoons and possums that kept darting out into the road. He parked in the lot, close to the main trail's path. He turned to Danil in the back seat, appraising the mad as a shit-house rat Immortal.

"We're on Holy Ground now. Don't even think about trying any of your shit. While I may not be able to kill you, Jack and Teal'c are free to do so."

Danil smirked at him. "You can't stay on Holy Ground forever old man." He didn't doubt for a second who would win in a fight between him and Methos; his ego was out of control, making him think he was ten-feet tall and bulletproof.

"Shut the fuck up Danil. I'm not impressed," Methos said in a bored tone, like he had heard all of this before. Considering his lengthy time on planet Earth, it was likely he had. "Besides, you don't even have your sword. What are you going to do, talk my head off?" Sarcasm was such a wonderful weapon to have at one's disposal.

Moving carefully, they brought Danil out of the car, never taking their eyes off the man.

He struggled against the tight grip his teammates had on him, but couldn't break free. It was pointless to fight them as they marched him up the path. He let his shoulders sag and his feet started to drag, showing to all that he wasn't going to fight them any longer, that he knew he was defeated.

By relaxing his muscles, Jack and Teal'c for a split second did not have as tight of a grip on him as they had when he was tense. All it took was that second for Danil to make an escape from his kidnappers. He kicked Jack in the knee, knowing that was the mortal's weak spot. He elbowed Teal'c in the chest, disrupting the Jaffa's attempt to reel him back in.

Danil took off, moving off the path and on to rocky and uneven ground. While running across this patch of ground would not have been all that hard in the daytime, attempting to do so in the middle of the night by only the light of the moon, with one's hands tied, made it slow going. He stumbled and nearly fell several times as he picked his way among the bothersome rocks and loose soil.

Jack, cursing up a blue streak, calling Daniel every name he could think of, hobbled around a bit on his one remaining good leg. He reached into the waistband of his jeans and pulled out the knife they had used to stab Daniel with earlier. Grimacing, he straightened up and squinting in the darkness, he made out the fleeing figure.

Throwing the knife, end over end, it embedded itself in his back. It didn't kill him, but was enough to stop his futile flight for freedom.

Teal'c strode across the rocky field to the fallen form on the ground. He picked Daniel up and hit him squarely in the face, breaking the Immortal's nose and knocking him unconscious. Teal'c hated doing such a dishonorable thing to his friend, but he didn't want to lose, physically and psychologically, his friend. Personal feelings and any qualms about hurting Daniel had to be put aside.

"Stab the bastard in the heart before he heals and wakes up," Methos advised.

Teal'c took the knife out of Daniel's back and swiftly knifed him in the heart, abhorrence for the act clearly on his face.

He then picked the lifeless form up and carried him in his arms back to the group. Once they were together, they continued to follow Methos down the path.

A/N: Well, what do you think? Hit the shiny review button and let me know, good or bad.

This is short I know, but it hopefully sets up the next chapter. A couple of people have commented on how my Daniel is pretty dark. Yes and no. Daniel at the core is still a pretty good guy, but Danil (not exactly a multiple personality thing) is more primitive and instinctual layer to the over all character. We all have a baser level to ourselves, this is just more extreme and in your face. I've seen other Highlander/SG1 crossovers where Daniel is pretty much a solidly good guy. While I am not saying that this is bad, I just want my characterization to have a darker side and be different. I hope this will give him some dimensionality and adds a twist to the story. Besides, if I hadn't, then this story would have been over back around chapter 10.

I've also come to the realization that this monster is possibly the longest single thing I have ever written. It's over two hundred typed pages! My Master's thesis wasn't this long! What I am trying to say here is this couldn't have happened with out such wonderful readers and reviewers like you guys. You have really helped to inspire me to be a better writer and learn from criticisms and comments made by others. Thank you so much.

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