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Author's Note: Hi everyone. Here is the last of the postcard chapters. I'm sure there are some of you out there who are jumping for joy that it is the last. Some even said they made the story drag a little - I don't. They were done for a bit of fun and there were little tip bits in each chapter. Well here is the last one. I hope you enjoy it. Update (2014): For those of you who have read this story, or if it is your first time. I've gone back and did some work on the chapters trying to find any mistakes that needed fixing. If I've missed any, please let me know.

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Chapter 36: Aloha

Wailea, Maui, Hawaii – October 1997

Nyssa rolled over onto her side. The early hours of the morning had always been her favourite part of the day. She ran her fingers gently over Methos' shoulder. Perhaps once they got back to the SGC, they could find a planet somewhere and just disappear for the next 70 or 80 years.

"You're thinking again," Methos said softly.

She chuckled. "It's one of my bad habits."

"Well stop it and go back to sleep it's too early," he grumbled, rolling onto his back.

Smiling, Nyssa rested her head on his chest while those industrious fingers of hers caressed his stomach. "Go to sleep, old man."

"Insolent child," he mumbled.

She chuckled softly and closed her eyes, feeling his fingers brush through her hair as she drifted off to sleep.

The sun was streaming through curtains billowing inwards with the gentle breeze, when they awoke to a banging at the front door and the presence of an Immortal.

Nyssa groaned, "Whoever it is, I'm going to kill them." She pulled herself out of bed and grabbed her sword.

"Not if I get to them first." Methos grabbed his as he got out of bed and followed her out of the bedroom.

No one, other than Heather, knew they were there – not even Daniel.

Gabby had heard the banging and sensed the Immortal as well. She opened the bedroom door and looked out.

"Stay there, we don't know who it is yet," Nyssa ordered.

The young Immortal looked amused. "So you're facing them in that?"

Methos couldn't see anything wrong with the white satin negligee Nyssa was wearing. "Looks okay to me."

Gabby shook her head, stepped back and closed her bedroom door.

Chuckling, Methos followed Nyssa to the front door. He only had boxers on but in terms of coverage, by comparison with Nyssa, at least he was dressed.

Nyssa waited until he stood opposite her, then with her sword ready, she opened the door to be greeted by a smiling, unshaven face.

"Connor, you young pup!" She dropped her sword in the umbrella stand and hugged him.

Connor MacLeod laughed heartily and hugged her back. "You're looking good, old girl."

"Thank you," she said cheerfully and kissed him. "It's good to see you."

Methos rested his sword against his shoulder. "Get inside you Scottish barbarian," he said with a grin. "And put my wildcat down."

Connor released Nyssa. "How are you, old man?"

Methos shut the door and put his sword into the umbrella stand too. "Good. What are you doing here?"

"Visiting friends."

Nyssa playfully punched his shoulder. "How did you know we were here?"

He laughed. "Hey this is me."

She rolled her eyes. "Heather told you."

"Well she did mention you were going to be here."

Methos shook his head. "So much for keeping a low profile."

That made Conner curious. "What's going on?"

Nyssa sighed and rubbed her temples. "I need coffee," she mumbled and headed for the kitchen.

"Good idea," Methos agreed and ushered Connor into the kitchen.

The Highlander was still curious. He watched Nyssa potter around the kitchen, getting the coffee ready.

"So what's going on?"

"Coffee first," she told him.

Methos chuckled. "You don't get between her and her coffee."

That made Connor chuckle.

Once the coffee was made, they sat at the kitchen table.

"Spill, what's going on?" Connor asked them.

Methos saw he was going to have to explain it. "There's an organization of mortals who watch, record and don't interfere in the lives of Immortals. They're called Watchers."

"Watchers?"

Nyssa nodded. "They have tattoos like this." She showed him her wrist.

Connor noticed she wasn't the only one who had one. "You were part of this organization?"

"What better place to hide but among those who watch us?" Methos grinned. "We got to research ourselves and keep ourselves mythical."

"So what went wrong?" he asked them, guessing.

"We were outed to Duncan by Cassandra whose watcher outed us to the Watcher Council."

"That bloody witch!" Conner cursed. "So they know who you are?"

Both nodded and he cursed some more.

"What's done is done, Connor," Nyssa told him. "Thankfully we're still pretty much an enigma among our fellow Immortals."

"So who are you at the moment?"

"Zoe Pierson and Adam Dawson."

Connor grinned. "I'll try and remember."

Nyssa rolled her eyes. "Insolent Scottish pup."

"Aye and you like me that way," he said and laughed.

Gabby wandered into the kitchen. "I gave up on trying to go back to sleep." She gave their guest the once over. "I take it since you didn't take his head, you know him." She got herself coffee.

"Gabby Thomson, Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. Heather's teacher," Nyssa introduced.

She was surprised. "Wow, really? Cool."

"A pleasure to meet you, lass," Connor said with a cheeky grin, standing. He looked to Methos. "You're as bad as Duncan. You're always finding the fine women."

Methos chuckled.

"Who is Duncan?" Gabby inquired, frowning.

"Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod," Nyssa explained. "Same clan, different vintage."

"Goddamn boy scout," Methos said sarcastically. .

That caused Connor to laugh. "And he hasn't rubbed off on the both of you. You're playing babysitter to this lovely lass."

Gabby arched an eyebrow and put her coffee down. "Oh they're not babysitting me. I could have gone to Heather's home anytime and just waited for her." She moved closer to him, enough for him to realise she didn't have anything under the near see-through nightie she wore. "I stayed because..." She ran a finger over his jaw. "I'm very, very, good in bed." She kissed his lips, sucking on his bottom lip; her smile when she pulled back was that of a born seductress. "Perhaps if you're good, I'll show you." She ran her finger over his lips and then walked out of the kitchen with her coffee.

Connor stood there with his mouth open.

"Need a cold shower, Connor?" Nyssa asked him.

"Bloody hell, old girl, what have you been teaching her?" He demanded.

"Seduction 101," she purred sexily. "She's a very, very willing student."

Connor pulled his gaze back to them and retook his seat. "I think I need something stronger than coffee."

Smiling, Methos got up and poured him a scotch, putting the glass in front of him before returning to his chair.

Connor downed it in one mouthful it made him gasp a little. "Damn. " He then laughed heartily. "Heather is going to have her hands full with that one. I may have to stick around."

Methos and Nyssa merely smiled, then laughed with him.

Getting control of himself, Connor sat back. "So, is my little rosebud coming here or are we taking the young seductress to her?"

"Heather is coming here. That way it will look like she found Gabby while she was away," Nyssa revealed.

"And then?"

"And then we're going to disappear for a while," Methos informed him.

"Sanctuary?"

The older Immortal chuckled. "Something better," he said and saw the curious look from the Highlander. "The US Air Force."

"You're kidding?"

"No, we're not," Nyssa answered with a grin.

The Highlander shook his head. "You're both bloody mad."

"I would say old and wise," Methos said cheekily.

"Me too," Nyssa agreed with the same grin.

Connor shook his head again. "Mad, the both of ya." Both just looked smug. He gave up, "Your funeral."

Methos snorted. "I've had a few of those."

"Me too," Nyssa stated and got up. She ran those talented fingers of hers over his shoulder. "I'm going to change."

The older Immortal felt his sensors go into overdrive and he watched her walk out of the kitchen.

Connor did as well. "You know old man, you're damn lucky."

"I know," Methos stated. "In more ways than you can imagine."

"Oh I can imagine quite a bit."

The older Immortal sat back and laughed. "It's good to have you here, Connor."

"Aye it is," the Highlander said with a grin, then became sombre. "Now tell me what is going on with that kinsman of mine?"

Methos sighed. "He's gone off somewhere, brooding."

"Why?" Connor saw the mixed emotions in the older Immortals' eyes; anger was one of them. "Methos?"

"He took Richie's head."

"His student? Why? The boy was like a son to him."

Methos explained what had happened. The whole thing still left a bad taste in his mouth. In five thousand years, he'd never seen any demon.

Connor shook his head in dismay. "So you and Nyssa have been travelling around ever since."

"She would have taken his head, Connor, without remorse. Richie had become like a son to her. His death hit her hard."

"Aye it would have, which explains why she didn't volunteer to train Gabby."

"She's not ready to take on another student, let alone let herself become close to one."

Connor sighed. "Getting away was the best thing ya could have done for her, old man."

Methos nodded. He stood. "One thing though, Connor. I didn't stop her because of your kinsman. I stopped her from taking his head because I don't want her going down the path of darkness again," he said and walked out of the kitchen.

Connor sat there. He knew there was a lot of their past he didn't know about, most of it paved in the blood of others, that much he had gathered. Whatever it was, he had a feeling it was best he didn't know about it.

AAD

Heather McCrea admired the house as she drove up to it. What made her feel even more comfortable was the fact she knew it was on holy ground. There had once been a monastery and church on this land about a hundred or so years ago. The remains of both were still visible and no Immortal would ever take a head here. This was a sanctuary to those who had built the house on the land.

Stopping the car, Heather got out, sensing a strong Immortal presence. There was more than one Immortal in the house, a fact she'd known all along. Who opened the door, however, wasn't who she'd been expecting.

"Connor!" She hurried over and hugged the highlander. "What are you doing here?"

"Visiting Zoe and Adam," he said cheerfully and laughed. "Look at you, my little rosebud. You've grown your hair, you look quite mature."

She laughed. "Connor," she pulled back, grinning. "You old flirt."

He laughed. "Just how you like me, lass."

"Of course." She followed him inside.

Shutting the door, he guided her into the living room. Nyssa and Methos welcomed her warmly with hugs and then introduced Gabby to her.

Connor had a wicked twinkle in his eyes. "She's going to be a handful, rosebud, perhaps I should hang around for a while."

Heather giggled softly. "And have you corrupt her more?"

"Corrupt? We don't corrupt!" Nyssa said indignantly.

Gabby rolled her eyes. "Oh please, I was so innocent until I got killed and met you two."

"Why thank you, Gabs," Methos said smugly. "That just proves we've done a fine job."

Connor put his arm around Heather's waist. "Rosebud, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into," he mused.

"I'm starting to believe you," she remarked. "And to think Grams considers them angels."

"Them?" Connor said disbelievingly.

The five of them started laughing and Methos and Nyssa both knew they'd made the right decision.

All too soon though it was time for Heather and Gabby to leave and Connor was going with them. While he packed her things into the car, Gabby said her goodbyes.

Gabby hugged them both. "I want to thank you for all you did for me and all you taught me."

Methos chuckled. "Any time, we enjoyed it too."

"Just don't mention it to Heather just yet. I don't think she's ready," Nyssa advised lightly. "Connor on the other hand..."

The young Immortal grinned. "Oh I'm sure Connor and I will get along." She hugged them both again. "Perhaps one day you'll tell me who you both really are?"

"One day," Nyssa promised.

"Watch your head, Gabs." Methos told her.

"I will."

Connor and Heather came over to them. "Time to go, Gabby," the latter informed her.

She nodded.

Connor slapped Methos on the shoulder. "Take care, old man."

"You too, Highlander."

Nyssa hugged him. "It was good to see you again."

"You too, old girl." He cupped her face and kissed her tenderly. "Watch your head."

"Always," she promised. "Look out for them both."

"Will do," he said with a wink, and then laughed. "Hey it's me."

Nyssa laughed. "That's what worries me."

He laughed some more and then hugged her again, before he left with Heather and Gabby.

Methos slipped his arm around Nyssa's waist as they watched the car drive away. "So, little one, what shall we do now?"

She rested her head against his shoulder. "I think it's time to go back to Colorado Springs, discreetly of course."

He smiled. "I can do discreet."

Nyssa couldn't help but laugh. "Oh I know that fact so well."

"I know," he mused and in true caveman style, picked her up, throw her over his shoulder and carried her back into the house while she laughed and held on.

"Very discreet, old man," she giggled.

"Insolent child," he mused and kicked the door shut.

AAD

Colorado Springs, USA

Stargate Command

Teal'c looked at the gift that had arrived for him from Zoe Pierson and her friend. The two dolls were dressed in grass skirts and wobbled.

Daniel tried not to laugh, but when the Jaffa had walked into his office with the box and proceeded to open it, the sight of the two dolls had been as amusing as the look on Teal'c's face. "They're dashboard dolls," he explained.

"I have no dashboard, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c stated the obvious.

"I know, but you don't need one."

Teal'c arched an eyebrow. The Tau'ri were hard to understand at times.

Jack and Sam walked into the office.

"Hey kids, Siler said he'd delivered the mail," the Colonel noted. He saw the dolls. "From Zoe?"

"Indeed," Teal'c remarked.

"Did you get a postcard, Daniel?" Sam asked, smiling at little at Teal'c reaction.

"Yeah," he held it up. On the front was a map of the Hawaiian Islands. He read what was on the back aloud. "Dear Danny, Having a wonderful time. Wish you were here."

Jack snorted. "They could have invited us."

"Perhaps next time, Jack, after all it's my house they're staying in," Daniel said casually, smiling as Jack and Sam looked at him shocked. "What? I had a rich adopted mother."

Jack shook his head. Trust Nyssa to put the house in Daniel's name. "Way to go, Danny."

Teal'c once again arched an eyebrow and once again decided he didn't not understand his Tau'ri friends.

AAD

To be continued in Chapter 37: Beware Immortals bearing gifts

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