Elissa studied her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was up in a loose bun with tendrils of hair hanging down. She had curled them into ringlets. The midnight blue dress was cut about four inches above her thigh with a kick slit in back. The v-neckline would have shown her normal bras so she had purchased a bra the same color of the dress but made for low necklines. It was also a push up bra so her already abundant cleavage was shown to advantage. The sleeves were short with a little puff to them and the back zipped. Nothing showy. She finished putting on brown eyeliner and then added brown mascara. Her lipstick was called dark cherry and was almost a burgundy. She took one final look in the mirror and then put her sapphire teardrop earrings on and matching necklace. She then put on her three and a half inch black patent pumps and walked out of the bathroom, grabbing her small black purse along the way.
She found Methos in the computer room; one leg over her computer chair's arm the other leg had its foot braced against one of the shelves. He was reading her dictionary of Arthurian Lor and Legend. She leaned her back against the doorway, grasping her purse in front of her, "you ready?" she inquired.
Methos looked up from his book, and swiftly closed it, not caring that he had lost his place. He immediately swaggered over to her, "My my, don't we clean up nice?" He smiled as he spoke. She blushed a cherry red and he smiled even more. "I guess my sweater and jeans won't cut it if I am to escort such a lovely Lady."
She hit him on the arm with her purse, "Your sweater and jeans are fine. And quit making me blush!"
He looked at her purse, "What do you need that for?"
"Well to keep my wallet in so I can pay for dinner."
"Oh no, no no. I don't think so. I asked you out remember? Unless you need your purse otherwise this is my treat."
She looked at him. "You're sure?" She asked meekly.
"You expect to pay?" He was amazed.
"I've never--"
"You have never been taken out and had someone pay?"
"Well no."
"How old are you again?"
"Twenty seven."
"And how many dates have you had?"
"Well my ex and I went out but I always paid."
"After your ex?"
"Always went Dutch."
"Well not tonight. Tonight you get the royal treatment and I won't take no for an answer." He took the purse and set it on top of the nearest bookshelf. "Now then do you have a wrap?"
She giggled at the old fashioned term, "yes. I have a coat." She stopped by the hallway closet and took out a black velvet shoulder wrap. It was lined in black satin and had genuine sheepskin sewn in between the velvet and the satin. Her grandmother had made it for her. Methos gave her his arm and she shyly took it.
She waited impatiently in his studio apartment. She was pacing the floor and scrutinizing every detail. He was in the bathroom changing. He emerged wearing a forest green silk shirt and black pleated trousers. Complete with the rolled up cuffs and pressed in creases. He even had a pair of brown tasseled loafers and forest green socks. Over his arm he carried his long black trench coat.
"My my, "Elissa smiled, "What, you don't have a sweater for all occasions?"
"It's not that I don't own a sweater for all occasions, it's that I don't think jeans are appropriate with you on my arm. I would look like a pauper."
"Oh I doubt that! I like you in jeans."
"You don't like me in trousers?" the corners of his mouth turned up in the effort of trying not to smile.
"It's not that." She said blushing, "I am used to the more relaxed look on you."
He studied her, "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were nervous."
She giggled in response. He gave her his arm and they both walked out the door.
Methos pulled up behind the dojo and lead the way to the stairs that went up the back to MacLeods loft. He impatiently knocked on the door. Elise stood a step below him and grasped his forearm. He affectionately patted her hand.
"You know these people. Why are you nervous?"
"Do you realize how long it's been since I have dated? Much less gone out? I don't know if I remember my manners!"
"Screw the manners! Just have a good time."
She was about ready to comment when Duncan opened the door.
"M-Adam you know how to use the elevator!" He then saw Elissa, "Welcome to my humble abode." He stepped back and held the door open for them.
Amanda was just coming from the kitchen area clad in a slinky short black spaghetti strapped dress and high heels, her hair down and barely skimming the tops of her shoulders. She gave first Elissa then Adam a hug, "My my don't you two look spiffy!"
Elissa blushed and Adam smirked, "Well I have to dress as good as my date at least!"
Duncan pondered them, "You know Adam, I think this is the first time I have ever seen you in something besides jeans and a sweater."
"It will probably be the last," he muttered.
Duncan hugged Elissa, he noticed she stiffened slightly then relaxed, "And you, need to wear dresses more often!"
Amanda grabbed the highlander's arm protectively, "Not if she's going to steal my date!"
Elissa smiled, "Trust me, Amanda, you have nothing to worry about!"
"Well shall we go? Our reservation is at six and it is ten minutes to." Commented Duncan.
A few minutes later they were seated at a cozy table for four with a view of the lights of Seacouver glittering over the water. The hurricane candles at every table provided the only light in the restaurant. Methos took Elise's wrap and placed it on the back of her chair.
"I am fully capable--"
He put his finger to her lips, "I know. I told you: you were going to receive the royal treatment. So deal with it."
"But--"
"AH, AH, AH" he tutted, "No ifs, ands, or buts. You are going to be treated like a lady and I am going to act like a gentleman."
"You a gentleman?" Amanda scoffed as she sipped her glass of Merlot.
"I figure I've been friends with Macleod long enough, something had to rub off." Adam countered.
Elissa smiled and sipped her white zinfandel. Hiding the laughter she felt rising inside her. Adam captured her hand in his and squeezed it. She turned and looked at him her eyes twinkling. She sat her glass down and looked at him, "Remember, once we get back to Joe's the gloves are off. I go back to being my capable self and you go back to well whatever you would like to call it."
Duncan laughed, "You mean being ungentlemanly?"
"I didn't think that was a word." Elissa commented.
Amanda smiled, "Who cares? If the shoe fits he can wear it!"
Methos and Elissa followed Duncan and Amanda to Joe's. They thought it would be easier after the performance to go back to two separate cars because Joe's was the halfway point between Duncan's and Methos. They were all laughing when they walked through the door. The place was packed but instead of Joe's band playing they heard someone off key but carrying a tune singing Billy Joel's, "Your always a woman." They made their way to the bar.
"Uncle Joe, I thought you were playing tonight?"
"Don't worry, just taking a break. We do Friday night Karaoke in-between sets."
"Oh."
"Why don't you get up there?"
"Uncle Joe! I don't sing for crowds remember?"
"I remember you singing a couple of times for Christmas Eve service!"
"You sing?" Adam asked.
"In the shower."
"She sang "O Holy Night" and I swear everyone had goose bumps."
"That was because they had turned down the heater at the church expecting more people to be there. How were they to know it was going to dump ten inches of snow in the early evening?"
"It was not. "
Amanda looked at her and smiled secretively. Duncan saw the glint in her eye, "What do you plan on doing?"
"Oh nothing much."
"Oh nothing much? I have only seen that look when you are about to do something illegal!"
"Oh this isn't illegal. Trust me." She called Mike over.
"How can I help you?"
"Get the lady's attention that's talking to Joe." He nodded in affirmation and was off.
Methos had found an empty stool next to Duncan. For the most part ignoring the by play going on between Joe and Elissa. He looked at Amanda, "What are you planning?"
"Me? Nothing why?"she asked innocently.
"I saw the look."
"Why is it everyone thinks I'm up to something?"
"Because, my dear, you usually are." Duncan said with a peck on her cheek.
"Fine, the only thing I am doing is insuring Elise has a good time."
"How good of a time?" Methos asked.
"Not to the point you're thinking."
"And what would I be thinking?"
Amanda smiled her I know that look smile, "I saw the way you were looking at her tonight. Grant it she was giving some looks of her own."
"Oh really? And how was I looking at her?"he drawled.
"One word 'Lunch'."
"I was not."
"Were to."
"Was not. I was just admiring the view." he answered smirking.
"And so much more! Adam I know how you look at women and that woman has caught your fancy so don't deny it." Amanda admonished.
"Wouldn't matter. You'd still think what you want anyway." He took a drink of his beer that miraculously appeared in front of him, "How precisely was she looking at me?"
Amanda giggled, "Starved." With that she got up and stood next to Elise whispering in her ear.
Elissa looked at Amanda, "I haven't done something like that in ages I don't know."
"I promise you just say when. But at least do one with me." she pleaded.
"Oh what the hell it's not like I'm driving."
Amanda beamed, "Alrighty then! Joe two double shots of iced tequila."
"Coming right up."
Duncan and Adam turned to watch as the ladies had tequila glasses set in front of them. Mike brought a saltshaker and a slice of lime for each one. "Looks like it's going to get interesting." Duncan remarked.
Adam grinned, "Are you complaining?"
Duncan flushed a bit, "No. Thank God tomorrow is a Saturday, I can sleep in."
"Then I'll make sure Elissa and I are at your door at eight for breakfast."
"You're staying at her house?"
"Yes, Evan managed to break into the place. He left flowers for her."
"So you're playing bodyguard."
"Yup."
"And boyfriend?"
"Working on that."
"Looks like you're already her boyfriend. Don't you mean working on lover?"
Methos just smirked as he took another swig of his beer.
Elissa finished the second double shot and was giggling, "Okay, enough for now. I've already had a glass of wine tonight I need to take it easy."
"Oh come on now, that was at the restaurant! It's been at least three hours!"
"Still I haven't done this in a long time so I don't want to end up wasted."
"Okay. But how about a blowjob?"
"A what?" she gasped.
"It's a drink, Lisey." Joe offered.
"What's in it?"
"It's a B-52."
"Ohhh is it that drink with the whip cream on top and you can't use your hands?"
"You guessed it. The college students like it." Joe explained.
"I wonder why." Elissa commented innocently. "Oh what the hell" she then leaned over and whispered to Amanda, "Maybe it will give Adam something to think about."
Amanda gave her an equally wicked grin, "I know it will Duncan."
Methos and Duncan both picked up their glasses and headed toward the giggling ladies, "They are definitely up to something." Methos commented.
"I know. I know that giggle." Duncan said as he grinned ear to ear.
"You don't sound to upset, Mac."
"Not at all."
When they got to the end of the bar Mike had just set the two whipped cream topped glasses in front of Elissa and Amanda. They both dutifully put their hands behind their backs and grinned at each other. Both noting the men standing off to the side. Elissa started to slowly lick the whip cream out of the glass, using her tongue like a spoon. Once all of it was gone she took the glass in her mouth and drank the beige liquid in one gulp. She then sucked the glass into her mouth, bent her head to the bar and placed the glass with a final kiss to the rim on the bar. Amanda smirked at her and shook her head as she finished the last of the whip cream from her lips.
"You are such a tease!"
"But I'm good at tease!" was the cocky reply.
"I'll say." Adam chimed in taking a napkin and pantomimed whipping the drool from his chin. Duncan was laughing at the action. Elissa blushed and Adam whispered in her ear, "And what else can you do with that mouth of yours?"
"Don't you wish you knew?" she breathed as a shiver coursed through her.
"Do I ever." He retorted. When she blushed even more he smiled and told her quietly, "You're the one that said when we got here the gloves were off."
"I did." She giggled hiding her sudden shyness.
Joe's band started a slow song. Adam looked at Elissa, his eyes shinning, "Would you care to dance?"
"If you don't mind me stepping on your feet I'd love to." He grabbed her hand and lead her to the dance floor.
"Here, place your hand over my heart like this," he took her hand and held it over his heart with his hand. He placed her other hand upon his shoulder and he settled his other hand onto her waist. "Now follow the rhythm of my heart and you shouldn't have a problem with stepping on my feet."
Elissa did as he instructed. A couple of times she lost her concentration because she was becoming all to aware exactly how close she was to him. She could smell his cologne and under that smell him. The song was soon over and they parted ever so slightly. He bent down and whispered in her ear, "you okay?"
"Yeah, I just need to get a breathe of air."
"Here, let's go out back then." He lead her off the dance floor and when they walked by Duncan and Amanda Methos said something and Duncan nodded. He then walked on down the hall, past Joe's office to the back door.
Once they were outside Elissa leaned against the brick wall of the building and Adam stood in front of her, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just don't like crowds. I start feeling like a sardine."
"I wouldn't know what a sardine feels like."
She smiled at his sarcasim. After taking a couple of deep even breathes she turned, "You ready?"
"Lead the way."
When they got back the bar Amanda and Duncan were dancing. Elissa and Adam sat on the stools. Mike came over, "Want another shot?"
"No thank you, a Kahlua and cream would be fine thank you."
He looked at Adam, "Your usual?"
"Yeah."
A few moments later they had their drinks. "So," Adam raised his voice and leaned over toward her ear so she could hear him, "Did you like Madame Butterfly?"
"Yes. Couldn't you tell?"
"I was to busy watching you trying not to cry."
"Okay so I'm sentimental."
"That's not a bad thing."
She turned her head, "I didn't see you crying."
"I have seen it several times I knew what was coming."
"I see." she smiled at him he smiled back. They were lost in each others eyes. Someone cleared their throat. They both looked up. Elissa's smile vanished from her pale face. She straightened and immidiately dropped Methos' hand.
Methos looked at her and turned his head to where Elissa was looking. A tall man with expertly cut sandy blonde hair dressed in a double breasted navy silk suit was smiling at her. His camel hair coat was draped over his arm. Methos firmly clasped Elissa's hand
"Elissa, is that anyway to greet your husband?" he then fixed his cool blue eyed gaze on their clasped hands. He glared at Adam, "And what do you think you're doing with my wife?"
Methos opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by Elissa, "Evan, we are divorced. I am NOT your wife and it is none of your concern who I keep company with."
His smile turned sinister, "Need I remind you what the consequences are for back talking me?"
Elissa gulped. She realized she didn't hear any music playing. She had no time to figure out why however because Evan had taken a step forward. "I know what the consequences are." she answered quietly.
He looked at Adam, "You're lucky I'm in a good mood. If you leave now I promise no harm will come to you."
Adam sneered, "Are you threatening me?"
"No. I do not threaten, that Mr. Pierson, is a promise." he arrogantly commented.
"So you do know me."
"I know who you are. After all we belong to the same 'brotherhood'," he flipped over his wrist as if to check his watch. The purple tattoo was there.
"I see." Adam replied.
"Excuse me, but you aren't welcome here," Joe came up from behind.
"Why, good to see you too, Joseph. What do you mean I'm not welcome here? I haven't done anything wrong."
"I have the right to refuse service and I'm refusing service."
"But I haven't come here for a drink or to listen to your music, I just came here for my wife." he turned once again to Elissa, "Darling, now please before you make a scene."
"No, Evan, I am not going with you."
He took an exasperated breath, "Now, Elissa Darling, do you want me to get mad? You know what happens when I get mad."
"I am not going." she gritted her teeth.
A menacing smile tugged at his lips and he started to laugh, "Well well, now this is priceless. Have you found your backbone? Or is it because you actually have feelings for this one?"
Elissa continued to stare at him. Joe and Mike came up on either side of Evan, "That's enough. Get out of my bar."
Evan backed off, "I'll see you again soon, Elissa, this time you won't have your friends around. Remember I exact my payment. And you know what my payment is." With that he turned and left.
Joe looked at her, "Lisey, I don't want to know what his payment is do I?"
"A pound of flesh and ounce of blood. Or however that saying goes." came the distant reply.
Amanda appeared holding a shot of tequila, "Here," she handed it to Elissa, "You look like you need this." Elissa didn't say anything and drank it down. When the glass was empty Amanda took it and handed her another shot.
Elissa drank it and then looked at Amanda, a weak smile on her lips, "Did Adam pay you to get me drunk?"
Amanda smiled at her try for humor, "No this is my idea. You look like you should drink a whole bottle of the stuff."
"Well I'd like another one at least."
"Another shot of Tequila, coming right up."
Joe's band was back playing. Duncan sat on one side of her and Methos was on the other side. "Look you two, he did what he came to do. We won't be seeing him again this evening."
"It doesn't hurt to be cautious."
"Mac's right, there is no reason for us to assume anything."
"And if I have to go to the Lady's room I need to find Amanda, right?"
"Well women normally go to the Lady's room in pairs." Methos observed.
"Yes, but this is JOE'S, it's a single stall."
"Oh."
Elissa smiled, "Yes, 'OH'. So you guys can watch the hall cause the Tequila has gone right through me."
When she came back to her stool Amanda was leaning on Duncans leg and another shot of Tequila was waiting for her. She drank it down and made a face, "It's time to stop when I can feel it burn all the way to my stomach!"
Joe was once again standing behind the bar and slid a glass in her direction, "What's this?"
He smiled at her, "It's called a Coke straight up."
"I see. Thanks."
"Well I heard that last Tequila shot was enough."
"Are all bartendars this nosey?"
"It's called observation. Besides, that Tequila is going to hit soon enough once the shock wears off."
She finished her Coke, then looked at her watch. She felt the affects of the alcohol making her fingers tingle and knew that she needed to get home so she could fall asleep in her own comfy bed. She nudged Adam , "You ready?"
"Anytime you are." He got up putting his coat on. She wrapped her shoulder wrap around herself. They both made they're goodbyes and squeezed out through the crowd.
Once they were outside she paused, taking a deep breathe of the chilly air. Methos stopped two paces in front of her and turned to face her, "You okay?"
"I believe I am overly tipsy." she replied, her southern drawl starting to color her words.
"You mean drunk."
"No I'm not drunk. I am overly tipsy."
"You need some help?"
"No. I just need to stand here and get some fresh air."
"Could have fooled me."
"I am fine honest. Want to see me walk a straight line officer?"
"Not in those heels you don't."
She grinned, "I made it all the way out here and now you think I'm going to hurt myself by attemptin' to walk a straight line?"
He smirked, "Of course if you twist your ankle it gives me reason to pick you up and carry you to the Range Rover."
"And you would just HATE to have an excuse to do that wouldn't you?"
"I would be sorely wounded."
"I thought as much." she walked the few steps til she was even with him. She held out her hand, "I'm not so drunk ta be easy prey, however, I am drunk enough to know that if I trip over somethin' I'm goin' to hurt myself. That includes my own two feet." They crossed the street and got into the range rover.
When they got to her townhouse she was giggling. Methos was smiling, "You're going to freeze your feet if you don't get your shoes on." He commented. Helping her giggling form out of the vehicle.
"Oh no I won't! " She held her shoes, her wrap had fallen off of one of her shoulders as she stumbled to her door. She turned, "Okay, you have the keys!" Methos grinned,
"I will open the door thank you."
"It's my house, I'll open the door!"
"Like you could even get the key into the lock."
"Watch me." She said grabbing the keys from him. Her face was twisted in concentration as she bit her lower lip and shakily inserted the key into the dead bolt lock, "See, told ya I'm not as drunk as you think I am!" She exclaimed.
"Here allow me." He said as he cut in front of her and stepped into the house.
"Hey, I thought ladies were always first!"
"I thought you were a women's libber."
"Oh I believe in equality but I like men, I don't hate them!" She giggled as she flipped on the lights. "I just think everyone should be treated with the same courtesy is all!" She tripped over her own two feet and managed to lose her wrap all together. She then let go of her shoes and they landed in the middle of the floor.
Methos had shut the door and followed her the rest of the way into the living room, "So you like men?"
"Oh yes. I think your lot are nice to have around. Can't let one bad apple spoil the whole bunch ya know!" She sauntered into the kitchen and came back into the living room with a glass of water. Methos was sprawled on her sectional with his coat laying across the back and his duffle bag on the coffee table. She eyed him cautiously, "I see you're comfortable."
"Yes, quite comfortable. The one thing I'm lacking is a beer." He unbuttoned the cuffs of the shirt and rolled them up a notch.
"Well, you can git your own beer."
"What kind of hospitality is this?" he asked sarcastically as he got up and walked to the kitchen, "Here I am a guest in your house and you make me serve myself?" He asked as he came back into the living room beer in hand.
Elissa was leaning aginst the back of the sectional one hand holding her water, the other braced against the back of the sofa, she grinned, "You've already been here before. The first time you're here I'll treat you with all the courtesy that goes with being a guest. After that, you're on your own."
He took a drink of beer, "So, do you think that Evan will do anything else tonight?"
"He made his appearance at the bar, I think he's done all the damage he intends to do. At least for now."
"Have you thought anymore about getting a gun?"
"Yeah."
"And?"
"I'm still not comfortable with the idea. If I do get one I want to know how to use it before I start keeping it in my house. Even then it may stay unloaded." She finished the last of her water, "Well, I'm goin' to go change into somethin' more comfortable."
He grinned at her, arching an eyebrow, "How much more comfortable."
She laughed, "Not as comfortable as you may be thinkin'!"
"I can always hope."
"Oh that is true, but watch it, you might be disappointed." She turned and walked down the hall.
Methos busied himself with getting a change of clothes out of his bag. Truth be told he wanted to get back into something more comfortable himself. he pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of sweats and walked down the hall. He was replaying tonight's events in his mind when he heard Elissa shriek. He hurried to her room and opened the door. No Elissa. He walked into the room and in three strides was at her bathroom door. Quickly he turned the knob, and found that it was locked. "Elissa, can you unlock the door?"
"Shit!" she screeched. He heard what sounded like bottled being thrown at the floor, "No, I can't unlock the damn door! The snake is in front of it!"
Methos stepped back and with one well aimed kick at the doorjam the door burst open. He found the white tile floor strewn with shampoo bottles, bars of soap and a plastic cup and soap dish along with a few bath beads. But no snake. "Where did it go?" He asked as he shut the door.
Elissa, who was standing on top of the toliet clad in a bra and panties looked around. "It might have gone under the sink."
Methos moved the sink curtain to the side and there coiled and ready to strike lay the water mocassin. "Can you get out?"
Elissa glared at him, "As long as that thing is alive I am NOT moving."
Methos looked at her out of the corner of his eye, "I can keep it entertained long enough so that you can get out."
"Yes and it can go under the crack of the door thank you very much!"
"I can take care of it before it does that."
"And how do you plan on doing that?"
"If anything I'll grab it while you go get something to shop its head off."
"You want me to do what?"
"I'll hold it you kill it."
"yeah right!"
"Come on, Elissa, just go get one of your kitchen knives or something else sharp and wack its head off."
"Meanwhile I leave you here with it?"
"I'm immortal remember? Besides water moccassins don't usually inject enough venom in one strike to kill a grown man unless I do a lot of moving around. Besides if I do die I'll be back."
She rolled her eyes, "Well I'm not doing you any good being up here that's for sure." She stepped down from the toliet, the sink was across from her and to her right. She kept her eyes on the snake as she made her way to the door which was about three feet from the sink. When she was behind Methos the snake hissed. Elissa jumped and ran to the door. She reached for the doorknob which wasn't there. She looked at the door and saw a jagged hole where the doorknob should be. The doorknob was on the floor, "What the hell did you do?"
"I kicked it."
"Cheap door!" she commented as she opened it and left in search of something sharp.
She walked down the hall heading for the kitchen when she heard the laugh. She froze in mid step feeling the hairs on the nape of her neck prickle. She turned towards the sound. Her heart racing. She looked into the computer room but couldn't make out anything in the dark. The only thing she could see were the dim oulines of all the bookshelves. That didn't mean that someone couldn't be in there she just couldn't see her computer desk. The laughter came again and then the lights were turned on.
"My my, Elissa, already seducing Mr. Pierson?"
"I was on my way to get something sharp to kill a snake. Too bad I didn't realize that the real snake was in here."
"Why don't we let Mr. Pierson worry about that particular snake while you and I get re aquainted." He stepped toward her.
"Elissa," she heard Methos call, "Can you hurry it up please?"
"Working on it, Adam." she called back.
Methos, who had managed to grab a hold of the coiled reptile, furrowed his brow. why is she calling me Adam when we're the only two here? because we aren't the only two here came the next thought immediately. He looked at the snake, "You, my goodfellow, may still come in handy." the snake hissed at him. "Well I don't like you much either."
Evan rose from the computer chair, a manacle grin upon his face. He then posed holding a black branding iron in front of him like he were brandishing a sword, "Now, Darling, you pay."
Elissa backed up. He came at her calmly matching her step for step. Elissa turned and bolted running into Adam as he just came out of her room. She landed on her rear end with Adam atop her and something wriggling next to her arm. Adam muttered, "I'm sorry." before he rolled over. Elissa stood with mouth agape as she saw the snakes fangs were embedded into the base of his neck. She screamed and started to crab walk backwards only to realize Even was that way. She got to her knees and pushed herself up onto her feet and ran into the kitchen. She could hear Evan's footsteps down the hall. She quickly grabbed her cast iron skillet from the stove. She brandished it in front of her like a shield with one hand while she used her other hand to grab her butcher's knife from the butcher block. Evan stood in the doorway, still holding the branding iron.
"Darling, the more you fight the worse it is. Or don't you remember?"
"If you think I'm going to let you brand me you have got another thing coming." She barely blocked his lunge with the iron. She backed up one step more only to find herself pressed against the dinette table.
Evan moved off toward the side, making it so that if she took off for the living room she would still be with in reach of him. "What are you going to do now, Darling? Which way are you going to run?"
Elissa took a deep breathe knowing the only thing she could do was to let him get closer. She smiled coldly at him, "Fine, Evan, you want me come and get me!"
"You still think you're going to win?"
"I'll win. I have no doubt about that!"
"Just wait til I get my hands on you, Elissa, you are going to pay!" He lunged and brought the branding iron down in an arc atop the wrist holding the frying pan.
Elissa clenched her teeth, dropping the frying pan. It landed with a thud against the floor. Evan drew closer. Elissa turned the knife to point downward and pushed off from the table. Evan tried to use the branding iron but found that she was too close for it to hit her. Instead it hit the table with a loud clank. Before he had time to recover Elissa took her knife and sliced the tendon on his wrist. His useless hand dropped the branding iron. Instinctively he grabbed his bleeding wrist with his other hand which is when Elissa crouched down and slammed her open palm across his knee cap; dislocating it. He crumpled to the floor. His good hand reaching for her neck. Elissa jerked her head back once again unbalancing herself and landing on her behind. She shakily backed up until her back hit one of the chairs and used it to help herself stand.
Evan started to crawl towards her in slow painful movements, "You will pay for this you bitch!" he growled.
"Oh I don't think so." came a male voice from behind him.
Elissa looked behind Evan to see Methos standing with his broadsword at Evan's neck.
"I thought you were dead!"
"Momentary set back." was the sarcastic reply.
"You're one of them!" Evan seethed.
"Yes, I am. And you know what? You aren't." Methos swung the blade back.
"NO!" Elissa yelled.
Methos stopped in mid swing, "But he-"
"I know. For that he will go to jail. If he manages to elude the law then and only then can you have him. Do I make myself clear?" she demanded.
Methos eyed her, "If he doesn't get thrown in jail he is mine."
"You can have him if he doesn't get thrown in jail for this. But he is only a mortal and therefore should be punishable by mortal laws."
"As you wish." Methos stood in the doorway, the sword clasped between his hands.
"You do love me." Evan replied.
Elissa squatted down in front of him, knife still in her hand, "If you ever make trouble for me again, Evan Dewpuey, I will kill you. "She hissed, " Because I will let Adam take your worthless head." she rose once again and walked to the phone.
Elissa who had time to put on a robe, was sitting at her dinnette table talking with Officer Johnson. While his partner talked to Adam in her living room. Evan had been hauled away in the back of an ambulence.
"This man is your husband?"
"Evan? He thinks he is, we were divorced eight years ago. I have the decree in my filing cabinet if you wish to see it."
"No that's fine." He looked at his note pad once again, "So you had gone to change clothes for the evening when you found a snake in your bathroom."
"Correct."
"And Mr. Pierson asked you to get something to kill the snake."
"Correct."
"And that is when you found Mr. Dewpuey in your office?"
"Correct."
He sat back and eyed her, "So why didn't Mr. Pierson come to your rescue when he heard you and Mr. Dewpuey having an altercation?"
"He did, Officer Johson. He came into the kitchen and found Evan on the floor. I guess he assumed I had it all under control."
"So you're saying that the fight took place in here?"
"Yes."
"And Mr. Pierson couldn't have known that there was an altercation until then?"
"That is correct."
"So nothing was said until you came into the kitchen with Mr. Dewpuey."
"That sums it up."
"I don't believe you."
"Look officer Johnson, Adam was in the bathroom having to deal with a snake. I walked out of my room and started down the hallway when I heard someone laugh from the computer room. I had shut my bedroom door and the bathroom door. Trust me Mr Pierson wouldn't have heard anything until I was in the kitchen due to the fact the kitchen and the bathroom have a wall in common."
He continued to stare at her. "Where is the snake?"
Adam appeared in the doorway along with the other police officer. The officer held up a a plastic bag, "Right here, the head was cleanly cut from its body. Probably with one of the knives that are here in the kitchen."
Adam smiled helpfully, "Actually that blade that's in the sink. Next to the butcher knife."
Officer Johnson rose, "Well, it was all self defense but I still don't get why Mr. Pierson here didn't come to your aid sooner but that's between you two."
Elissa escorted them to the door.
"Good night, Ms McAlister, Mr. Pierson." With that they were gone.
Elise shut the door leaning her head against the cool metal.
Methos came up behind her rubbing her shoulders. "You okay?"
"I need a shower." she groaned.
"Me too. Something about dying and coming back to life makes you need a shower."
"Well I did learn one thing." Elissa tiredly commented.
"Which is?"
She smiled up at him, "Snakes don't paralyze me with fear anymore."
He grinned at her. "I learned something too."
"What's that?"
"That I will never piss you off while you're in the kitchen." was the sardonic reply.
She stared into his eyes, "You would have killed him."
He sobered, "Yes. But I understand why you want the law to take care of him. Are you mad at me?"
"No. But I think in that instant I saw the real Methos. The one you keep hidden inside Adam Pierson."
"Who's to say Adam Pierson isn't another facet of Methos?"
"Oh I believe that. But when you are in your Adam mode, I don't see the eyes of a killer looking back at me. Adam's eyes are guarded and mysterious. Methos, well Methos has the eyes of someone who has seen things that would make most normal people insane."
"You're saying I'm insane?"
She chuckled, "Just as insane as I must be for still wanting to date you." He hugged her to him. She then rested her head against his chest finding comfort in his heartbeat. He stroked her hair. She sighed and pulled away, "When you tell this story tomorrow to Duncan, Joe, and Amanda you are going to be sure and include exactly how I was attired aren't you?"
"But of course!"
After their showers they each had a cup of tea and were sitting on the sectional. Elise looked out the French doors to her deck and caught a glimpse of the full moon. She smiled. Methos looked at her, "What?"
"Just admiring the view."
He grinned, "Why thank you."
She slugged him, "Not you! You conceited imp! The moon. Isn't it gorgeous?" She rose and walked over to the door, opened it and went out to sit on the bench.
Methos came out after her, "Isn't it chilly for you out here?"
"No. I'm fine."
"You're a lunar child, hmm?" He asked as he sat beside her.
"Yes."
He put his one arm around her shoulders she turned toward him and he caught her chin with the other. "This is something I wanted to do since I first met you." He whispered as his mouth closed towards hers.
"Methos--" she gasped as she was interrupted by his lips brushing hers. She felt the soft brush of his lips tasting hers. She then felt his fingers gently caress the side of her jaw and soon she was wrapped in the vortex of desire and warmth. She found her mouth pressed to his as if to consume him. When he stroked the pulse of her neck her mouth opened and soon his tongue was dueling with hers. She intertwined both hands into his short hair pulling his face into hers. When she once again got her bearings she started to pull away finishing with a tiny kiss to his lower lip. He caressed her cheekbone with his thumb she turned into the touch. He kissed her forehead and finally pulled away completely.
Elissa opened her eyes, grinning, "Okay now who wants a refill on their tea?"
"I just kissed you and you're talking about tea? Whatever happened to a cold shower? I must really be losing my touch."
She stood at the door about ready to open it, "Fine if you want your ego stroked at the sake of my own embarrassment, " she cleared her throat, "I decided I had to find some excuse to get away from you before my body ruled over my brain and I'd do something I might regret come sunlight. You satisfied?"
He rose following her into the house, "One kiss and I cause a born again virgin to want to ravish me?" He said grinning, "Maybe I haven't lost my touch!" He followed her into the kitchen.
Elissa was trying to pour more tea into her cup but her hand was shaking so much it was spilling onto the cabinet as well as into her cup.
Methos reached over and grabbed the teapot. "I don't believe the counter is thirsty. Why don't you let me get you a cup of tea."
Elissa turned around and faced him. "I bet you think this is just a total riot, knowing, that with one kiss you can bring me to be a mass of mush."
He appraised her, "I wouldn't say a mass of mush you still seem to be retaining your figure quite nicely." She rolled her eyes blushing in spite of herself. He handed her the cup making sure to brush his fingers across hers. He looked seductively at her, "Maybe I should kiss you again to make sure it wasn't a fluke reaction."
She held up her hand, "Oh I don't think I can handle another kiss like that thank you."
"This is the first time I've ever heard of getting the shaft because I kiss too well."
"I didn't say you were getting the shaft. I'm just saying that well--" she watched as he took away the tea cup and set it on the counter.
"Then what are you saying?" He asked as he cradled her face in his hands once again.
"I'm saying that, well what was I saying again?"
"I don't know," he commented as he leaned toward her silencing her once again with his lips. Elise gasped and backed up against the counter. He continued to barrage her mouth with his. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer as a soft moan escaped through her lips. He moved his hands down her back and up her sides eventually engulfing one in her hair and using one to press her into him at her mid back as he used his body to press against her.
Elissa broke the kiss. "I, I, my tea is getting cold."
"You have a microwave."
"Uh, I haven't checked my messages."
"It can wait." He replied as he nuzzled her ear. She shivered he smiled.
"I didn't lock the door."
"I did." He said as his tongue lightly flicked the pulse at her neck. She sagged against him. Her hands grabbed at the t-shirt on his chest for support. He started to nibble at the pulse. She arched into him with a whimper. He pulled back enough to see her half lidded eyes. "I say you like that."
She straightened, "um yes. Well anyway. I'm going to go clean up the blood on the carpet now."
"Why?"
"Because once the blood sets in it's going to be a pain to get out."
He looked at his watch, "Maybe I should be going."
"You don't have to go, at least not yet." she tried to cover the dissappointment. But then again, what reason would he have to stay unless she planned on taking him to bed?
He smiled at her. "We are meeting MacLeod for breakfast tomorrow at eight o'clock."
"We are?"
"Yes."
"When did you two cook this up?"
"When he commented about sleeping in."
"Oh, so you want to wake Duncan up?"
"Yes. for a change!"
She glanced at the clock on her Microwave,"It's three in the morning, are you going to be safe driving home? It's been a long day."
"Do you want me to stay?" he asked searching her eyes.
"Not for what it's sounding like!" she smiled shyly, "I just don't want you to fall alseep at the wheel and get into a wreck."
He carressed her cheek, "That is very sweet of you to worry about me. But honestly, I'll be fine." he grabbed his duffle bag and his coat, "I'll be over at a little after seven."
"Okay, I'll be waiting." She gave him a quick kiss on the mouth and shut the door behind him. She then grabbed some carpet cleaner and proceeded down the hall smiling to herself.
She found Methos in the computer room; one leg over her computer chair's arm the other leg had its foot braced against one of the shelves. He was reading her dictionary of Arthurian Lor and Legend. She leaned her back against the doorway, grasping her purse in front of her, "you ready?" she inquired.
Methos looked up from his book, and swiftly closed it, not caring that he had lost his place. He immediately swaggered over to her, "My my, don't we clean up nice?" He smiled as he spoke. She blushed a cherry red and he smiled even more. "I guess my sweater and jeans won't cut it if I am to escort such a lovely Lady."
She hit him on the arm with her purse, "Your sweater and jeans are fine. And quit making me blush!"
He looked at her purse, "What do you need that for?"
"Well to keep my wallet in so I can pay for dinner."
"Oh no, no no. I don't think so. I asked you out remember? Unless you need your purse otherwise this is my treat."
She looked at him. "You're sure?" She asked meekly.
"You expect to pay?" He was amazed.
"I've never--"
"You have never been taken out and had someone pay?"
"Well no."
"How old are you again?"
"Twenty seven."
"And how many dates have you had?"
"Well my ex and I went out but I always paid."
"After your ex?"
"Always went Dutch."
"Well not tonight. Tonight you get the royal treatment and I won't take no for an answer." He took the purse and set it on top of the nearest bookshelf. "Now then do you have a wrap?"
She giggled at the old fashioned term, "yes. I have a coat." She stopped by the hallway closet and took out a black velvet shoulder wrap. It was lined in black satin and had genuine sheepskin sewn in between the velvet and the satin. Her grandmother had made it for her. Methos gave her his arm and she shyly took it.
She waited impatiently in his studio apartment. She was pacing the floor and scrutinizing every detail. He was in the bathroom changing. He emerged wearing a forest green silk shirt and black pleated trousers. Complete with the rolled up cuffs and pressed in creases. He even had a pair of brown tasseled loafers and forest green socks. Over his arm he carried his long black trench coat.
"My my, "Elissa smiled, "What, you don't have a sweater for all occasions?"
"It's not that I don't own a sweater for all occasions, it's that I don't think jeans are appropriate with you on my arm. I would look like a pauper."
"Oh I doubt that! I like you in jeans."
"You don't like me in trousers?" the corners of his mouth turned up in the effort of trying not to smile.
"It's not that." She said blushing, "I am used to the more relaxed look on you."
He studied her, "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were nervous."
She giggled in response. He gave her his arm and they both walked out the door.
Methos pulled up behind the dojo and lead the way to the stairs that went up the back to MacLeods loft. He impatiently knocked on the door. Elise stood a step below him and grasped his forearm. He affectionately patted her hand.
"You know these people. Why are you nervous?"
"Do you realize how long it's been since I have dated? Much less gone out? I don't know if I remember my manners!"
"Screw the manners! Just have a good time."
She was about ready to comment when Duncan opened the door.
"M-Adam you know how to use the elevator!" He then saw Elissa, "Welcome to my humble abode." He stepped back and held the door open for them.
Amanda was just coming from the kitchen area clad in a slinky short black spaghetti strapped dress and high heels, her hair down and barely skimming the tops of her shoulders. She gave first Elissa then Adam a hug, "My my don't you two look spiffy!"
Elissa blushed and Adam smirked, "Well I have to dress as good as my date at least!"
Duncan pondered them, "You know Adam, I think this is the first time I have ever seen you in something besides jeans and a sweater."
"It will probably be the last," he muttered.
Duncan hugged Elissa, he noticed she stiffened slightly then relaxed, "And you, need to wear dresses more often!"
Amanda grabbed the highlander's arm protectively, "Not if she's going to steal my date!"
Elissa smiled, "Trust me, Amanda, you have nothing to worry about!"
"Well shall we go? Our reservation is at six and it is ten minutes to." Commented Duncan.
A few minutes later they were seated at a cozy table for four with a view of the lights of Seacouver glittering over the water. The hurricane candles at every table provided the only light in the restaurant. Methos took Elise's wrap and placed it on the back of her chair.
"I am fully capable--"
He put his finger to her lips, "I know. I told you: you were going to receive the royal treatment. So deal with it."
"But--"
"AH, AH, AH" he tutted, "No ifs, ands, or buts. You are going to be treated like a lady and I am going to act like a gentleman."
"You a gentleman?" Amanda scoffed as she sipped her glass of Merlot.
"I figure I've been friends with Macleod long enough, something had to rub off." Adam countered.
Elissa smiled and sipped her white zinfandel. Hiding the laughter she felt rising inside her. Adam captured her hand in his and squeezed it. She turned and looked at him her eyes twinkling. She sat her glass down and looked at him, "Remember, once we get back to Joe's the gloves are off. I go back to being my capable self and you go back to well whatever you would like to call it."
Duncan laughed, "You mean being ungentlemanly?"
"I didn't think that was a word." Elissa commented.
Amanda smiled, "Who cares? If the shoe fits he can wear it!"
Methos and Elissa followed Duncan and Amanda to Joe's. They thought it would be easier after the performance to go back to two separate cars because Joe's was the halfway point between Duncan's and Methos. They were all laughing when they walked through the door. The place was packed but instead of Joe's band playing they heard someone off key but carrying a tune singing Billy Joel's, "Your always a woman." They made their way to the bar.
"Uncle Joe, I thought you were playing tonight?"
"Don't worry, just taking a break. We do Friday night Karaoke in-between sets."
"Oh."
"Why don't you get up there?"
"Uncle Joe! I don't sing for crowds remember?"
"I remember you singing a couple of times for Christmas Eve service!"
"You sing?" Adam asked.
"In the shower."
"She sang "O Holy Night" and I swear everyone had goose bumps."
"That was because they had turned down the heater at the church expecting more people to be there. How were they to know it was going to dump ten inches of snow in the early evening?"
"It was not. "
Amanda looked at her and smiled secretively. Duncan saw the glint in her eye, "What do you plan on doing?"
"Oh nothing much."
"Oh nothing much? I have only seen that look when you are about to do something illegal!"
"Oh this isn't illegal. Trust me." She called Mike over.
"How can I help you?"
"Get the lady's attention that's talking to Joe." He nodded in affirmation and was off.
Methos had found an empty stool next to Duncan. For the most part ignoring the by play going on between Joe and Elissa. He looked at Amanda, "What are you planning?"
"Me? Nothing why?"she asked innocently.
"I saw the look."
"Why is it everyone thinks I'm up to something?"
"Because, my dear, you usually are." Duncan said with a peck on her cheek.
"Fine, the only thing I am doing is insuring Elise has a good time."
"How good of a time?" Methos asked.
"Not to the point you're thinking."
"And what would I be thinking?"
Amanda smiled her I know that look smile, "I saw the way you were looking at her tonight. Grant it she was giving some looks of her own."
"Oh really? And how was I looking at her?"he drawled.
"One word 'Lunch'."
"I was not."
"Were to."
"Was not. I was just admiring the view." he answered smirking.
"And so much more! Adam I know how you look at women and that woman has caught your fancy so don't deny it." Amanda admonished.
"Wouldn't matter. You'd still think what you want anyway." He took a drink of his beer that miraculously appeared in front of him, "How precisely was she looking at me?"
Amanda giggled, "Starved." With that she got up and stood next to Elise whispering in her ear.
Elissa looked at Amanda, "I haven't done something like that in ages I don't know."
"I promise you just say when. But at least do one with me." she pleaded.
"Oh what the hell it's not like I'm driving."
Amanda beamed, "Alrighty then! Joe two double shots of iced tequila."
"Coming right up."
Duncan and Adam turned to watch as the ladies had tequila glasses set in front of them. Mike brought a saltshaker and a slice of lime for each one. "Looks like it's going to get interesting." Duncan remarked.
Adam grinned, "Are you complaining?"
Duncan flushed a bit, "No. Thank God tomorrow is a Saturday, I can sleep in."
"Then I'll make sure Elissa and I are at your door at eight for breakfast."
"You're staying at her house?"
"Yes, Evan managed to break into the place. He left flowers for her."
"So you're playing bodyguard."
"Yup."
"And boyfriend?"
"Working on that."
"Looks like you're already her boyfriend. Don't you mean working on lover?"
Methos just smirked as he took another swig of his beer.
Elissa finished the second double shot and was giggling, "Okay, enough for now. I've already had a glass of wine tonight I need to take it easy."
"Oh come on now, that was at the restaurant! It's been at least three hours!"
"Still I haven't done this in a long time so I don't want to end up wasted."
"Okay. But how about a blowjob?"
"A what?" she gasped.
"It's a drink, Lisey." Joe offered.
"What's in it?"
"It's a B-52."
"Ohhh is it that drink with the whip cream on top and you can't use your hands?"
"You guessed it. The college students like it." Joe explained.
"I wonder why." Elissa commented innocently. "Oh what the hell" she then leaned over and whispered to Amanda, "Maybe it will give Adam something to think about."
Amanda gave her an equally wicked grin, "I know it will Duncan."
Methos and Duncan both picked up their glasses and headed toward the giggling ladies, "They are definitely up to something." Methos commented.
"I know. I know that giggle." Duncan said as he grinned ear to ear.
"You don't sound to upset, Mac."
"Not at all."
When they got to the end of the bar Mike had just set the two whipped cream topped glasses in front of Elissa and Amanda. They both dutifully put their hands behind their backs and grinned at each other. Both noting the men standing off to the side. Elissa started to slowly lick the whip cream out of the glass, using her tongue like a spoon. Once all of it was gone she took the glass in her mouth and drank the beige liquid in one gulp. She then sucked the glass into her mouth, bent her head to the bar and placed the glass with a final kiss to the rim on the bar. Amanda smirked at her and shook her head as she finished the last of the whip cream from her lips.
"You are such a tease!"
"But I'm good at tease!" was the cocky reply.
"I'll say." Adam chimed in taking a napkin and pantomimed whipping the drool from his chin. Duncan was laughing at the action. Elissa blushed and Adam whispered in her ear, "And what else can you do with that mouth of yours?"
"Don't you wish you knew?" she breathed as a shiver coursed through her.
"Do I ever." He retorted. When she blushed even more he smiled and told her quietly, "You're the one that said when we got here the gloves were off."
"I did." She giggled hiding her sudden shyness.
Joe's band started a slow song. Adam looked at Elissa, his eyes shinning, "Would you care to dance?"
"If you don't mind me stepping on your feet I'd love to." He grabbed her hand and lead her to the dance floor.
"Here, place your hand over my heart like this," he took her hand and held it over his heart with his hand. He placed her other hand upon his shoulder and he settled his other hand onto her waist. "Now follow the rhythm of my heart and you shouldn't have a problem with stepping on my feet."
Elissa did as he instructed. A couple of times she lost her concentration because she was becoming all to aware exactly how close she was to him. She could smell his cologne and under that smell him. The song was soon over and they parted ever so slightly. He bent down and whispered in her ear, "you okay?"
"Yeah, I just need to get a breathe of air."
"Here, let's go out back then." He lead her off the dance floor and when they walked by Duncan and Amanda Methos said something and Duncan nodded. He then walked on down the hall, past Joe's office to the back door.
Once they were outside Elissa leaned against the brick wall of the building and Adam stood in front of her, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just don't like crowds. I start feeling like a sardine."
"I wouldn't know what a sardine feels like."
She smiled at his sarcasim. After taking a couple of deep even breathes she turned, "You ready?"
"Lead the way."
When they got back the bar Amanda and Duncan were dancing. Elissa and Adam sat on the stools. Mike came over, "Want another shot?"
"No thank you, a Kahlua and cream would be fine thank you."
He looked at Adam, "Your usual?"
"Yeah."
A few moments later they had their drinks. "So," Adam raised his voice and leaned over toward her ear so she could hear him, "Did you like Madame Butterfly?"
"Yes. Couldn't you tell?"
"I was to busy watching you trying not to cry."
"Okay so I'm sentimental."
"That's not a bad thing."
She turned her head, "I didn't see you crying."
"I have seen it several times I knew what was coming."
"I see." she smiled at him he smiled back. They were lost in each others eyes. Someone cleared their throat. They both looked up. Elissa's smile vanished from her pale face. She straightened and immidiately dropped Methos' hand.
Methos looked at her and turned his head to where Elissa was looking. A tall man with expertly cut sandy blonde hair dressed in a double breasted navy silk suit was smiling at her. His camel hair coat was draped over his arm. Methos firmly clasped Elissa's hand
"Elissa, is that anyway to greet your husband?" he then fixed his cool blue eyed gaze on their clasped hands. He glared at Adam, "And what do you think you're doing with my wife?"
Methos opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by Elissa, "Evan, we are divorced. I am NOT your wife and it is none of your concern who I keep company with."
His smile turned sinister, "Need I remind you what the consequences are for back talking me?"
Elissa gulped. She realized she didn't hear any music playing. She had no time to figure out why however because Evan had taken a step forward. "I know what the consequences are." she answered quietly.
He looked at Adam, "You're lucky I'm in a good mood. If you leave now I promise no harm will come to you."
Adam sneered, "Are you threatening me?"
"No. I do not threaten, that Mr. Pierson, is a promise." he arrogantly commented.
"So you do know me."
"I know who you are. After all we belong to the same 'brotherhood'," he flipped over his wrist as if to check his watch. The purple tattoo was there.
"I see." Adam replied.
"Excuse me, but you aren't welcome here," Joe came up from behind.
"Why, good to see you too, Joseph. What do you mean I'm not welcome here? I haven't done anything wrong."
"I have the right to refuse service and I'm refusing service."
"But I haven't come here for a drink or to listen to your music, I just came here for my wife." he turned once again to Elissa, "Darling, now please before you make a scene."
"No, Evan, I am not going with you."
He took an exasperated breath, "Now, Elissa Darling, do you want me to get mad? You know what happens when I get mad."
"I am not going." she gritted her teeth.
A menacing smile tugged at his lips and he started to laugh, "Well well, now this is priceless. Have you found your backbone? Or is it because you actually have feelings for this one?"
Elissa continued to stare at him. Joe and Mike came up on either side of Evan, "That's enough. Get out of my bar."
Evan backed off, "I'll see you again soon, Elissa, this time you won't have your friends around. Remember I exact my payment. And you know what my payment is." With that he turned and left.
Joe looked at her, "Lisey, I don't want to know what his payment is do I?"
"A pound of flesh and ounce of blood. Or however that saying goes." came the distant reply.
Amanda appeared holding a shot of tequila, "Here," she handed it to Elissa, "You look like you need this." Elissa didn't say anything and drank it down. When the glass was empty Amanda took it and handed her another shot.
Elissa drank it and then looked at Amanda, a weak smile on her lips, "Did Adam pay you to get me drunk?"
Amanda smiled at her try for humor, "No this is my idea. You look like you should drink a whole bottle of the stuff."
"Well I'd like another one at least."
"Another shot of Tequila, coming right up."
Joe's band was back playing. Duncan sat on one side of her and Methos was on the other side. "Look you two, he did what he came to do. We won't be seeing him again this evening."
"It doesn't hurt to be cautious."
"Mac's right, there is no reason for us to assume anything."
"And if I have to go to the Lady's room I need to find Amanda, right?"
"Well women normally go to the Lady's room in pairs." Methos observed.
"Yes, but this is JOE'S, it's a single stall."
"Oh."
Elissa smiled, "Yes, 'OH'. So you guys can watch the hall cause the Tequila has gone right through me."
When she came back to her stool Amanda was leaning on Duncans leg and another shot of Tequila was waiting for her. She drank it down and made a face, "It's time to stop when I can feel it burn all the way to my stomach!"
Joe was once again standing behind the bar and slid a glass in her direction, "What's this?"
He smiled at her, "It's called a Coke straight up."
"I see. Thanks."
"Well I heard that last Tequila shot was enough."
"Are all bartendars this nosey?"
"It's called observation. Besides, that Tequila is going to hit soon enough once the shock wears off."
She finished her Coke, then looked at her watch. She felt the affects of the alcohol making her fingers tingle and knew that she needed to get home so she could fall asleep in her own comfy bed. She nudged Adam , "You ready?"
"Anytime you are." He got up putting his coat on. She wrapped her shoulder wrap around herself. They both made they're goodbyes and squeezed out through the crowd.
Once they were outside she paused, taking a deep breathe of the chilly air. Methos stopped two paces in front of her and turned to face her, "You okay?"
"I believe I am overly tipsy." she replied, her southern drawl starting to color her words.
"You mean drunk."
"No I'm not drunk. I am overly tipsy."
"You need some help?"
"No. I just need to stand here and get some fresh air."
"Could have fooled me."
"I am fine honest. Want to see me walk a straight line officer?"
"Not in those heels you don't."
She grinned, "I made it all the way out here and now you think I'm going to hurt myself by attemptin' to walk a straight line?"
He smirked, "Of course if you twist your ankle it gives me reason to pick you up and carry you to the Range Rover."
"And you would just HATE to have an excuse to do that wouldn't you?"
"I would be sorely wounded."
"I thought as much." she walked the few steps til she was even with him. She held out her hand, "I'm not so drunk ta be easy prey, however, I am drunk enough to know that if I trip over somethin' I'm goin' to hurt myself. That includes my own two feet." They crossed the street and got into the range rover.
When they got to her townhouse she was giggling. Methos was smiling, "You're going to freeze your feet if you don't get your shoes on." He commented. Helping her giggling form out of the vehicle.
"Oh no I won't! " She held her shoes, her wrap had fallen off of one of her shoulders as she stumbled to her door. She turned, "Okay, you have the keys!" Methos grinned,
"I will open the door thank you."
"It's my house, I'll open the door!"
"Like you could even get the key into the lock."
"Watch me." She said grabbing the keys from him. Her face was twisted in concentration as she bit her lower lip and shakily inserted the key into the dead bolt lock, "See, told ya I'm not as drunk as you think I am!" She exclaimed.
"Here allow me." He said as he cut in front of her and stepped into the house.
"Hey, I thought ladies were always first!"
"I thought you were a women's libber."
"Oh I believe in equality but I like men, I don't hate them!" She giggled as she flipped on the lights. "I just think everyone should be treated with the same courtesy is all!" She tripped over her own two feet and managed to lose her wrap all together. She then let go of her shoes and they landed in the middle of the floor.
Methos had shut the door and followed her the rest of the way into the living room, "So you like men?"
"Oh yes. I think your lot are nice to have around. Can't let one bad apple spoil the whole bunch ya know!" She sauntered into the kitchen and came back into the living room with a glass of water. Methos was sprawled on her sectional with his coat laying across the back and his duffle bag on the coffee table. She eyed him cautiously, "I see you're comfortable."
"Yes, quite comfortable. The one thing I'm lacking is a beer." He unbuttoned the cuffs of the shirt and rolled them up a notch.
"Well, you can git your own beer."
"What kind of hospitality is this?" he asked sarcastically as he got up and walked to the kitchen, "Here I am a guest in your house and you make me serve myself?" He asked as he came back into the living room beer in hand.
Elissa was leaning aginst the back of the sectional one hand holding her water, the other braced against the back of the sofa, she grinned, "You've already been here before. The first time you're here I'll treat you with all the courtesy that goes with being a guest. After that, you're on your own."
He took a drink of beer, "So, do you think that Evan will do anything else tonight?"
"He made his appearance at the bar, I think he's done all the damage he intends to do. At least for now."
"Have you thought anymore about getting a gun?"
"Yeah."
"And?"
"I'm still not comfortable with the idea. If I do get one I want to know how to use it before I start keeping it in my house. Even then it may stay unloaded." She finished the last of her water, "Well, I'm goin' to go change into somethin' more comfortable."
He grinned at her, arching an eyebrow, "How much more comfortable."
She laughed, "Not as comfortable as you may be thinkin'!"
"I can always hope."
"Oh that is true, but watch it, you might be disappointed." She turned and walked down the hall.
Methos busied himself with getting a change of clothes out of his bag. Truth be told he wanted to get back into something more comfortable himself. he pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of sweats and walked down the hall. He was replaying tonight's events in his mind when he heard Elissa shriek. He hurried to her room and opened the door. No Elissa. He walked into the room and in three strides was at her bathroom door. Quickly he turned the knob, and found that it was locked. "Elissa, can you unlock the door?"
"Shit!" she screeched. He heard what sounded like bottled being thrown at the floor, "No, I can't unlock the damn door! The snake is in front of it!"
Methos stepped back and with one well aimed kick at the doorjam the door burst open. He found the white tile floor strewn with shampoo bottles, bars of soap and a plastic cup and soap dish along with a few bath beads. But no snake. "Where did it go?" He asked as he shut the door.
Elissa, who was standing on top of the toliet clad in a bra and panties looked around. "It might have gone under the sink."
Methos moved the sink curtain to the side and there coiled and ready to strike lay the water mocassin. "Can you get out?"
Elissa glared at him, "As long as that thing is alive I am NOT moving."
Methos looked at her out of the corner of his eye, "I can keep it entertained long enough so that you can get out."
"Yes and it can go under the crack of the door thank you very much!"
"I can take care of it before it does that."
"And how do you plan on doing that?"
"If anything I'll grab it while you go get something to shop its head off."
"You want me to do what?"
"I'll hold it you kill it."
"yeah right!"
"Come on, Elissa, just go get one of your kitchen knives or something else sharp and wack its head off."
"Meanwhile I leave you here with it?"
"I'm immortal remember? Besides water moccassins don't usually inject enough venom in one strike to kill a grown man unless I do a lot of moving around. Besides if I do die I'll be back."
She rolled her eyes, "Well I'm not doing you any good being up here that's for sure." She stepped down from the toliet, the sink was across from her and to her right. She kept her eyes on the snake as she made her way to the door which was about three feet from the sink. When she was behind Methos the snake hissed. Elissa jumped and ran to the door. She reached for the doorknob which wasn't there. She looked at the door and saw a jagged hole where the doorknob should be. The doorknob was on the floor, "What the hell did you do?"
"I kicked it."
"Cheap door!" she commented as she opened it and left in search of something sharp.
She walked down the hall heading for the kitchen when she heard the laugh. She froze in mid step feeling the hairs on the nape of her neck prickle. She turned towards the sound. Her heart racing. She looked into the computer room but couldn't make out anything in the dark. The only thing she could see were the dim oulines of all the bookshelves. That didn't mean that someone couldn't be in there she just couldn't see her computer desk. The laughter came again and then the lights were turned on.
"My my, Elissa, already seducing Mr. Pierson?"
"I was on my way to get something sharp to kill a snake. Too bad I didn't realize that the real snake was in here."
"Why don't we let Mr. Pierson worry about that particular snake while you and I get re aquainted." He stepped toward her.
"Elissa," she heard Methos call, "Can you hurry it up please?"
"Working on it, Adam." she called back.
Methos, who had managed to grab a hold of the coiled reptile, furrowed his brow. why is she calling me Adam when we're the only two here? because we aren't the only two here came the next thought immediately. He looked at the snake, "You, my goodfellow, may still come in handy." the snake hissed at him. "Well I don't like you much either."
Evan rose from the computer chair, a manacle grin upon his face. He then posed holding a black branding iron in front of him like he were brandishing a sword, "Now, Darling, you pay."
Elissa backed up. He came at her calmly matching her step for step. Elissa turned and bolted running into Adam as he just came out of her room. She landed on her rear end with Adam atop her and something wriggling next to her arm. Adam muttered, "I'm sorry." before he rolled over. Elissa stood with mouth agape as she saw the snakes fangs were embedded into the base of his neck. She screamed and started to crab walk backwards only to realize Even was that way. She got to her knees and pushed herself up onto her feet and ran into the kitchen. She could hear Evan's footsteps down the hall. She quickly grabbed her cast iron skillet from the stove. She brandished it in front of her like a shield with one hand while she used her other hand to grab her butcher's knife from the butcher block. Evan stood in the doorway, still holding the branding iron.
"Darling, the more you fight the worse it is. Or don't you remember?"
"If you think I'm going to let you brand me you have got another thing coming." She barely blocked his lunge with the iron. She backed up one step more only to find herself pressed against the dinette table.
Evan moved off toward the side, making it so that if she took off for the living room she would still be with in reach of him. "What are you going to do now, Darling? Which way are you going to run?"
Elissa took a deep breathe knowing the only thing she could do was to let him get closer. She smiled coldly at him, "Fine, Evan, you want me come and get me!"
"You still think you're going to win?"
"I'll win. I have no doubt about that!"
"Just wait til I get my hands on you, Elissa, you are going to pay!" He lunged and brought the branding iron down in an arc atop the wrist holding the frying pan.
Elissa clenched her teeth, dropping the frying pan. It landed with a thud against the floor. Evan drew closer. Elissa turned the knife to point downward and pushed off from the table. Evan tried to use the branding iron but found that she was too close for it to hit her. Instead it hit the table with a loud clank. Before he had time to recover Elissa took her knife and sliced the tendon on his wrist. His useless hand dropped the branding iron. Instinctively he grabbed his bleeding wrist with his other hand which is when Elissa crouched down and slammed her open palm across his knee cap; dislocating it. He crumpled to the floor. His good hand reaching for her neck. Elissa jerked her head back once again unbalancing herself and landing on her behind. She shakily backed up until her back hit one of the chairs and used it to help herself stand.
Evan started to crawl towards her in slow painful movements, "You will pay for this you bitch!" he growled.
"Oh I don't think so." came a male voice from behind him.
Elissa looked behind Evan to see Methos standing with his broadsword at Evan's neck.
"I thought you were dead!"
"Momentary set back." was the sarcastic reply.
"You're one of them!" Evan seethed.
"Yes, I am. And you know what? You aren't." Methos swung the blade back.
"NO!" Elissa yelled.
Methos stopped in mid swing, "But he-"
"I know. For that he will go to jail. If he manages to elude the law then and only then can you have him. Do I make myself clear?" she demanded.
Methos eyed her, "If he doesn't get thrown in jail he is mine."
"You can have him if he doesn't get thrown in jail for this. But he is only a mortal and therefore should be punishable by mortal laws."
"As you wish." Methos stood in the doorway, the sword clasped between his hands.
"You do love me." Evan replied.
Elissa squatted down in front of him, knife still in her hand, "If you ever make trouble for me again, Evan Dewpuey, I will kill you. "She hissed, " Because I will let Adam take your worthless head." she rose once again and walked to the phone.
Elissa who had time to put on a robe, was sitting at her dinnette table talking with Officer Johnson. While his partner talked to Adam in her living room. Evan had been hauled away in the back of an ambulence.
"This man is your husband?"
"Evan? He thinks he is, we were divorced eight years ago. I have the decree in my filing cabinet if you wish to see it."
"No that's fine." He looked at his note pad once again, "So you had gone to change clothes for the evening when you found a snake in your bathroom."
"Correct."
"And Mr. Pierson asked you to get something to kill the snake."
"Correct."
"And that is when you found Mr. Dewpuey in your office?"
"Correct."
He sat back and eyed her, "So why didn't Mr. Pierson come to your rescue when he heard you and Mr. Dewpuey having an altercation?"
"He did, Officer Johson. He came into the kitchen and found Evan on the floor. I guess he assumed I had it all under control."
"So you're saying that the fight took place in here?"
"Yes."
"And Mr. Pierson couldn't have known that there was an altercation until then?"
"That is correct."
"So nothing was said until you came into the kitchen with Mr. Dewpuey."
"That sums it up."
"I don't believe you."
"Look officer Johnson, Adam was in the bathroom having to deal with a snake. I walked out of my room and started down the hallway when I heard someone laugh from the computer room. I had shut my bedroom door and the bathroom door. Trust me Mr Pierson wouldn't have heard anything until I was in the kitchen due to the fact the kitchen and the bathroom have a wall in common."
He continued to stare at her. "Where is the snake?"
Adam appeared in the doorway along with the other police officer. The officer held up a a plastic bag, "Right here, the head was cleanly cut from its body. Probably with one of the knives that are here in the kitchen."
Adam smiled helpfully, "Actually that blade that's in the sink. Next to the butcher knife."
Officer Johnson rose, "Well, it was all self defense but I still don't get why Mr. Pierson here didn't come to your aid sooner but that's between you two."
Elissa escorted them to the door.
"Good night, Ms McAlister, Mr. Pierson." With that they were gone.
Elise shut the door leaning her head against the cool metal.
Methos came up behind her rubbing her shoulders. "You okay?"
"I need a shower." she groaned.
"Me too. Something about dying and coming back to life makes you need a shower."
"Well I did learn one thing." Elissa tiredly commented.
"Which is?"
She smiled up at him, "Snakes don't paralyze me with fear anymore."
He grinned at her. "I learned something too."
"What's that?"
"That I will never piss you off while you're in the kitchen." was the sardonic reply.
She stared into his eyes, "You would have killed him."
He sobered, "Yes. But I understand why you want the law to take care of him. Are you mad at me?"
"No. But I think in that instant I saw the real Methos. The one you keep hidden inside Adam Pierson."
"Who's to say Adam Pierson isn't another facet of Methos?"
"Oh I believe that. But when you are in your Adam mode, I don't see the eyes of a killer looking back at me. Adam's eyes are guarded and mysterious. Methos, well Methos has the eyes of someone who has seen things that would make most normal people insane."
"You're saying I'm insane?"
She chuckled, "Just as insane as I must be for still wanting to date you." He hugged her to him. She then rested her head against his chest finding comfort in his heartbeat. He stroked her hair. She sighed and pulled away, "When you tell this story tomorrow to Duncan, Joe, and Amanda you are going to be sure and include exactly how I was attired aren't you?"
"But of course!"
After their showers they each had a cup of tea and were sitting on the sectional. Elise looked out the French doors to her deck and caught a glimpse of the full moon. She smiled. Methos looked at her, "What?"
"Just admiring the view."
He grinned, "Why thank you."
She slugged him, "Not you! You conceited imp! The moon. Isn't it gorgeous?" She rose and walked over to the door, opened it and went out to sit on the bench.
Methos came out after her, "Isn't it chilly for you out here?"
"No. I'm fine."
"You're a lunar child, hmm?" He asked as he sat beside her.
"Yes."
He put his one arm around her shoulders she turned toward him and he caught her chin with the other. "This is something I wanted to do since I first met you." He whispered as his mouth closed towards hers.
"Methos--" she gasped as she was interrupted by his lips brushing hers. She felt the soft brush of his lips tasting hers. She then felt his fingers gently caress the side of her jaw and soon she was wrapped in the vortex of desire and warmth. She found her mouth pressed to his as if to consume him. When he stroked the pulse of her neck her mouth opened and soon his tongue was dueling with hers. She intertwined both hands into his short hair pulling his face into hers. When she once again got her bearings she started to pull away finishing with a tiny kiss to his lower lip. He caressed her cheekbone with his thumb she turned into the touch. He kissed her forehead and finally pulled away completely.
Elissa opened her eyes, grinning, "Okay now who wants a refill on their tea?"
"I just kissed you and you're talking about tea? Whatever happened to a cold shower? I must really be losing my touch."
She stood at the door about ready to open it, "Fine if you want your ego stroked at the sake of my own embarrassment, " she cleared her throat, "I decided I had to find some excuse to get away from you before my body ruled over my brain and I'd do something I might regret come sunlight. You satisfied?"
He rose following her into the house, "One kiss and I cause a born again virgin to want to ravish me?" He said grinning, "Maybe I haven't lost my touch!" He followed her into the kitchen.
Elissa was trying to pour more tea into her cup but her hand was shaking so much it was spilling onto the cabinet as well as into her cup.
Methos reached over and grabbed the teapot. "I don't believe the counter is thirsty. Why don't you let me get you a cup of tea."
Elissa turned around and faced him. "I bet you think this is just a total riot, knowing, that with one kiss you can bring me to be a mass of mush."
He appraised her, "I wouldn't say a mass of mush you still seem to be retaining your figure quite nicely." She rolled her eyes blushing in spite of herself. He handed her the cup making sure to brush his fingers across hers. He looked seductively at her, "Maybe I should kiss you again to make sure it wasn't a fluke reaction."
She held up her hand, "Oh I don't think I can handle another kiss like that thank you."
"This is the first time I've ever heard of getting the shaft because I kiss too well."
"I didn't say you were getting the shaft. I'm just saying that well--" she watched as he took away the tea cup and set it on the counter.
"Then what are you saying?" He asked as he cradled her face in his hands once again.
"I'm saying that, well what was I saying again?"
"I don't know," he commented as he leaned toward her silencing her once again with his lips. Elise gasped and backed up against the counter. He continued to barrage her mouth with his. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer as a soft moan escaped through her lips. He moved his hands down her back and up her sides eventually engulfing one in her hair and using one to press her into him at her mid back as he used his body to press against her.
Elissa broke the kiss. "I, I, my tea is getting cold."
"You have a microwave."
"Uh, I haven't checked my messages."
"It can wait." He replied as he nuzzled her ear. She shivered he smiled.
"I didn't lock the door."
"I did." He said as his tongue lightly flicked the pulse at her neck. She sagged against him. Her hands grabbed at the t-shirt on his chest for support. He started to nibble at the pulse. She arched into him with a whimper. He pulled back enough to see her half lidded eyes. "I say you like that."
She straightened, "um yes. Well anyway. I'm going to go clean up the blood on the carpet now."
"Why?"
"Because once the blood sets in it's going to be a pain to get out."
He looked at his watch, "Maybe I should be going."
"You don't have to go, at least not yet." she tried to cover the dissappointment. But then again, what reason would he have to stay unless she planned on taking him to bed?
He smiled at her. "We are meeting MacLeod for breakfast tomorrow at eight o'clock."
"We are?"
"Yes."
"When did you two cook this up?"
"When he commented about sleeping in."
"Oh, so you want to wake Duncan up?"
"Yes. for a change!"
She glanced at the clock on her Microwave,"It's three in the morning, are you going to be safe driving home? It's been a long day."
"Do you want me to stay?" he asked searching her eyes.
"Not for what it's sounding like!" she smiled shyly, "I just don't want you to fall alseep at the wheel and get into a wreck."
He carressed her cheek, "That is very sweet of you to worry about me. But honestly, I'll be fine." he grabbed his duffle bag and his coat, "I'll be over at a little after seven."
"Okay, I'll be waiting." She gave him a quick kiss on the mouth and shut the door behind him. She then grabbed some carpet cleaner and proceeded down the hall smiling to herself.