Chapter Four
Macleod rode up on the elevator to his loft. Sure, it wasn't very nice looking, a really ugly color of green, and the paint was chipping off, but he liked it, and it sure beat taking the stairs. Suddenly, he felt that nagging sensation in the back of his mind, the feeling that he knew someone was around. There was an Immortal in his apartment! Quickly he got his Dragonhead Katana Sword out of his coat and readied himself for battle. The elevator stopped at his floor, and he slid up the door and stepped out.
"I am Duncan Macleod of the Clan Macleod." His voice rang out through his one room apartment. The bathroom door opened, and a female figure wrapped in a towel stepped out. She came closer, and he saw it was Amanda. She came forward and spoke his name, like she was surprised to see him.
"Hello Amanda." He responded as he put his sword away in it's sheathe. He saw the trunks on the floor that hadn't been there before. "Planning on staying long?"
"Well, I was hoping to." She said, sounding hurt.
"Now really isn't the best time." He said.
"It's never the best time." She responded. "There's always someone after you. If I let that bother me, I wouldn't be able to see you at all." She slid up to him and wrapped her arms around him. "And you wouldn't want to never see me again, would you?"
He shook his head no.
"Good. Now what do you say?"
"Welcome home."
She nodded and jumped into his arms.
* * * * *
A few hours later, when Amanda was putting her
clothes away in the empty drawers Macleod always had empty, and Macleod was
making something for dinner, they both suddenly felt another Immortal. The elevator wasn't moving, but that didn't
necessarily mean anything. Macleod ran
to his coat, where it was hanging on the coat rack in the corner, and pulled
his sword out of it.
"My, you are jumpy today." Amanda observed.
Macleod gave her a dirty look, and went to open the
door. Someone started knocking on it
before he got there. Macleod raised an
eyebrow in confusion, and opened it. Methos was standing on the landing. "Expecting someone?" He asked,
eyeing the sword nervously.
"Shut up." Macleod said, pulling him into the house.
Methos went into the apartment proper, and saw
Amanda. "Looks like I came at the wrong
time."
"Oh, of course not." Amanda walked over to him. She gave Methos a kiss on the cheek,
"Macleod has enough room for everyone."
"It's ok, I have a room." He said. "I remember the
last time I was here, it wasn't very much fun." He turned to face Macleod. "So, should I be worried about waking up a foot shorter?"
"No," Macleod said. "So far it seems he's only after me. But I wouldn't be surprised if he used either of you as bait. He seems the cowardly type. He's getting others to do his dirty work for
him."
"What a charming guy." Methos commented.
