EPILOGUE
Two weeks later
"I don't have to go." Rochelle said to MacLeod as Methos helped load her bags onto the shuttle
bus that was moments away from taking the North American Theatre Troupe to the airport and
their next destination, Germany.
"Amanda," Methos said, grunting as he hauled the last suitcase aboard the shuttle. "What's this I
hear about you and some cop named Woof?"
She groaned, "He's an ex-cop, if you must know. And his name is Nick Wolfe, not Woof."
Methos remarked thoughtfully, "A thief and a cop; it's rather poetic."
"Or a giant conflict of interest," Joe added.
Rochelle yelled, "Come on you two, leave her alone."
Methos pouted, "But we were having so much fun."
The young Immortal smiled ruefully at Amanda and told Methos and Joe, "Leave her alone or
we'll rip your lungs out and wear them as back packs."
Joe blanched. Methos muttered, "Enough graphic imagery?"
Rochelle returned her attention to Mac, "So, do I stay or do I go?"
MacLeod smiled wryly. His pupil had been saying the same thing for two days. He knew she had
only the best of intentions in mind, but he also knew that if he let her stay, then she would be
missing out on the experience of a lifetime. Well, this one anyway.
"Go." he said, grasping her shoulders.
She bit her lip. "Are you sure? I mean, it's kind of hard to be taught, or to teach, when the pupil
is in a different country."
"Go already!" Amanda exclaimed. She hooked on to MacLeod's arm. She, MacLeod, Methos,
and Joe Dawson, had come to the embassy early in the morning to see Rochelle off. The young
Immortal smiled and nodded. Methos clapped his hands sharply.
"All done, your highness."
"Oh shut up and do something without complaining for once in your life." Shelly remarked,
embracing him as her companions laughed. "Now say thank you."
"What?"
"Say thank you." she commanded.
Methos shrugged. "Thank you."
Rochelle smiled. "You're welcome."
Methos raised a brow. "For what?"
"Goliath is no more." Shell-Belle reached out and hugged Amanda.
"Don't be a stranger." Amanda murmured, kissing the girl on the cheek.
"I won't." Rochelle held MacLeod tightly. "I'll write. Besides, they're being so decent as to give
me a two week vacation after we finish in Norway. I'll come back."
MacLeod nodded. "Be careful."
"Always. Besides, if you want to check up on me, all you have to do is check with Joe, right?"
Dawson smiled. "Anytime." He kissed Rochelle's cheek and she boarded the bus.
She looked at Amanda. "Take care of him."
Amanda smiled. "I always do." The bus doors closed and Shelly took her seat. She waved as the
bus pulled out of the long driveway. She waved as it drove her down the street towards the
airport. She even waved as the planed lifted off the ground.
The three Immortals and Dawson waved until the bus had disappeared around the corner.
"Anyone hungry?" Methos asked.
"Famished." answered Amanda.
Joe laughed. "Do you to solve everything with food?"
MacLeod shook his head. "Actually, Amanda steals and Methos disappears or complains until
someone tries to cut his head off."
Both Immortals shot him disparaging glances.
Then they answered a resounding yes.
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Two weeks later
"I don't have to go." Rochelle said to MacLeod as Methos helped load her bags onto the shuttle
bus that was moments away from taking the North American Theatre Troupe to the airport and
their next destination, Germany.
"Amanda," Methos said, grunting as he hauled the last suitcase aboard the shuttle. "What's this I
hear about you and some cop named Woof?"
She groaned, "He's an ex-cop, if you must know. And his name is Nick Wolfe, not Woof."
Methos remarked thoughtfully, "A thief and a cop; it's rather poetic."
"Or a giant conflict of interest," Joe added.
Rochelle yelled, "Come on you two, leave her alone."
Methos pouted, "But we were having so much fun."
The young Immortal smiled ruefully at Amanda and told Methos and Joe, "Leave her alone or
we'll rip your lungs out and wear them as back packs."
Joe blanched. Methos muttered, "Enough graphic imagery?"
Rochelle returned her attention to Mac, "So, do I stay or do I go?"
MacLeod smiled wryly. His pupil had been saying the same thing for two days. He knew she had
only the best of intentions in mind, but he also knew that if he let her stay, then she would be
missing out on the experience of a lifetime. Well, this one anyway.
"Go." he said, grasping her shoulders.
She bit her lip. "Are you sure? I mean, it's kind of hard to be taught, or to teach, when the pupil
is in a different country."
"Go already!" Amanda exclaimed. She hooked on to MacLeod's arm. She, MacLeod, Methos,
and Joe Dawson, had come to the embassy early in the morning to see Rochelle off. The young
Immortal smiled and nodded. Methos clapped his hands sharply.
"All done, your highness."
"Oh shut up and do something without complaining for once in your life." Shelly remarked,
embracing him as her companions laughed. "Now say thank you."
"What?"
"Say thank you." she commanded.
Methos shrugged. "Thank you."
Rochelle smiled. "You're welcome."
Methos raised a brow. "For what?"
"Goliath is no more." Shell-Belle reached out and hugged Amanda.
"Don't be a stranger." Amanda murmured, kissing the girl on the cheek.
"I won't." Rochelle held MacLeod tightly. "I'll write. Besides, they're being so decent as to give
me a two week vacation after we finish in Norway. I'll come back."
MacLeod nodded. "Be careful."
"Always. Besides, if you want to check up on me, all you have to do is check with Joe, right?"
Dawson smiled. "Anytime." He kissed Rochelle's cheek and she boarded the bus.
She looked at Amanda. "Take care of him."
Amanda smiled. "I always do." The bus doors closed and Shelly took her seat. She waved as the
bus pulled out of the long driveway. She waved as it drove her down the street towards the
airport. She even waved as the planed lifted off the ground.
The three Immortals and Dawson waved until the bus had disappeared around the corner.
"Anyone hungry?" Methos asked.
"Famished." answered Amanda.
Joe laughed. "Do you to solve everything with food?"
MacLeod shook his head. "Actually, Amanda steals and Methos disappears or complains until
someone tries to cut his head off."
Both Immortals shot him disparaging glances.
Then they answered a resounding yes.
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