A/N: Thanks to rosie, White Kittie and Feynor for reviewing! C'mon, there must be more
than three people that've read this. A little info on my chapters: don't be surprised if it just
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Max pondered what to do about it in her apartment that night. She wasn't quite up to a night
out, and she had to work out what to do about Mac and Adam. Well, first things first. Must
hack into Watcher database to find out what I can about these two. I could hack in from some
net caf‚...and get tracked to the computer, then told in from the owner of the place. That had
happened to her more than once with the Watchers. Or, I could call Logan. She bit her lip.
She didn't know exactly why she was...admit it...scared to call him. That's it. She decided.
Scared schmared. I'm calling him.
"Cale residence." A woman answered. One that she didn't know. Max bit her lip harder.
"Is Logan there?"
"Sure, I'll get him. Who's calling?" She sounded friendly enough.
"Max."
"OK." She sounded dubious. What, I'm not even worth mentioning to your new girl, Logan?
She thought, then regretted it. That was just bitter. You never so much as said anything to
him. What do you expect? And she might not be his girlfriend.
"Logan!" She heard the woman call.
"What?" Logan sounded grumpy. She grinned. No doubt she had interrupted the saving of the
world. Again.
"Phone for you!"
"I'm busy -"
"Someone called Max!" Silence. Max held her breath, but felt a smile creeping to her lips.
Then Logan was on the phone.
"Hey." She wished she could see him. Scratch that. So long as she was wishing, she was
wishing Manticore dead, and her back in Seattle to boot.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Well, I'm trying to save the world here, but you interrupted." He replied, mock-disdainful
and peeved.
"World's gonna have to wait. What do you know about the 'Watchers'?"
"Um...there's some kind of urban legend about Immortal humans, and these guys supposed
record their lives." He sounded confused.
"Hell, how do you find these things out?" Max asked, genuinely impressed for once. Not that
he was going to find that out.
"Conspiracy theory websites are everywhere. Why are you asking?"
"Well, sit down." A loud cough went into the phone, and Max winced.
"Sorry." She actually meant it, too. "They're both real."
"What?!"
"I went on this mission, when I was twelve. And I had to investigate them - find out if they
were for real. I came back, said they had some nice antiques, but were crackpots. And that
was pretty much the end of it, besides the fact that they now owe me. But now I'm working
for this guy, and I'm positive he is one. Do you know much about them?"
"Putting the whole disbelief thing aside for now, they heal with their Quickening..." he gave
her a rundown on them.
"That's pretty much it. Anyway, my employer, his friend, and the owner of a bar nearby is
my employer's Watcher. My employer's friend I know almost nothing of. Except that he can
drink as much as Zack - marginally less than me." Logan laughed.
"OK, what do you want me to do about it?"
"Um, the Watchers have this database, all Immortals are on it pretty much. So if you could
look up Adam Pierson and Duncan Macleod, I'd much appreciate it."
"OK...hang on." A few minutes later, he said, "Found it, but it'll take me a while, so you may
as well go. I'll call back when I'm done. Anything else?" He sounded almost unhappy about
hanging up.
"Um, you could look up an Immortal that wouldn't spread his name about, whose name starts
with M. And is about a thousand, or older. Brown hair, pale skin, tall..." She tried to
remember more about what he looked like, but apparently alcohol wasn't good for the
memory.
"Sure...um, explain?"
"Well, Mac slipped on Adam's name the other day, and he began to say something starting
with M. So I figured it might be that. And I overheard Adam say he wasn't spreading his true
name about for a reason, and he had five hundred diaries."
"Right. See you later then..." He said.
"Right. Page me if I'm out. Bye." She hung up, and flopped onto her bed. Times like these
she wished she slept more. After checking her watch for the sixteenth time, and finding it
was only ten minutes since she hung up, she decided to go tail Adam around for awhile.
Right now, they were pretty much equal in what they knew of each other. She decided she
might just be able to fix that...
Two minutes later she was zooming around on her motorcycle, making for Adam's house.
Ah. Just heading out. Perfect. She ditched the bike about a block away, and crept after him.
She tailed him silently as he wandered seemingly aimlessly through alleys and back streets. If
this is his idea of a nice walk, he's got a problem. Ah. Nice flat-looking roof. Jump up there,
he'll never see me. She checked for bystanders. No one coming down the street, no one at the
windows, behind her -
Max dodged to her left at full speed, and whirled around. Only lightning fast reflexes and
instinct had saved her. Five brawny guys, one with a nice-looking gun. Only one gun, and
she'd be all right if she could get rid of it, but in the meantime...they were five strong guys
with a gun. She prayed Adam wouldn't come to investigate. That would put tonight beyond
all redemption. The guy with the gun stepped forward, and she tried to look fearful. He
relaxed a little, and loosened his grip on his gun.
Mistake.
Max knocked it out of his hand in a vicious kick that smashed up part of the gun as well as
his hand. He yelled, and a fair way down the street, Methos turned around.
Girl...guys looking murderous. He groaned inwardly. Looks like the boys were out to have
some fun, whether she liked it or not, and she was...not liking it. He hesitantly began walking
back towards them. Fair enough, there were five brawny guys, but he was Immortal, he had a
sword, and he wasn't turning into Macleod by helping, he was just being nice. But his pace
slowed even more as he approached, and he blinked, surprised. The girl was no immortal, or
he would have felt it by now, but she was taking them out like so many bugs. She was
lightning quick, and trained in hand-to-hand combat, by the look of her. And strong. Very
strong, to knock two flying with a couple of hard kicks.
Max caught a glimpse of Adam walking back towards the struggle. Shit. Logan had so better
dig up some dirt on this guy, or I'm going to have to either kill him and Mac, or change
cities...again. I'm going for murder.
Adam watched worriedly. She had seemed distracted for a moment, and one just landed a
hard punch to her temple. She lurched back, but just as he went to pull out his sword, she
lurched forward again and slammed the guy's head with her own. Hard, seeing as he was
reeling now. Did she have metal plating in her skull or something?
She took out one more, and then ran for it, disappearing quickly. He decided to make good
his escape as well. Those guys looked pissy. He went home, thinking the events over. When
all was said and done, a girl had taken on five big guys, one with a gun, and came out on top.
And that meant she was different. Not that he was going to go around and ask questions. He
was smarter than that. But here was something he had never even encountered. Nice to know
there still was stuff like that. Kept life interesting.
*****Max*****
Max wheeled her bike into her apartment to hear her phone ringing. She grabbed it.
"Logan?"
"Yeah, it's me. Listen, this Adam guy, he's..." Max grinned nastily. She just knew this would
make her feel better. "on the Watcher records, head researcher of the Methos project. Methos
is supposed to be a legend among them, five, six thousand years old, no one even knows if
he's still alive. They talk about him like...he's a legend, basically. And..." he paused. Max
was intrigued. "Keep going!"
"There are a few 'm' Immortals over one thousand, but...they all have pictures, and only one
could fit your description. And they've all been sighted recently, so they couldn't pass
themselves off as Watchers. Think about it, Max." He sounded half-excited, half-dubious.
She thought. Head of Methos project. Click. Posing as Watcher. Click. No picture, but he's
over a thousand. Click.
"He's...Methos." Her own voice sounded uncertain. "He is Methos. My God. Five thousand
years, can you imagine that?" She laughed suddenly, a little shrilly. "He could tell you what
Jesus was like. Imagine what he'd know! He speaks about things thousands of years ago like
he's been there, with this innocent look. God! I can't believe this."
"I still don't exactly believe in Immortals." Logan laughed, but it sounded a little strangled.
"Give me a week. But as to your other guy, he's a little calmer. Duncan Macleod of the Clan
Macleod, knows about the Watchers - that's quite rare - and often talks to his - Joe." He
paused.
"And it says he's another boy scout like you, isn't he?" Max asked mischievously.
"We prefer the term 'do-gooder', thank you." He replied in his haughtiest tone. They both
laughed.
"I can believe that. He's nice enough. How old?"
"Four hundred or so."
"Phew. Don't think I could live with another person who's met Christ." She responded wryly.
"How're the eyes going?"
"Good, good. Missing you, but anyway." Max felt a tingle of pleasure. Even if it was
probably just because of Eyes Only, he was still missing her.
"Yeah, miss you too." She tried to toss it off lightly. "Need anything?"
"Not right now. Thanks, though."
"Welcome. You don't have to ask, you know." His laugh was a little self-deprecatory, but
genuine. "Since when do I worry about that?" It was another hour before they hung up, and
Max was surprised. It had felt like five minutes. She flopped into bed. Only ten. Well, she'd
just wake up at midnight, or one or something, and take a ride on her baby.
than three people that've read this. A little info on my chapters: don't be surprised if it just
stops in the middle of a conversation. I'm uploading whenever I go on the net and I've
written a bit more.
Disclaimer: Not mine, Egg Dude and Mr. Help-my-boat-is-sinking own 'em. Duh.
Max pondered what to do about it in her apartment that night. She wasn't quite up to a night
out, and she had to work out what to do about Mac and Adam. Well, first things first. Must
hack into Watcher database to find out what I can about these two. I could hack in from some
net caf‚...and get tracked to the computer, then told in from the owner of the place. That had
happened to her more than once with the Watchers. Or, I could call Logan. She bit her lip.
She didn't know exactly why she was...admit it...scared to call him. That's it. She decided.
Scared schmared. I'm calling him.
"Cale residence." A woman answered. One that she didn't know. Max bit her lip harder.
"Is Logan there?"
"Sure, I'll get him. Who's calling?" She sounded friendly enough.
"Max."
"OK." She sounded dubious. What, I'm not even worth mentioning to your new girl, Logan?
She thought, then regretted it. That was just bitter. You never so much as said anything to
him. What do you expect? And she might not be his girlfriend.
"Logan!" She heard the woman call.
"What?" Logan sounded grumpy. She grinned. No doubt she had interrupted the saving of the
world. Again.
"Phone for you!"
"I'm busy -"
"Someone called Max!" Silence. Max held her breath, but felt a smile creeping to her lips.
Then Logan was on the phone.
"Hey." She wished she could see him. Scratch that. So long as she was wishing, she was
wishing Manticore dead, and her back in Seattle to boot.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Well, I'm trying to save the world here, but you interrupted." He replied, mock-disdainful
and peeved.
"World's gonna have to wait. What do you know about the 'Watchers'?"
"Um...there's some kind of urban legend about Immortal humans, and these guys supposed
record their lives." He sounded confused.
"Hell, how do you find these things out?" Max asked, genuinely impressed for once. Not that
he was going to find that out.
"Conspiracy theory websites are everywhere. Why are you asking?"
"Well, sit down." A loud cough went into the phone, and Max winced.
"Sorry." She actually meant it, too. "They're both real."
"What?!"
"I went on this mission, when I was twelve. And I had to investigate them - find out if they
were for real. I came back, said they had some nice antiques, but were crackpots. And that
was pretty much the end of it, besides the fact that they now owe me. But now I'm working
for this guy, and I'm positive he is one. Do you know much about them?"
"Putting the whole disbelief thing aside for now, they heal with their Quickening..." he gave
her a rundown on them.
"That's pretty much it. Anyway, my employer, his friend, and the owner of a bar nearby is
my employer's Watcher. My employer's friend I know almost nothing of. Except that he can
drink as much as Zack - marginally less than me." Logan laughed.
"OK, what do you want me to do about it?"
"Um, the Watchers have this database, all Immortals are on it pretty much. So if you could
look up Adam Pierson and Duncan Macleod, I'd much appreciate it."
"OK...hang on." A few minutes later, he said, "Found it, but it'll take me a while, so you may
as well go. I'll call back when I'm done. Anything else?" He sounded almost unhappy about
hanging up.
"Um, you could look up an Immortal that wouldn't spread his name about, whose name starts
with M. And is about a thousand, or older. Brown hair, pale skin, tall..." She tried to
remember more about what he looked like, but apparently alcohol wasn't good for the
memory.
"Sure...um, explain?"
"Well, Mac slipped on Adam's name the other day, and he began to say something starting
with M. So I figured it might be that. And I overheard Adam say he wasn't spreading his true
name about for a reason, and he had five hundred diaries."
"Right. See you later then..." He said.
"Right. Page me if I'm out. Bye." She hung up, and flopped onto her bed. Times like these
she wished she slept more. After checking her watch for the sixteenth time, and finding it
was only ten minutes since she hung up, she decided to go tail Adam around for awhile.
Right now, they were pretty much equal in what they knew of each other. She decided she
might just be able to fix that...
Two minutes later she was zooming around on her motorcycle, making for Adam's house.
Ah. Just heading out. Perfect. She ditched the bike about a block away, and crept after him.
She tailed him silently as he wandered seemingly aimlessly through alleys and back streets. If
this is his idea of a nice walk, he's got a problem. Ah. Nice flat-looking roof. Jump up there,
he'll never see me. She checked for bystanders. No one coming down the street, no one at the
windows, behind her -
Max dodged to her left at full speed, and whirled around. Only lightning fast reflexes and
instinct had saved her. Five brawny guys, one with a nice-looking gun. Only one gun, and
she'd be all right if she could get rid of it, but in the meantime...they were five strong guys
with a gun. She prayed Adam wouldn't come to investigate. That would put tonight beyond
all redemption. The guy with the gun stepped forward, and she tried to look fearful. He
relaxed a little, and loosened his grip on his gun.
Mistake.
Max knocked it out of his hand in a vicious kick that smashed up part of the gun as well as
his hand. He yelled, and a fair way down the street, Methos turned around.
Girl...guys looking murderous. He groaned inwardly. Looks like the boys were out to have
some fun, whether she liked it or not, and she was...not liking it. He hesitantly began walking
back towards them. Fair enough, there were five brawny guys, but he was Immortal, he had a
sword, and he wasn't turning into Macleod by helping, he was just being nice. But his pace
slowed even more as he approached, and he blinked, surprised. The girl was no immortal, or
he would have felt it by now, but she was taking them out like so many bugs. She was
lightning quick, and trained in hand-to-hand combat, by the look of her. And strong. Very
strong, to knock two flying with a couple of hard kicks.
Max caught a glimpse of Adam walking back towards the struggle. Shit. Logan had so better
dig up some dirt on this guy, or I'm going to have to either kill him and Mac, or change
cities...again. I'm going for murder.
Adam watched worriedly. She had seemed distracted for a moment, and one just landed a
hard punch to her temple. She lurched back, but just as he went to pull out his sword, she
lurched forward again and slammed the guy's head with her own. Hard, seeing as he was
reeling now. Did she have metal plating in her skull or something?
She took out one more, and then ran for it, disappearing quickly. He decided to make good
his escape as well. Those guys looked pissy. He went home, thinking the events over. When
all was said and done, a girl had taken on five big guys, one with a gun, and came out on top.
And that meant she was different. Not that he was going to go around and ask questions. He
was smarter than that. But here was something he had never even encountered. Nice to know
there still was stuff like that. Kept life interesting.
*****Max*****
Max wheeled her bike into her apartment to hear her phone ringing. She grabbed it.
"Logan?"
"Yeah, it's me. Listen, this Adam guy, he's..." Max grinned nastily. She just knew this would
make her feel better. "on the Watcher records, head researcher of the Methos project. Methos
is supposed to be a legend among them, five, six thousand years old, no one even knows if
he's still alive. They talk about him like...he's a legend, basically. And..." he paused. Max
was intrigued. "Keep going!"
"There are a few 'm' Immortals over one thousand, but...they all have pictures, and only one
could fit your description. And they've all been sighted recently, so they couldn't pass
themselves off as Watchers. Think about it, Max." He sounded half-excited, half-dubious.
She thought. Head of Methos project. Click. Posing as Watcher. Click. No picture, but he's
over a thousand. Click.
"He's...Methos." Her own voice sounded uncertain. "He is Methos. My God. Five thousand
years, can you imagine that?" She laughed suddenly, a little shrilly. "He could tell you what
Jesus was like. Imagine what he'd know! He speaks about things thousands of years ago like
he's been there, with this innocent look. God! I can't believe this."
"I still don't exactly believe in Immortals." Logan laughed, but it sounded a little strangled.
"Give me a week. But as to your other guy, he's a little calmer. Duncan Macleod of the Clan
Macleod, knows about the Watchers - that's quite rare - and often talks to his - Joe." He
paused.
"And it says he's another boy scout like you, isn't he?" Max asked mischievously.
"We prefer the term 'do-gooder', thank you." He replied in his haughtiest tone. They both
laughed.
"I can believe that. He's nice enough. How old?"
"Four hundred or so."
"Phew. Don't think I could live with another person who's met Christ." She responded wryly.
"How're the eyes going?"
"Good, good. Missing you, but anyway." Max felt a tingle of pleasure. Even if it was
probably just because of Eyes Only, he was still missing her.
"Yeah, miss you too." She tried to toss it off lightly. "Need anything?"
"Not right now. Thanks, though."
"Welcome. You don't have to ask, you know." His laugh was a little self-deprecatory, but
genuine. "Since when do I worry about that?" It was another hour before they hung up, and
Max was surprised. It had felt like five minutes. She flopped into bed. Only ten. Well, she'd
just wake up at midnight, or one or something, and take a ride on her baby.