Her motel room was dark, except for the burning candle on the other side of the room and she wasn't alone.

"There she is." the deep voice sent chills through her body.

"Get out." Scotland simply stated.

"Why?" the curtains moved as she felt Jeremiah's blade up against her throat. "I thought we were soul mates."

"That was a long time ago."

"You've eliminated all my students." He dropped the blade and grabbed her by the hair.
"I am everywhere you are. Running is impossible." His face came ever closer to hers, with a quick movement, they were both engrossed in a passionate kiss.

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A figure loomed outside and observed the two figures, it was the same blond man, thought to have died in the sitting room of Scotland's home.

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Richie waited outside as Duncan unlocked the door to Scot's room.

"Hey Scot, I got some...." The Immortal saw Jeremiah, standing over Scotland, his sword in hand.

"Duncan, pleasure to see you again." Jeremiah stood his ground.

"Fancy suit Jeremiah," Mac slowly put the steaming beverage on the table, "why don't you put down the sword....."

Scotland's hands and feet were bound by linens from the bed and opened her eyes at the sound of Mac's voice.

Enrage that she had awakened, Jeremiah turned his blade from head to heart.

Into her heart went the sword, Mac lunged from the small table towards the bed, but was knocked in the forehead with the butt of the sword.
While he got up, Jeremiah took one quick swing at Scotland's throat.

"Richie!" Duncan pointed as Richie followed the man out the porch doors. Mac's attention turned to Scot, after untying her, he sat vigil.

Though she still had her head, Scot's heart had stopped and a cut throat.

"I lost him...." Richie returned huffing and puffing. "Mac?"

"One minute." Mac tightened his grip on both her hands as Scotland's body received the Immortal life once again.

Her eyes met Mac's as she took another deep breath.

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"Can you explain to me why Jeremiah would NOT take your head that time?" He sounded like a father, more then a big brother.

She sat silent on the desk in his office and waited for his ranting to finish.

"Well do have anything to say or are you just going to sit there?"

"Its against the rules."

"Rules? What does he care about them? He killed Watchers, and that is a big rule breaker."
He paused, and waited for a response from her. "What else, besides being an Immortal, have you done to him that would cause him to become this enraged?"

"Revenge. It seems, my friend, I have taken his students from this earth."

"Students? Like what you were supposed to be?"

"Yes. Apparently, he put a price on my head, his students were the first to take advantage of it."

"They lost."

"Of course, his last student, Tara, was the strongest of all. When I took her head, something was not right, after the Quickening, I was unable to move."

"That's not unusual." He reminded.

"After an hour, I began to get the feeling back in my body and pulled myself together...didn't Joe tell you?"

"No, no he didn't, why don't you."

"I had to call Kenzie for help, to get home. When he came, Mary was in a panic back at the villa. Duncan, I was on bed rest for three days,
whatever power Tara had, my body had a hard time adjusting to. I can't believe Joe didn't tell you." She slid off the desk and started for the open door.

"I don't believe that a Quickening would do that to anyone."

"Believe it," Joe spoke up. "I received the tape of the incident. We had heard about what happened, Scotland, we're sorry."

"What happened?" Duncan questioned as the female headed for the door.

"I'm not your Watcher!" Scotland yelled after the door closed.

"Joe?"
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Scotland had just stepped from the bathroom, hair dripping wet, in a black sports bra and hunter green sweat pants, after she locked the back door, her senses told her another immortal was close
and it wasn't Richie or Mac. Behind her a figure grabbed the loose hair and dragged her, kicking and screaming, half way across the room to the back door.

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Upstairs Richie came in, holding a long, tube package. "What's that?" Joe asked as Richie was headed for the elevator.

"I don't know, it's for Scotland."

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The blond figure swung her by the hair into the front of the counter.
She heard the elevator coming and yelled for Duncan as the man took his blade and readied it for a strike.
With her arms she blocked the blows and scrambled to her feet. Arms bloodied from the sword slices, Scot kicked the blond man in the stomach, then he suffered a blow to the nose when he knelt over. She picked up the Katana and readied to behead him.

"Stop!" Mac ordered.

"Joshua." Joe remarked. "What have you done?"

"Something I should have done a long time ago."

Scotland went to strike him down, for being involved with slaying Mary, Kenzie and the others, when Joshua pulled the blade from her hands and began a chase with Richie on his heels.

"Bastard." she mumbled under her breath.

"What the hell are you thinking?" Mac yelled at her.

"I can ask you the same thing!" She yelled back at him.

"Duncan. Scotland. Enough!" Joe's voice was clear and bold.

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