--- Chapter 2
"Damn," Methos swore to himself. 'I knew there was something odd about her," he thought. Methos walked beside Willow who was glancing over at him every few seconds and blushed nervously. "Damn," she thought. "As if losing Tara and almost destroying the world wasn't bad enough, I have to deal with a very good looking naked man."
Methos glanced at his nervous and silent companion and saw a tense young woman. What surprised him the most was to see the electricity sparking between her fingers. Quickly hiding her hand behind her back she smiled nervously and said, "We're here!"
Inside, Methos waited behind the stairwell and mulled over his thoughts. He was bothered a bit about the electricity but knowing that there was one Cassandra in the world, he knew there had to be more like her. After 5000 years of life Methos had seen many things and fought many things natural and supernatural alike. After the recent catastrophe with Ahriman, he was brought back to the reality that was the supernatural. The problem with Willows was not that she had at least some magical abilities but that she was destined to be an Immortal.
Hearing footsteps Methos stepped around the stairs to see Willow bouncing down them with clothing in hand. "Here," she said as she handed Methos the clothes.
"The bathroom is right through that door over there. I'll wait out here till you're done."
"Are you sure about that?" Methos toyed. Willow flushed bright red and Methos smirked.
--- Inside the bathroom, Methos put on the clothing and glanced in the mirror to do a once-over. His eyes narrowed as he saw the other reflection in the mirror. "Whistler, what do you want?" demanded Methos as he turned sharply around. The demon messenger from the Powers took a step back against the bathroom door and held up his hands. "Calm down Methos old buddy. I am just here to deliver a message." "Deliver and leave," growled Methos.
"The Powers want you to know that there is going to be a new evil rising around here soon. They said you will need more help than what you can get around here, so call a few friends and I'll see you all when you get them here." "Them? Who exactly do you want me to call?" Methos inquired. Whistler disappeared. Methos growled.
--- Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod rolled over and picked up the phone as it rang for the third time. "MacLeod," he answered. "What do you want that made you call this early?" he asked curtly. "Sunnydale, California. You need help. Bring Joe. Bring Amanda." "This had better be important," Duncan growled into the phone. MacLeod hung up the phone and rolled over to gently shake Amanda awake. "Wake up, we need to go." Amanda opened one eye wearily and glared at MacLeod. "Don't you know I need my beauty sleep MacLeod? What is the problem and why am I being involved without permission?" Duncan glanced appreciatively at her still naked form and said, "I don't know, but Methos needs help and requested our assistance." "Well, I want a reward first," she smiled at him coyly. "That can be arranged," he said as he leaned over to make the most of a few hours before dawn.
"Damn," Methos swore to himself. 'I knew there was something odd about her," he thought. Methos walked beside Willow who was glancing over at him every few seconds and blushed nervously. "Damn," she thought. "As if losing Tara and almost destroying the world wasn't bad enough, I have to deal with a very good looking naked man."
Methos glanced at his nervous and silent companion and saw a tense young woman. What surprised him the most was to see the electricity sparking between her fingers. Quickly hiding her hand behind her back she smiled nervously and said, "We're here!"
Inside, Methos waited behind the stairwell and mulled over his thoughts. He was bothered a bit about the electricity but knowing that there was one Cassandra in the world, he knew there had to be more like her. After 5000 years of life Methos had seen many things and fought many things natural and supernatural alike. After the recent catastrophe with Ahriman, he was brought back to the reality that was the supernatural. The problem with Willows was not that she had at least some magical abilities but that she was destined to be an Immortal.
Hearing footsteps Methos stepped around the stairs to see Willow bouncing down them with clothing in hand. "Here," she said as she handed Methos the clothes.
"The bathroom is right through that door over there. I'll wait out here till you're done."
"Are you sure about that?" Methos toyed. Willow flushed bright red and Methos smirked.
--- Inside the bathroom, Methos put on the clothing and glanced in the mirror to do a once-over. His eyes narrowed as he saw the other reflection in the mirror. "Whistler, what do you want?" demanded Methos as he turned sharply around. The demon messenger from the Powers took a step back against the bathroom door and held up his hands. "Calm down Methos old buddy. I am just here to deliver a message." "Deliver and leave," growled Methos.
"The Powers want you to know that there is going to be a new evil rising around here soon. They said you will need more help than what you can get around here, so call a few friends and I'll see you all when you get them here." "Them? Who exactly do you want me to call?" Methos inquired. Whistler disappeared. Methos growled.
--- Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod rolled over and picked up the phone as it rang for the third time. "MacLeod," he answered. "What do you want that made you call this early?" he asked curtly. "Sunnydale, California. You need help. Bring Joe. Bring Amanda." "This had better be important," Duncan growled into the phone. MacLeod hung up the phone and rolled over to gently shake Amanda awake. "Wake up, we need to go." Amanda opened one eye wearily and glared at MacLeod. "Don't you know I need my beauty sleep MacLeod? What is the problem and why am I being involved without permission?" Duncan glanced appreciatively at her still naked form and said, "I don't know, but Methos needs help and requested our assistance." "Well, I want a reward first," she smiled at him coyly. "That can be arranged," he said as he leaned over to make the most of a few hours before dawn.