A/n: I'm running out of things to say in these notes! This chapter will
have Cassandra meeting Severus and more facts about both Severus and
Methos's pasts are told. Chapter 17: In which Cassie Meets Sevvie
Chapter 17:
He was warm. That was the first thing that he noticed. That in itself was strange, as he had woken up cold every morning for as long as he could remember. He also used to wake up alone.
His eyes shot open, and looked in wonder at the man wrapped up with him on the bed. He smiled remembering last night and the softly spoken, heartfelt words. They were connected now, how he couldn't tell, but it ran deeper than anything he had ever felt before, and it was almost as if he could read the other's thoughts. He brought a hand up and brushed some hair off his lover's brow. He stirred. Methos's eyes opened and blinked sleepily at Severus before smiling.
"Good morning, love."
"Good morning." He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Methos's lips, pulling away before it got too deep. "I love you." Methos grinned a cheeky grin.
"I know." Severus laughed softly and cupped Methos's cheek in one hand.
"You are almost intolerable." The grin widened.
"I know that too," Methos pulled Severus in for another kiss. "And you should know, without any doubt, that I love you as well." His eyes strayed from Severus's face to look at the clock on the far wall. "Damn."
"What is it?"
"We have to get up soon. Breakfast will be served shortly and I don't have any clothes."
"You can borrow a pair of my robes. It's not like anyone will notice…they all look the same." Methos nodded and rolled away, stretching like a cat, and cracking his neck. He sighed and relaxed back into the soft mattress. He looked back over at Severus.
"You want to shower first or can I?" Severus leered.
"Why waste the water? We can both shower at the same time."
"Not if we want to make it to breakfast, we can't."
"True. Why don't you go first? While you're in the shower I can get the robes."
"Alright." Methos rolled over to give Severus one last quick kiss, then crawled over to the edge of the bed. He stood, the sheets first clinging, then falling, showing smooth alabaster skin, glowing in the firelight. Severus's breath caught as Methos moved, all sensual grace and teasing sexuality before disappearing into the bathroom. He heard the water turn on through the open door before he had the composure to be able to move again. He stood, the sheets clinging to him as they had with Methos, but he brushed them aside. Putting his dressing gown on against the chill of the chill of the dungeons he started moving about the room, pulling a robe from here, a pair of boots from there, making the bed, setting both pairs of robes out on the bed.
He was almost done when he heard his lover's voice coming from inside the bathroom. He didn't recognize it, so grabbing a towel he entered the bathroom. He laughed when he finally figured out what it was…it was an old drinking song in Ancient Egyptian! The only way he recognized it was he identified the language and the jaunty tune to which it was sung. The singer heard his laughter, and stuck a soapy, wet head out from behind the curtain.
"What's so funny?" Methos inquired.
"You. You're just full of the strangest things." Methos smirked.
"You think this is strange? This is nothing compared to some of the Phoenician songs I know. They were all sailors, through and through, and had the strangest sense of humor." He shook his head in mock wonder before belting out another line, pulling his head back in. Severus just laughed again and returned to his room to read while Methos finished his shower.
After a while he heard the shower shut off and a few moments later Methos emerged, clothed only in a low-riding towel. Severus's eyebrows stood at attention while Methos slowly dressed. Methos looked aver and said with a smirk.
"Shower's free." With a start and an un-heartfelt glare Severus went about his morning routine. He was a little surprised when Methos asked if he could use his razor, while Severus was still in the shower. At Severus's approval Methos started to shave, mindful of nicks and cuts, but with the practice of centuries.
He finished just as Severus stepped from the showers, the excess water running down his pale chest in tiny rivers, and dripping off his wet hair. Severus smiled at him as he toweled off, settling the towel on his shoulders to catch the water from his hair. Methos smiled back and Severus went to get changed.
Severus was brushing his hair out, it being almost completely dry from the towel when Adam emerged from the bathroom, (a/n yes…Adam, not Methos, Adam emerged meaning he was in character) all groomed and polished, looking as pristine as he ever had. Severus raised an eyebrow at him in the mirror. With a smirk Methos shook his head, mussing up his hair, then glided over to where his lover sat. (a/n now he is out of character) Without speaking Methos took the brush from Severus and started to brush his hair for him. Severus relaxed to the ministrations, even handing Adam a tie to tie it back with. The tail was low and more masculine than a normal ponytail, and was just the way Severus did it himself. He smiled in gratitude.
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it. I love playing with your hair." Methos smiled as he saw the faint blush spread across Severus features that happened whenever he was complimented. "Now…off to breakfast with you."
"Aren't you coming?" Methos sighed.
"I'm going to stop by my room and get some things." Severus nodded. They both left and at the top of the stairs, where the two would part ways Methos felt that presence again coming from the Great Hall. "Here is my detour. I will see you later." The next was spoken in a near whisper. "I love you."
"And I you." It was equally soft and Severus reached out and briefly squeezed Methos's hand before heading on alone into the Great Hall. Methos stood there for a moment longer, then sighed and shook his head. Without another sound Adam Pierson walked up to his room and away from the other Immortal.
In the Great Hall
Severus walked up to the teacher's table and saw a stranger sitting next to Remus (not in Methos's seat, but next to it) 'that must be the Cassandra Methos was talking of.' He sat down in Methos's seat, thinking it would probably be a good idea to keep those two separated as much as possible.
"Good Morning." Remus smiled at Severus, noticing a certain sparkle in his eyes and a faint flush to his pallid complexion making him look merely pale, rather than sickly. Somebody got lucky last night.
"Good Morning, Severus. This is Cassandra, the new divination professor that Dumbledore was speaking of. Cassie, this is Severus Snape, our potions master."
"Pleasure," Severus said, extending his hand.
"It's all mine," Cassandra practically purred, holding his hand a little too long. He noticed and his small smile became a little more forced. She took no notice. Remus did. He had to bite a lip to keep from laughing. Cassandra was coming on to him, and the man wasn't responding positively at all! He could understand why, though. He had told Cassandra that not only was he taken, that he was gay as well as soon as she had made a move. And, well, Severus had grown up since their time at Hogwarts, into quite the dashing figure. His dark hair, beard, and pale skin did have a certain devilish appeal to it.
Just as Sirius would look if he had a beard. 'Oh well. I guess I'm stuck with ruggedly handsome, instead.' He thought, not at all unhappy about it. He looked back at the two. Cassandra had completely detached herself from his side, and was now focused on Severus, who was obviously uninterested, though she didn't see it. He was ignoring her looks, her little innuendos, and her low cut, form fitting robes…the same ones which had every male (and a few females) drooling at the sight.
As breakfast went on Cassandra got bolder in her attentions and Severus's scowl deepened due to the continued absence of his lover. 'Where is he? I need him to get her off of me.' Cassandra shifted next to him, showing off more of her ...um…assets. Severus barely stopped himself from the groan of frustration, but was unable to refrain from rolling his eyes. Remus caught this, being the only other adult male in the room not watching her, and had to suppress a chuckle.
She leaned in and rested her arm on his shoulder, tracing his ear with her finger and said with a throaty whisper, "You know, I have always found potions to be…exciting. Brewing them in large iron cauldrons, hearing them bubble and sizzle and steam, stirring them in long slow strokes or quick hard…spurts." Severus straitened, the innuendo in her voice not hard to misinterpret. His patience had finally worn too thin and it was now obvious that Methos was not going to show. When he spoke, his voice was tight.
"Please remove your hand. I must say that for a first impression you have given me a rather unpleasant one, showing yourself off as a hussy. Wizards, Woman! You are a professor at a highly respected Magic School. Do I really need to remind you to act appropriately?"
Cassandra drew back swiftly, as if stung, and Remus was turning pink trying to contain his laughter. She suddenly grew cold and glared at him, unsuccessfully hiding her embarrassment at being rebuked so due to the pink of her pale cheeks. "No. You don't." She turned back to her meal, her movements jerky and angry.
"Good." No longer hungry Severus stood to find Methos. 'Why the hell didn't he show up?'
Adam Pierson's rooms
Methos re-entered his rooms, coming back from his morning routine. He quietly closed the door behind him and placed the sword on the bed. He moved to the bathroom to lean up a little.
"Why weren't you at breakfast?" Severus's voice made him jump. He spun around, hand automatically reaching for his sword, but stopped just before the movement became more than a twitch. Severus noticed. "Why are you so jumpy all of a sudden?"
Methos's shoulders fell; his head ducked. "It's Cassandra. It's bad enough being close to a trained immortal, but an unstable one who's after your head is worse. I've been training more with my sword to prevent rustiness; I have a feeling that I will need all my skills top-notch before my time here is done. I didn't get a chance this morning, so I used this as an opportunity to get some…and avoid a confrontation in front of the whole school." Severus's eyes widened.
"She hates you that much? She would risk a public confrontation?"
"Yes. If not of the immortal nature, she would pin me as the raping, pillaging, murdering bastard I am. In order to get the correct response she would probably say I am an active Death Eater…not as nasty as the Horsemen were, but hated and feared enough to get, in her mind, the appropriate reaction."
"Which would be?"
"Drawn and quartering, tar and feathering, keel hauling, racking, Azkaban, burning at the stake, the Dementor's Kiss, beheading. All are painful; the last is permanent. And that's what she wants; to be rid of the monstrosity called Death."
"But you aren't Death anymore."
"I know that. You know that. Duncan knows that now. She doesn't. I don't know if she ever will." He snorted and folded his arms across his chest. He looked out the window, "I don't know which is more right. Her or us."
"What do you mean?"
"Just because I no longer give in to Death's impulses, doesn't mean that they aren't there. I hear him, every moment of every day, telling me to go back to the way I was. To feel the cold metal in my hands and the powerful warmth of my horse between my legs. To taste the blood on my hands and smell the paint on my face. To just take what I want, to hold in my hands the power of life and death. It's all still there. I crave it, yet I fear it. I can't tell you how many times I can't sleep for the bloody images in my brain. It's why I drink like a fish. To try and forget for just a moment's peace." Severus stood and walked over to the distraught man. He reached up and placed both his hands on Methos's shoulders.
"Methos. I know exactly what you're going through. I went through the same thing myself…I still am. Only I don't have the immortal healing to keep me from killing my liver. I make my potions, instead. They have the same effects. They let me sleep." He moved his hands to cup Methos's face. "The fact that you still keep the darkness at bay proves you are no longer a monster. Every time I go to a meeting I feel the pull. I get the cravings. It's getting harder and harder to deny them. But I still can. You can too."
"How are you so sure." The heart wrenching whisper was almost too much. Severus smiled at him.
"Because I hope, Methos. I love life. And I know you do too. I can feel it. Can you?" Methos nodded. He could feel it.
Severus leaned in and kissed Methos, starting slow and reassuring, but growing in love and intensity. Methos kissed him back, harder, testing his limits. Tongues twined and battled but not for dominance. No, they fought for fear of loss, for passion, but most of all, for understanding of the darker side of human nature. Both men knew the dark side; the evil men can do, and have emerged, not unscathed, but changed for the better.
Methos could feel their connection growing with every passing second. All that was Severus wrapped around his mind, pulsing with life, buzzing with…
Buzzing?
Methos pulled back quickly, his eyes widening in fear. He felt the presence of Cassandra coming closer. Severus looked at him, eyes slightly unfocused, lips pink and swollen.
"Methos?"
"It's her. She's coming. I'm not ready to face her yet." He grasped Severus's arms desperately. "I can't do it, Sev, I just can't. I can't go through with that again. I can't loose you."
"You aren't going to loose me. You will never loose me. I love you, remember?" Severus pulled the shaking ancient into his arms, waiting for him to calm. He didn't. The shaking just got worse. Then suddenly, he stopped. There was a nock on the door. Methos's voice was dead.
"She's here."
TBC.
A/N: What do you think? You like? Should I re-write this one? It just wouldn't come out like I wanted it too. ??? Well? I like what I did with Cassy, don't you? No, she isn't a hussy, not really, (well, maybe a little) but I thought that this would be good. Her so desperate that she hits on two taken (not to mention gay) guys. You like the wake up scene? I like that scene. I figured Methos would have some experience with hair being married 68 times. Also, why does Severus have a razor when he has a beard? He has a goatee, and needs to shave the sides. I may have forgotten to mention this before, but I have a feeling that Severus would wear glasses to read, small silver ones. (I think glasses (like those) are sexy. I know I am strange.) um…there WILL be a meeting of the two old ones in the next chapter…but with Mid terms it may take awhile.
No, I haven't forgotten about The Bloody Baron connection or Percy/Oliver, or Sirius. The BBC will happen in the sequel, and the others will show up soon. (But you need a willing suspension of disbelief) The Prank war has NOT been forgotten either…just put on hold for a bit. Expect them the first Hogsmead trip.
I WILL write side stories from time to time…funny ones, sexy ones, and explanatory ones. I currently have one with Methos/Snape at a muggle dance club (where they meet Percy/Oliver) another with M/S and H and Co. at a skate rink (it's hilarious…I just have to write it.) and I have one that's Percy/Oliver that will take a bit.
CyanideQueen- tests doo suck don't they. Luck on those SATs.
Lady Cinnibar – Uh…wow. No I did not know that. I'm flattered. To tell the truth, I've done the same with other stories. Tell your friends…spread the love!
WyldeHorse- yes, I will do your side stories. Some will be lemon. But be patient, they may be a while. We must have the same math teacher…I am being taught Geo by the Devil Incarnate. It's HORRIBLE. I'm in 10th myself and can definite sympathize (especially w/the sleep thing.)
Vampire Child – thanks. 2 down, 4 to go so help me GOD!
LunarBird – short and to the point. Like I review (sometimes) thanks. (I have a bad habit of writing one or two word reviews like "cool" and "MORE!")
OH! I just did spell check and I spelled habit, habbit, and as a choice hobbit came up. I think that is sooo coool! Well, until next time (meetings and well…you'll see) I'm your friendly neighborhood immortaljedi! Please R/R! ta ta!
Chapter 17:
He was warm. That was the first thing that he noticed. That in itself was strange, as he had woken up cold every morning for as long as he could remember. He also used to wake up alone.
His eyes shot open, and looked in wonder at the man wrapped up with him on the bed. He smiled remembering last night and the softly spoken, heartfelt words. They were connected now, how he couldn't tell, but it ran deeper than anything he had ever felt before, and it was almost as if he could read the other's thoughts. He brought a hand up and brushed some hair off his lover's brow. He stirred. Methos's eyes opened and blinked sleepily at Severus before smiling.
"Good morning, love."
"Good morning." He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Methos's lips, pulling away before it got too deep. "I love you." Methos grinned a cheeky grin.
"I know." Severus laughed softly and cupped Methos's cheek in one hand.
"You are almost intolerable." The grin widened.
"I know that too," Methos pulled Severus in for another kiss. "And you should know, without any doubt, that I love you as well." His eyes strayed from Severus's face to look at the clock on the far wall. "Damn."
"What is it?"
"We have to get up soon. Breakfast will be served shortly and I don't have any clothes."
"You can borrow a pair of my robes. It's not like anyone will notice…they all look the same." Methos nodded and rolled away, stretching like a cat, and cracking his neck. He sighed and relaxed back into the soft mattress. He looked back over at Severus.
"You want to shower first or can I?" Severus leered.
"Why waste the water? We can both shower at the same time."
"Not if we want to make it to breakfast, we can't."
"True. Why don't you go first? While you're in the shower I can get the robes."
"Alright." Methos rolled over to give Severus one last quick kiss, then crawled over to the edge of the bed. He stood, the sheets first clinging, then falling, showing smooth alabaster skin, glowing in the firelight. Severus's breath caught as Methos moved, all sensual grace and teasing sexuality before disappearing into the bathroom. He heard the water turn on through the open door before he had the composure to be able to move again. He stood, the sheets clinging to him as they had with Methos, but he brushed them aside. Putting his dressing gown on against the chill of the chill of the dungeons he started moving about the room, pulling a robe from here, a pair of boots from there, making the bed, setting both pairs of robes out on the bed.
He was almost done when he heard his lover's voice coming from inside the bathroom. He didn't recognize it, so grabbing a towel he entered the bathroom. He laughed when he finally figured out what it was…it was an old drinking song in Ancient Egyptian! The only way he recognized it was he identified the language and the jaunty tune to which it was sung. The singer heard his laughter, and stuck a soapy, wet head out from behind the curtain.
"What's so funny?" Methos inquired.
"You. You're just full of the strangest things." Methos smirked.
"You think this is strange? This is nothing compared to some of the Phoenician songs I know. They were all sailors, through and through, and had the strangest sense of humor." He shook his head in mock wonder before belting out another line, pulling his head back in. Severus just laughed again and returned to his room to read while Methos finished his shower.
After a while he heard the shower shut off and a few moments later Methos emerged, clothed only in a low-riding towel. Severus's eyebrows stood at attention while Methos slowly dressed. Methos looked aver and said with a smirk.
"Shower's free." With a start and an un-heartfelt glare Severus went about his morning routine. He was a little surprised when Methos asked if he could use his razor, while Severus was still in the shower. At Severus's approval Methos started to shave, mindful of nicks and cuts, but with the practice of centuries.
He finished just as Severus stepped from the showers, the excess water running down his pale chest in tiny rivers, and dripping off his wet hair. Severus smiled at him as he toweled off, settling the towel on his shoulders to catch the water from his hair. Methos smiled back and Severus went to get changed.
Severus was brushing his hair out, it being almost completely dry from the towel when Adam emerged from the bathroom, (a/n yes…Adam, not Methos, Adam emerged meaning he was in character) all groomed and polished, looking as pristine as he ever had. Severus raised an eyebrow at him in the mirror. With a smirk Methos shook his head, mussing up his hair, then glided over to where his lover sat. (a/n now he is out of character) Without speaking Methos took the brush from Severus and started to brush his hair for him. Severus relaxed to the ministrations, even handing Adam a tie to tie it back with. The tail was low and more masculine than a normal ponytail, and was just the way Severus did it himself. He smiled in gratitude.
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it. I love playing with your hair." Methos smiled as he saw the faint blush spread across Severus features that happened whenever he was complimented. "Now…off to breakfast with you."
"Aren't you coming?" Methos sighed.
"I'm going to stop by my room and get some things." Severus nodded. They both left and at the top of the stairs, where the two would part ways Methos felt that presence again coming from the Great Hall. "Here is my detour. I will see you later." The next was spoken in a near whisper. "I love you."
"And I you." It was equally soft and Severus reached out and briefly squeezed Methos's hand before heading on alone into the Great Hall. Methos stood there for a moment longer, then sighed and shook his head. Without another sound Adam Pierson walked up to his room and away from the other Immortal.
In the Great Hall
Severus walked up to the teacher's table and saw a stranger sitting next to Remus (not in Methos's seat, but next to it) 'that must be the Cassandra Methos was talking of.' He sat down in Methos's seat, thinking it would probably be a good idea to keep those two separated as much as possible.
"Good Morning." Remus smiled at Severus, noticing a certain sparkle in his eyes and a faint flush to his pallid complexion making him look merely pale, rather than sickly. Somebody got lucky last night.
"Good Morning, Severus. This is Cassandra, the new divination professor that Dumbledore was speaking of. Cassie, this is Severus Snape, our potions master."
"Pleasure," Severus said, extending his hand.
"It's all mine," Cassandra practically purred, holding his hand a little too long. He noticed and his small smile became a little more forced. She took no notice. Remus did. He had to bite a lip to keep from laughing. Cassandra was coming on to him, and the man wasn't responding positively at all! He could understand why, though. He had told Cassandra that not only was he taken, that he was gay as well as soon as she had made a move. And, well, Severus had grown up since their time at Hogwarts, into quite the dashing figure. His dark hair, beard, and pale skin did have a certain devilish appeal to it.
Just as Sirius would look if he had a beard. 'Oh well. I guess I'm stuck with ruggedly handsome, instead.' He thought, not at all unhappy about it. He looked back at the two. Cassandra had completely detached herself from his side, and was now focused on Severus, who was obviously uninterested, though she didn't see it. He was ignoring her looks, her little innuendos, and her low cut, form fitting robes…the same ones which had every male (and a few females) drooling at the sight.
As breakfast went on Cassandra got bolder in her attentions and Severus's scowl deepened due to the continued absence of his lover. 'Where is he? I need him to get her off of me.' Cassandra shifted next to him, showing off more of her ...um…assets. Severus barely stopped himself from the groan of frustration, but was unable to refrain from rolling his eyes. Remus caught this, being the only other adult male in the room not watching her, and had to suppress a chuckle.
She leaned in and rested her arm on his shoulder, tracing his ear with her finger and said with a throaty whisper, "You know, I have always found potions to be…exciting. Brewing them in large iron cauldrons, hearing them bubble and sizzle and steam, stirring them in long slow strokes or quick hard…spurts." Severus straitened, the innuendo in her voice not hard to misinterpret. His patience had finally worn too thin and it was now obvious that Methos was not going to show. When he spoke, his voice was tight.
"Please remove your hand. I must say that for a first impression you have given me a rather unpleasant one, showing yourself off as a hussy. Wizards, Woman! You are a professor at a highly respected Magic School. Do I really need to remind you to act appropriately?"
Cassandra drew back swiftly, as if stung, and Remus was turning pink trying to contain his laughter. She suddenly grew cold and glared at him, unsuccessfully hiding her embarrassment at being rebuked so due to the pink of her pale cheeks. "No. You don't." She turned back to her meal, her movements jerky and angry.
"Good." No longer hungry Severus stood to find Methos. 'Why the hell didn't he show up?'
Adam Pierson's rooms
Methos re-entered his rooms, coming back from his morning routine. He quietly closed the door behind him and placed the sword on the bed. He moved to the bathroom to lean up a little.
"Why weren't you at breakfast?" Severus's voice made him jump. He spun around, hand automatically reaching for his sword, but stopped just before the movement became more than a twitch. Severus noticed. "Why are you so jumpy all of a sudden?"
Methos's shoulders fell; his head ducked. "It's Cassandra. It's bad enough being close to a trained immortal, but an unstable one who's after your head is worse. I've been training more with my sword to prevent rustiness; I have a feeling that I will need all my skills top-notch before my time here is done. I didn't get a chance this morning, so I used this as an opportunity to get some…and avoid a confrontation in front of the whole school." Severus's eyes widened.
"She hates you that much? She would risk a public confrontation?"
"Yes. If not of the immortal nature, she would pin me as the raping, pillaging, murdering bastard I am. In order to get the correct response she would probably say I am an active Death Eater…not as nasty as the Horsemen were, but hated and feared enough to get, in her mind, the appropriate reaction."
"Which would be?"
"Drawn and quartering, tar and feathering, keel hauling, racking, Azkaban, burning at the stake, the Dementor's Kiss, beheading. All are painful; the last is permanent. And that's what she wants; to be rid of the monstrosity called Death."
"But you aren't Death anymore."
"I know that. You know that. Duncan knows that now. She doesn't. I don't know if she ever will." He snorted and folded his arms across his chest. He looked out the window, "I don't know which is more right. Her or us."
"What do you mean?"
"Just because I no longer give in to Death's impulses, doesn't mean that they aren't there. I hear him, every moment of every day, telling me to go back to the way I was. To feel the cold metal in my hands and the powerful warmth of my horse between my legs. To taste the blood on my hands and smell the paint on my face. To just take what I want, to hold in my hands the power of life and death. It's all still there. I crave it, yet I fear it. I can't tell you how many times I can't sleep for the bloody images in my brain. It's why I drink like a fish. To try and forget for just a moment's peace." Severus stood and walked over to the distraught man. He reached up and placed both his hands on Methos's shoulders.
"Methos. I know exactly what you're going through. I went through the same thing myself…I still am. Only I don't have the immortal healing to keep me from killing my liver. I make my potions, instead. They have the same effects. They let me sleep." He moved his hands to cup Methos's face. "The fact that you still keep the darkness at bay proves you are no longer a monster. Every time I go to a meeting I feel the pull. I get the cravings. It's getting harder and harder to deny them. But I still can. You can too."
"How are you so sure." The heart wrenching whisper was almost too much. Severus smiled at him.
"Because I hope, Methos. I love life. And I know you do too. I can feel it. Can you?" Methos nodded. He could feel it.
Severus leaned in and kissed Methos, starting slow and reassuring, but growing in love and intensity. Methos kissed him back, harder, testing his limits. Tongues twined and battled but not for dominance. No, they fought for fear of loss, for passion, but most of all, for understanding of the darker side of human nature. Both men knew the dark side; the evil men can do, and have emerged, not unscathed, but changed for the better.
Methos could feel their connection growing with every passing second. All that was Severus wrapped around his mind, pulsing with life, buzzing with…
Buzzing?
Methos pulled back quickly, his eyes widening in fear. He felt the presence of Cassandra coming closer. Severus looked at him, eyes slightly unfocused, lips pink and swollen.
"Methos?"
"It's her. She's coming. I'm not ready to face her yet." He grasped Severus's arms desperately. "I can't do it, Sev, I just can't. I can't go through with that again. I can't loose you."
"You aren't going to loose me. You will never loose me. I love you, remember?" Severus pulled the shaking ancient into his arms, waiting for him to calm. He didn't. The shaking just got worse. Then suddenly, he stopped. There was a nock on the door. Methos's voice was dead.
"She's here."
TBC.
A/N: What do you think? You like? Should I re-write this one? It just wouldn't come out like I wanted it too. ??? Well? I like what I did with Cassy, don't you? No, she isn't a hussy, not really, (well, maybe a little) but I thought that this would be good. Her so desperate that she hits on two taken (not to mention gay) guys. You like the wake up scene? I like that scene. I figured Methos would have some experience with hair being married 68 times. Also, why does Severus have a razor when he has a beard? He has a goatee, and needs to shave the sides. I may have forgotten to mention this before, but I have a feeling that Severus would wear glasses to read, small silver ones. (I think glasses (like those) are sexy. I know I am strange.) um…there WILL be a meeting of the two old ones in the next chapter…but with Mid terms it may take awhile.
No, I haven't forgotten about The Bloody Baron connection or Percy/Oliver, or Sirius. The BBC will happen in the sequel, and the others will show up soon. (But you need a willing suspension of disbelief) The Prank war has NOT been forgotten either…just put on hold for a bit. Expect them the first Hogsmead trip.
I WILL write side stories from time to time…funny ones, sexy ones, and explanatory ones. I currently have one with Methos/Snape at a muggle dance club (where they meet Percy/Oliver) another with M/S and H and Co. at a skate rink (it's hilarious…I just have to write it.) and I have one that's Percy/Oliver that will take a bit.
CyanideQueen- tests doo suck don't they. Luck on those SATs.
Lady Cinnibar – Uh…wow. No I did not know that. I'm flattered. To tell the truth, I've done the same with other stories. Tell your friends…spread the love!
WyldeHorse- yes, I will do your side stories. Some will be lemon. But be patient, they may be a while. We must have the same math teacher…I am being taught Geo by the Devil Incarnate. It's HORRIBLE. I'm in 10th myself and can definite sympathize (especially w/the sleep thing.)
Vampire Child – thanks. 2 down, 4 to go so help me GOD!
LunarBird – short and to the point. Like I review (sometimes) thanks. (I have a bad habit of writing one or two word reviews like "cool" and "MORE!")
OH! I just did spell check and I spelled habit, habbit, and as a choice hobbit came up. I think that is sooo coool! Well, until next time (meetings and well…you'll see) I'm your friendly neighborhood immortaljedi! Please R/R! ta ta!