Disclaimers: Babylon 5 and Highlander are not mine. I'm just using the basis to write some interesting ideas down. This is an AU story.

Notes: 1. This takes places just after Phoenix Rising (S5 Ep12).

2. This story is a Crossover with Highlander.

3. The Game has been over for 50 years, revealed as a false feeling brought on by some compounds in the atmosphere (Vorlon tampering).

4. // … // indicates telepathic conversation.

5. italics are thoughts.

Chapter 6 – Revelations

Interstellar Alliance President Sheridan was walking towards the Captain's office when he heard the raised voices.

"Just what the HELL did you think you were doing?" He recognised the annoyance in his ex-wife's voice.

"Whatever do you mean, Cassie? I wasn't the one who just hit an Earth Force officer over the head." An unknown female, Sheridan thought that he just might stay here, able to hear but unable to be seen.

"You know why I did that." Yes, that was definitely annoyance, but resigned, Sheridan had never known Elizabeth Lochley to be resigned about anything. "Nick, help me moved her to the couch."

"Fine," An unknown male, who, John guessed, was called Nick. Now whom would they be moving. "You should know, oof, she's heavy," an obvious reference to the unconscious female they were going to place on the couch, John wondered briefly who she was, "the old man sent us up to tell you that he's going to call a full Conclave."

"He's WHAT?!? Not on my station, mister." Whatever this conclave was, Elizabeth didn't sound too enthralled about having it aboard the station.

"Hey, don't bite my head off. It was his idea." Sheridan realised that one of two things was going to happen. Either the Captain was going to go see this person, which given her current tone was very likely, or that someone was going to be on the receiving end of a very blistering comm call. Either way it was time for him to announce himself or get out of the corridor. He got out of the corridor.

Cassandra was annoyed. No, she was more than annoyed. As she stomped through the corridor towards the tube shaft mentally cursing in every language she knew. Nick and Amanda trailing along meekly behind her. The doors of the tube-car slid shut behind them.

Sheridan reappeared in the corridor from the room he had taken refuge in. Time to find out just who the Captain of Babylon 5 had hit over the head.

He walked into the office and there on the couch was the one person that he had figured would never get blindsided. Captain Susan Ivanova lay quite peacefully on the couch.

"Sheridan to Franklin."

"Franklin here."

"Stephen, get to the Captain's office, and bring something that will wake someone who is unconscious."

"Be right there." Now to get some security people here. Sheridan trusted Zack Allan but there have been additions to staff since Elizabeth had come on board. But then he trusted Elizabeth Lochley too. This was getting out of hand. Wait and see would be the best policy. Wait for Stephen to revive Susan and see what she had to say.

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Red 5

The stunned looks on everybody's faces would have been quite amusing to Methos, if the reason for the surprise hadn't been the fact that Cassandra had been yelling at him for the past ten minutes. So far, she had yet to repeat an insult and had switched languages six times. Methos was glad that most of the younger immortals didn't study the old languages, Cassandra was effortlessly slipping from Gaelic to Egyptian to Latin mid-sentence, giving a precise meaning to her words.

Deeedup. Cassandra started as her link sounded. Giving Methos a glare that read we will finish this later, she answered the call. Lieutenant Corwin's voice came over the link. "Captain. President Sheridan would like to see you in your office."

"Thank you, Lieutenant." Cassandra sighed as she cut the link. She stalked over to the closet and wrenched the door open. Grabbing two cloaks, she tossed one to Methos, and the other to a surprised Marcus. "Put them on. You're coming with me because I just know the reason the President wants to see me has something to do with Ivanova and what she heard." This last was said with a glare at Amanda.

"Why do I need to be there?" The question was almost whined.

"Because I do NOT trust you to discontinue your little plan. So, until we've finished our little talk, I'm not letting you out of my sight, Methos. Move."

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Captain's Office

President Sheridan, Doctor Franklin and Chief Allan were listening to Susan's recounting of the moments before she lost consciousness. Zack had brought four security men with him on Sheridan's request, three humans and a Narn. Two of the 'humans' were immortal however, and after listening to Captain Ivanova, Zack was glad of that fact.

As Cassandra entered her office she was immediately aware of two things. One, that Zack was there with four of his people, and two, that Mister Garibaldi didn't seem to be anywhere. Neither item boded well for the little gathering they were having finishing without violence of some sort.

As Sheridan watched Captain Lochley enter he was amazed that even though he could tell she knew exactly what this was about, she seemed perfectly calm about it. He was a little surprised, however, when two people in Ranger cloaks entered behind her and took up positions either side of the entrance.

"Can we do without the guns John?" Lochley's question caught him by surprise. Not to mention that she hadn't called him John since the divorce went though. She was obviously referring to the security personnel stationed in pairs at opposite sides of the room.

"No, I don't think so." Cassandra had hoped that he would answer the other way but they were going to have to do this the hard way.

"Suit yourself." Sheridan eyes widened as he saw Lochley make a sharp chopping motion with her right hand. He watched, frozen, as Zack moved rapidly away from the group. They heard two thuds from where the guards were. Sheridan looked towards one of the positions. The body of an unconscious guard lay at the feet of the other one who had his PPG out and aimed at them. The sound of a pike expanding to its full length and an elbow from Ivanova brought his attention back to the doorway. One of the two that had arrived with Lochley was standing with a fighting pike at parade rest, the other had a strange looking weapon trained on them, both faces were still hidden in their cloaks.

"You couldn't just ask for an explanation, could you John? Had to try and use the threat of force." President Sheridan, Captain Ivanova and Doctor Franklin watched, perturbed, as the woman they knew as Elizabeth Lochley calmly walked around their group and settled into a chair. "Why don't you all take a seat?"

As they sat nervously, Cassandra jerked her head at Zack. He nodded and under their watchful eye got his men out of the room and the injured to sickbay.

Stephen was more than a little nervous. Had it all been for nothing? The civil war, the new alliance. Was it going to crumble from treachery? He watched nervously almost willing himself to wake up, because this surely was a dream. Zack Allan would never go against Sheridan and Ivanova, would he?

Cassandra watched as the Presidents' group watched nervously the three that settled into the couch opposite them.

"Perhaps I should begin with my real name." Cassandra's statement immediately redirected all attention to her. "It is Cassandra." She took a deep breath and continued, "I am Immortal and over thirty-four hundred years old."

A snort came from Ivanova, "Explains ever so much." The sarcasm was cutting. Cassandra merely smiled.

"You wish proof. So be it." Her right hand flicked and she was suddenly holding a small knife. She placed her left hand palm up and rotated it so that they all got a clear view of both the palm and the back of the hand. Then, quite casually, she rammed the knife through her hand. They watched as her face contorted with pain.

"What the hell?" The profanity from a normally cultured Stephen Franklin was accompanied by him rising from his seat.

"Stay seated Doctor," the words were almost bitten off as Cassandra removed the, now bloody, knife.

"I will NOT!" Zack Allan intercepted him and quite forcefully pushed him back into the couch.

"Sit and watch, Doc." The group watched in awe as the wound was lit from the inside. Ten seconds later, they watched as she wiped the blood off her hand and again held it up for inspection. There was no trace of the wound. As they sat speechless, Cassandra told Methos and Marcus to lower the hoods on the cloaks they were wearing.

Ivanova was the first to react. Upon seeing Marcus Cole's face, she launched herself across the gap and caught his chin with a massive upper-cut. Marcus went over the back of the couch before Methos could stop him, and Zack grabbed Susan before she could follow with the intent of causing even more bodily harm.

"That went well." Cassandra glared at Methos as his sarcastic comment broke the silence brought about by Susan Ivanova's sudden violence.