Buffy was patrolling in Sunnydale Cemetery with Spike beside her. "Hello Pet, better I see." His blue eyes studied her face and she smiled, "I'm great, better than great!" She did a little pirouette and Spike laughed.

            "I told you so. " Spike said smugly. "Yeah yeah, always have to be right. You know I miss you." Buffy smiled at him and he winked.

            "You'll be ok Pet." He smirked cheerfully.

            The sun was shining in through the window, shining on her face and waking her up. She looked over to see Methos sleeping beside her. Smiling, she gently took a fingertip and traced his strong nose, then his lips before tickling his eyelashes.

            His eyes fluttered open, those beautiful hazel eyes, and the emotions in them made her breath catch.

            "Hello Love."

            "Hey." She whispered and leaned forward to kiss him. When their lips touched the passion raced between them like any quickening Methos had ever had. He leaned forward and deepened the kiss, pressing her into the bed.

            Buffy opened her mouth letting their kiss run wild. His hands were busy with her t-shirt and bra. They were tossed aside and he gently cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples, causing her to arch and moan.

            "More!" she demanded.

            "Your wish is my command." Methos breathed.

            He sat up and yanked his t-shirt off then pulled off his boxers before running his hands up her tan muscular legs. He loved to hear her moan. He traced kisses up her legs, making her gasp and clench her fingers in his hair. Next he gently pulled down her underwear, smelling her arousal and it made him painfully hard.

            He nuzzled her golden curls and she thrashed, her head whipping back and forth as he gently touched her with his tongue. She opened up her legs to allow him more access. She was damp with her arousal and he took gentle fingers and pulled her apart, his tongue diving into her. He ran his tongue over and over until she shook and cried out. He moved up her body, trailing open mouthed kisses until he slid into her and watched as she moaned his name.

            He pulled out slowly and thrust in quickly, torturing them both until they were shuddering. He reached up and clasped her hand, twining their fingers together as they rode the explosion together.

            Buffy's eyes opened, her expression slightly dazed, "Wow. Yay for me!"

            Methos chuckled and moved to her side, keeping their hands touching.

            "Yeah, you still got it kid." Then grunted as she elbowed him. "Hey." He protested.

            Buffy looked at him thoughtfully, "I'm hungry."

            He looked at her in amazement, "After all of that pizza you girls devoured last night? I have never seen girls each so much pizza!"

            "Slayers have a very high metabolism, thank you very much." She pointed out smugly.

            "Sure you do." Was Methos reply.

            About a week later Methos too had a dream. He and Connor McLeod were sitting side by side on the little stone bridge that crossed the creek on the McLeod land. Methos cocked an eyebrow at his old friend, "I though that you and Heather would be too busy to haunt people."

            Connor threw his head back and laughed heartily. "Methos, Methos!" He gasped wiping his eyes, continuing to chuckle weakly while Methos regarded him impatiently.

            "So, are we here for a reason?"

            "Aye friend. So I understand that you've met a lass?" Connor smiled.

            Methos face softened, "After 67 marriages I find that our love dulls the shine of them all."

            "Sounds like a bonny lass. So ye saved the world together I hear?" he didn't look up at the sharp look Methos shot him.

            "Getting the latest gossip in the afterlife are we?"

            Connor shrugged, "Ye know Ramirez. Always a busybody."

            Methos chuckled at that, "Your cousin, his lover, Buffy and I fought vampires and demons and with the Templars and replaced the demon back into his prison."

            "That's what I'd heard. Well done." Connor slapped Methos on the back with such force that he almost pitched face first into the stream.

            "Leave be Connor!" Methos sputtered. Connor chuckled and settled back comfortably.

            "So have ye ever wondered what the prize is?" He asked out of the blue. (a/n the last immortal alive gets a mythical prize, no one knows what it is.)

            "Of course, but I haven't dwelled on it. I always thought to let Duncan take my head, that he should be the one." Methos replied a little uncomfortably, rubbing his neck unconsciously.

            Connor shook his head, "You lads are good men. You try and make a difference for good, making the right decisions time after time. Did you ever wonder if it was all worth it?"

            "Day after day." Methos relied dryly and Connor laughed again.

            "I've been told that the prize is not just for one immortal." Connor replied abruptly, then sat silently.

            "You know what it is?" Methos asked incredulously.

            "Yes and no. It is a reward and I canna tell you more than that." Connor said.

            "What about the game?" Methos asked.

            "Oh, it's serving its purpose, dinna fret." Connor answered and Methos rolled his eyes. "Dinna worry, I won't." He replied mockingly, then he frowned, "Since I'm obviously not here to take you up on a nice ale, why am I here?"

            Connor smiled, "You will get your hearts desire Methos. God bless."

            Methos sat up in his bed with a gasp, then looked at Buffy who was still asleep. Shaking his head he pulled on a pair of boxers and wandered into the living room. He picked up the phone and dialed.

            "McLeod." Came Duncan's sleepy voice.

            "Hello Highlander. I just had a nighttime visit from your cousin. You by chance haven't heard from him? Or maybe seen him recently?" Methos asked.

            "Connor?" Mac's voice came, a little confused.

            "Yes, it seem Ramirez is a great gossip and they are keeping an eye on us."

            "Huh." Duncan grunted thoughtfully, "What did he say?"

            "That the game is not the source of the prize, that I don't have to be the 'one' and my prize would be my heart's desire." Methos couldn't keep the puzzlement out of his tone.

            Duncan smiled ruefully and walked into his own kitchen to grab a glass of water from the sink. "It was only a dream Methos."

            "Yeah, say that to me when we were sitting on your land on the little stone bridge that crosses the little trout stream."

            "That vivid?" Mac asked in surprise.

            "I smelled heather." Methos replied flatly.

            "Then I guess you'll have to wait and see."

            "Thanks ever so."

            "Glad I could help!" Duncan said cheerfully and hung up.