*Author's note: I haven't seen the episode "Watchers" in so long I couldn't
remember when Joe discovers Horton was recruiting watchers to kill
immortals. I think I wrote this in such a way that it will fit with the
episode. Kind of like he was told something but didn't believe it till he
discovered it himself kind of thing, if anyone objects to this tell me, and
I will try to rewrite it.*
Part 5:
In the instant that Jake spoke Adam Pierson was gone like some mask that had served its purpose, but was unnecessary so it was Methos looking back at him with a measured stare. Now I just have to convince not to kill me right away, Jake thought.
"I think we should continue this conversation somewhere else, don't you?" Methos didn't answer verbally. He just nodded stepping back to allow Jake to enter his house. In Jake's head one thought kept repeating over, and over again. This had better work, or death is the least of my worries.
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Methos looked over the young man in front of him, and the 5,000 plus years of experience gave him an insight even most immortals lacked. The kid was clearly edgy his imposed calm was a thin cover for the anxiety he was feeling. He face sported several healing bruises, and his could only guess what the kids shirt hid. Someone clearly did a number on this kid that, and his showing up here was clearly an act of desperation. Methos curiosity was piqued, and he wanted to know how this kid had found him before he took any other action.
"Please have a seat. Would you like something to eat, or drink? I don't have much I have been busy lately."
The young man laughed, "That is the definition of irony."
"What is so funny?" Methos already had chosen his words carefully, and find out just what the young man knew about him.
"You are busy looking through old books for hints about your own existence. I have to ask, how is it you keep from laughing at all those watchers whenever they get something wrong or think you just don't exist?" the young man asked. His tension was lessening, and he seemed to be taking in his surrounds as if it was some precious landmark.
"I don't understand what you mean," Methos answered.
"Okay if you want to play that way 'Adam', although considering you age I think you're a little to old to be so childish," The young man rolled his eyes, and struggled to his feet then walked over to the ancient immortal.
"I need you to get me a fake passport, id, and some cash to get out of France. I know it is really dangerous to try and blackmail people immortals especially, but I need to get out of Paris now," his voice went from joking to serious so quickly that anyone, but Methos would have been shocked.
"And if I were to get you out of Paris, what guaranty do I have you won't expose me? I mean you did just admit to coming here to blackmail me? Why should I trust you?"
The young man turned his head away from the immortal to look out a window, "I have nothing to give Adam, and no way to prove to you that I will not hand you over to the first watcher or immortal I meet. I won't ask you to trust me because that would be an invitation to use that sword you have nicely hidden behind where you're standing."
"How observant of you and here I thought I had hidden that little secrete better," Methos said as he moved away from the sword, and once more stood side by side with the mortal.
"You did, and I'm not really that observant. Look, I really have no desire to play games with you all-night. I need your help, and you need proof about me before you'll give it," the young man spoke like he was quoting a textbook, "You should be getting a call from Watcher headquarters giving you my description, and telling you to be on the look out for me."
"Why would the watchers be looking for you?" This man has definitely piques my interest, Methos thought.
"Simple I broken into Watcher Headquarters," as soon as the words left his lips both men heard the phone start ringing.
"You'd better go answer that."
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Jake watched Methos head off to answer the phone, and hoped that the old immortal couldn't read him as easily as he seemed to be doing. In theory going one on one with Methos might sound like an interesting idea, but then I remember he could kill me really easy. Oh, I so need to start thinking these plans through before I end up in the middle of them
A couple minutes later Methos re-entered the room with a sly smile on his face.
"So you really did break into Watcher Headquarters, and the description they gave of you matches you to a tee. So far you haven't lied to me so here is the deal. I'll help you get out of Paris, and France if you give me a straight answer about why you went through all the trouble to track me down?"
Jake wished he could smile, and say something creative or witty. Except nothing came to mind, and it seemed Methos had decide that he could at least believe what Jake was saying. That doesn't mean he trusts you, Jake thought, remember that. Also before you go make him promise not to run off, and leave the watchers.
"Okay, but I have one condition to add to that deal." "So you're making demands now? That is never the safest negotiating tactic," Methos countered in a tone that seemed like a father talking to some wayward son.
"Not demands more like a helpful suggestions," Jake replied in a tone as condescending as Methos had been.
Methos face beamed with a smile, "Oh that was good. Not really smart, but good."
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Joe Dawson leaned back against the wall as he watched two watchers interrogate Joshua King through a one way mirror. He'd just finished running all over town following Macleod, he hadn't slept in almost 72 hours, and now rather then sleep he was propping himself against a wall while one of the younger watchers went looking for a chair for him. The speaker was telling him all he needed to know about the interrogation that had been going on since he had left earlier.
"Joshua we have been at this for almost 12 hours. Give us the name of the man you brought into headquarters, and why."
Joshua leaned back in his chair a smug smile on his face, "Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you."
"Why is that Joshua?"
"Because if you ever find him. I want to be able to laugh as he makes you look like the dumb pieces of."
Just before Joe could listen to Joshua finish his statement as three watchers in suits came in, and grabbed Joe's attention.
One of them spoke, and for the life of him Joe couldn't figure out which one. He really needed to get some sleep soon. "Mr. Dawson we just discovered something about how those immortal died."
"Well feel free to tell me before I die of old age," Joe snapped back. Oh, I really need to go to sleep, he thought.
One of them stepped forward into the light. He was thin with clearly defined cheekbones, and had certain arrogance about him, "Those immortals they were killed by a group of rogue watchers, and Joshua there knows who."
Now they had Joe's full attention, "How did you find this out, and do you know who the lead rogue is?"
"Joe, that's why we came to talk to you about this problem, Joe when was the last time you spoke with your brother in law?"
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Jake couldn't remember, although he really couldn't remember much because his memory was worse then that of people with Alzheimer's. He couldn't remember ever hearing something so beautiful, so wonderful, and so touching. In fact at that moment Jake was sure that no one on Earth could ever be as happy as he was at that moment as the wonderful sound was repeated.
"Attention all Passengers, Flight 187 of American Airlines non-stop to New York is now boarding at gate 6."
Part 5:
In the instant that Jake spoke Adam Pierson was gone like some mask that had served its purpose, but was unnecessary so it was Methos looking back at him with a measured stare. Now I just have to convince not to kill me right away, Jake thought.
"I think we should continue this conversation somewhere else, don't you?" Methos didn't answer verbally. He just nodded stepping back to allow Jake to enter his house. In Jake's head one thought kept repeating over, and over again. This had better work, or death is the least of my worries.
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Methos looked over the young man in front of him, and the 5,000 plus years of experience gave him an insight even most immortals lacked. The kid was clearly edgy his imposed calm was a thin cover for the anxiety he was feeling. He face sported several healing bruises, and his could only guess what the kids shirt hid. Someone clearly did a number on this kid that, and his showing up here was clearly an act of desperation. Methos curiosity was piqued, and he wanted to know how this kid had found him before he took any other action.
"Please have a seat. Would you like something to eat, or drink? I don't have much I have been busy lately."
The young man laughed, "That is the definition of irony."
"What is so funny?" Methos already had chosen his words carefully, and find out just what the young man knew about him.
"You are busy looking through old books for hints about your own existence. I have to ask, how is it you keep from laughing at all those watchers whenever they get something wrong or think you just don't exist?" the young man asked. His tension was lessening, and he seemed to be taking in his surrounds as if it was some precious landmark.
"I don't understand what you mean," Methos answered.
"Okay if you want to play that way 'Adam', although considering you age I think you're a little to old to be so childish," The young man rolled his eyes, and struggled to his feet then walked over to the ancient immortal.
"I need you to get me a fake passport, id, and some cash to get out of France. I know it is really dangerous to try and blackmail people immortals especially, but I need to get out of Paris now," his voice went from joking to serious so quickly that anyone, but Methos would have been shocked.
"And if I were to get you out of Paris, what guaranty do I have you won't expose me? I mean you did just admit to coming here to blackmail me? Why should I trust you?"
The young man turned his head away from the immortal to look out a window, "I have nothing to give Adam, and no way to prove to you that I will not hand you over to the first watcher or immortal I meet. I won't ask you to trust me because that would be an invitation to use that sword you have nicely hidden behind where you're standing."
"How observant of you and here I thought I had hidden that little secrete better," Methos said as he moved away from the sword, and once more stood side by side with the mortal.
"You did, and I'm not really that observant. Look, I really have no desire to play games with you all-night. I need your help, and you need proof about me before you'll give it," the young man spoke like he was quoting a textbook, "You should be getting a call from Watcher headquarters giving you my description, and telling you to be on the look out for me."
"Why would the watchers be looking for you?" This man has definitely piques my interest, Methos thought.
"Simple I broken into Watcher Headquarters," as soon as the words left his lips both men heard the phone start ringing.
"You'd better go answer that."
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Jake watched Methos head off to answer the phone, and hoped that the old immortal couldn't read him as easily as he seemed to be doing. In theory going one on one with Methos might sound like an interesting idea, but then I remember he could kill me really easy. Oh, I so need to start thinking these plans through before I end up in the middle of them
A couple minutes later Methos re-entered the room with a sly smile on his face.
"So you really did break into Watcher Headquarters, and the description they gave of you matches you to a tee. So far you haven't lied to me so here is the deal. I'll help you get out of Paris, and France if you give me a straight answer about why you went through all the trouble to track me down?"
Jake wished he could smile, and say something creative or witty. Except nothing came to mind, and it seemed Methos had decide that he could at least believe what Jake was saying. That doesn't mean he trusts you, Jake thought, remember that. Also before you go make him promise not to run off, and leave the watchers.
"Okay, but I have one condition to add to that deal." "So you're making demands now? That is never the safest negotiating tactic," Methos countered in a tone that seemed like a father talking to some wayward son.
"Not demands more like a helpful suggestions," Jake replied in a tone as condescending as Methos had been.
Methos face beamed with a smile, "Oh that was good. Not really smart, but good."
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Joe Dawson leaned back against the wall as he watched two watchers interrogate Joshua King through a one way mirror. He'd just finished running all over town following Macleod, he hadn't slept in almost 72 hours, and now rather then sleep he was propping himself against a wall while one of the younger watchers went looking for a chair for him. The speaker was telling him all he needed to know about the interrogation that had been going on since he had left earlier.
"Joshua we have been at this for almost 12 hours. Give us the name of the man you brought into headquarters, and why."
Joshua leaned back in his chair a smug smile on his face, "Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you."
"Why is that Joshua?"
"Because if you ever find him. I want to be able to laugh as he makes you look like the dumb pieces of."
Just before Joe could listen to Joshua finish his statement as three watchers in suits came in, and grabbed Joe's attention.
One of them spoke, and for the life of him Joe couldn't figure out which one. He really needed to get some sleep soon. "Mr. Dawson we just discovered something about how those immortal died."
"Well feel free to tell me before I die of old age," Joe snapped back. Oh, I really need to go to sleep, he thought.
One of them stepped forward into the light. He was thin with clearly defined cheekbones, and had certain arrogance about him, "Those immortals they were killed by a group of rogue watchers, and Joshua there knows who."
Now they had Joe's full attention, "How did you find this out, and do you know who the lead rogue is?"
"Joe, that's why we came to talk to you about this problem, Joe when was the last time you spoke with your brother in law?"
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Jake couldn't remember, although he really couldn't remember much because his memory was worse then that of people with Alzheimer's. He couldn't remember ever hearing something so beautiful, so wonderful, and so touching. In fact at that moment Jake was sure that no one on Earth could ever be as happy as he was at that moment as the wonderful sound was repeated.
"Attention all Passengers, Flight 187 of American Airlines non-stop to New York is now boarding at gate 6."