EPILOG
--------- --------- by Sannah
sequel to "Adam Pierson is dead", "Scion", "Whatever is necessary", "Chapter: Cassandra", "Maat" and "Let bygones be bygones"
seventh in my "May God have mercy on your soul"-Series
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Paris was warm in spring, but much too crowded, as every year. Methos watched the people walk by the Seine and took a deep gulp of his beer - French one, hardly drinkable. Finally he was back - at least back to the town that has been called home by him for more than fifteen years. Though now it was not more than any place he had left behind because of whatever reason. He had arrived several days ago, but something had stopped him from visiting Joe yet - or Duncan MacLeod. Methos didn't know exactly what had made him return to Paris. It had just been an inconceivable longing for something that was missing in his life. And overall there had been nothing left that could have kept him from leaving Ireland. And maybe he had been curious, too, for what MacLeod had decided over him and their 'relationship'. Although he didn't really want to know it.
"Methos." The Immortal turned around, shocked by the open usage of his real name, though assured discovering only Joe Dawson. The old Watcher smiled at him as he did always - the warm and sympathetic smile of a barkeeper.
"Joe." He simply answered. Joe took a chair to sit in front of him on the other side of the table, his hand rested on his cane.
"You're just passing through? Or are you going to stay?"
"I'm not sure." The younger looking one said in accordance with the facts. Joe only looked at him with empty eyes:
"There is nothing against you staying, Old Man. MacLeod is not here..." Methos put down the beer. "Where is he?" The other man shook his head: "I don't know."
"But you are his Watcher!"
"No longer..." 'So, MacLeod had just disappeared.' Methos thought and a shadow fulfilled his mind. He didn't want to be found, otherwise he would have told Joe where he was going. 'Fine, so this problem was solved - or at least hidden in the darkest corner that could be found.' A bitter grin crept on the Immortal's face: "I'll be staying..." He raised as did Joe, who took him into a short embrace. Then, silently, the two men separated, both walking home alone, being sure nothing would ever be again as it used to be...
--------- --------- by Sannah
sequel to "Adam Pierson is dead", "Scion", "Whatever is necessary", "Chapter: Cassandra", "Maat" and "Let bygones be bygones"
seventh in my "May God have mercy on your soul"-Series
---------
Paris was warm in spring, but much too crowded, as every year. Methos watched the people walk by the Seine and took a deep gulp of his beer - French one, hardly drinkable. Finally he was back - at least back to the town that has been called home by him for more than fifteen years. Though now it was not more than any place he had left behind because of whatever reason. He had arrived several days ago, but something had stopped him from visiting Joe yet - or Duncan MacLeod. Methos didn't know exactly what had made him return to Paris. It had just been an inconceivable longing for something that was missing in his life. And overall there had been nothing left that could have kept him from leaving Ireland. And maybe he had been curious, too, for what MacLeod had decided over him and their 'relationship'. Although he didn't really want to know it.
"Methos." The Immortal turned around, shocked by the open usage of his real name, though assured discovering only Joe Dawson. The old Watcher smiled at him as he did always - the warm and sympathetic smile of a barkeeper.
"Joe." He simply answered. Joe took a chair to sit in front of him on the other side of the table, his hand rested on his cane.
"You're just passing through? Or are you going to stay?"
"I'm not sure." The younger looking one said in accordance with the facts. Joe only looked at him with empty eyes:
"There is nothing against you staying, Old Man. MacLeod is not here..." Methos put down the beer. "Where is he?" The other man shook his head: "I don't know."
"But you are his Watcher!"
"No longer..." 'So, MacLeod had just disappeared.' Methos thought and a shadow fulfilled his mind. He didn't want to be found, otherwise he would have told Joe where he was going. 'Fine, so this problem was solved - or at least hidden in the darkest corner that could be found.' A bitter grin crept on the Immortal's face: "I'll be staying..." He raised as did Joe, who took him into a short embrace. Then, silently, the two men separated, both walking home alone, being sure nothing would ever be again as it used to be...