For Disclaimers see first part
Chapter 2
Monday, December 9, 2003 5:00 p.m. DeSalvo's Gym Seacouver, Washington
The second story loft apartment belonging to Duncan MacLeod was often sought out by Methos, especially if he was lonely or troubled. After all, where else could a five thousand year old man go to forget his troubles and relax other than the home of one of the few people who knew who he really was? With a few exceptions, everyone else thought that he was nothing more than a young linguist and researcher named Adam Pierson. Besides, there wasn't much that he enjoyed more than annoying the self-righteous Highlander.
As Methos lay sprawled out on MacLeod's couch, he tried to block out the sound of Mac once again lecturing him about being honorable and fighting fair. The Highlander never could accept the fact that Methos wanted to live and would do anything to ensure his survival.
"Methos! Are you listening to me? Shooting anyone who challenges you will not solve anything."
"Sure it will. It always has before."
"What about when they wake up? They are just going to be angry and come after you again. Only this time they won't care about the rules or challenging you before they kill you."
Tired of this argument, Methos closed his eyes and sighed. "Look, MacLeod. I have been alive for over five thousand years. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself and the last thing that I need is for some infant to try and tell me how to live my life."
"How can you -" Duncan's indignant response was cut off by the sound of a ringing phone.
At the first sound of the phone, Methos' demeanor completely changed. In an instant, he went from a relaxed position on the couch to alert and battle ready as he hurriedly retrieved his coat. He then removed a cell phone while Duncan stood stunned. Methos had always told him that he would never own one because he didn't want to give anyone the ability to track him down at any given time.
While Duncan stood stunned, Methos quickly answered the phone, saying only, "What's wrong?"
As he listened to the voice on the other end of the line, Methos became increasingly upset. By the time he finally hung up the phone, he was pale and shaking. Lines of grief that MacLeod had not seen since the death of Methos' love, Alexa, were once again lining his face.
Monday, December 9, 2003 7:00 p.m. Seacouver International Airport Seacouver, Washington
For the hundredth time in the past two hours, Duncan once again wondered what was going on. How had he gone from arguing with Methos to waiting at the airport for a flight to take both him and Methos to Denver? It had all started when Methos had received a disturbing phone call. He had then commandeered Duncan's home phone and began making a series of phone calls that he knew was going to cost him a small fortune. Each of the calls was in a different obscure foreign language, which had just added to Duncan's confusion. After the last phone call, Methos began rushing around throwing his belongings into a bag while ignoring Duncan's persistent attempts to find out what was going on. Duncan finally realized that the only way that he would find out anything would be to go with Methos and he to began packing. Now, here he was waiting for a plane to take him across several states for reasons that he didn't even know. His only consolation was that Methos was not protesting his presence, though it was entirely possible that Methos didn't even know he was there as he had yet to acknowledge his presence.
Duncan was jolted from his thoughts as Methos stood and began walking to the nearby gate. Duncan hurried after him, not wanting to be left behind.
Monday, December 9, 2003 11:00 p.m. Denver International Airport Denver, Colorado
Methos rushed off of the airplane, both eager to reach his destination and desperately wanting to be as far away from Duncan and his persistent questions as possible. If it weren't for the constant worry for his charges he would have found the entire situation amusing. It wasn't very often that he got to see the Highland brat this confused, frustrated, and completely out of his depth. As it was, he was too upset to truly appreciate and take advantage of the situation.
Concerned only with reaching his longtime student and friend, Methos plowed his way through the crowds and retrieved the Ford Explorer that he had arranged to be delivered to the airport. Once they were on the road, heading toward the Denver ATF office, Methos finally broke his silence, "Mac, when we get to Ezra's office, let me do all the talking. It's important."
"Who is he? Ezra, I mean. Is he an immortal?"
"He was a student of mine," Methos said, once again lapsing into silence.
TBC
Chapter 2
Monday, December 9, 2003 5:00 p.m. DeSalvo's Gym Seacouver, Washington
The second story loft apartment belonging to Duncan MacLeod was often sought out by Methos, especially if he was lonely or troubled. After all, where else could a five thousand year old man go to forget his troubles and relax other than the home of one of the few people who knew who he really was? With a few exceptions, everyone else thought that he was nothing more than a young linguist and researcher named Adam Pierson. Besides, there wasn't much that he enjoyed more than annoying the self-righteous Highlander.
As Methos lay sprawled out on MacLeod's couch, he tried to block out the sound of Mac once again lecturing him about being honorable and fighting fair. The Highlander never could accept the fact that Methos wanted to live and would do anything to ensure his survival.
"Methos! Are you listening to me? Shooting anyone who challenges you will not solve anything."
"Sure it will. It always has before."
"What about when they wake up? They are just going to be angry and come after you again. Only this time they won't care about the rules or challenging you before they kill you."
Tired of this argument, Methos closed his eyes and sighed. "Look, MacLeod. I have been alive for over five thousand years. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself and the last thing that I need is for some infant to try and tell me how to live my life."
"How can you -" Duncan's indignant response was cut off by the sound of a ringing phone.
At the first sound of the phone, Methos' demeanor completely changed. In an instant, he went from a relaxed position on the couch to alert and battle ready as he hurriedly retrieved his coat. He then removed a cell phone while Duncan stood stunned. Methos had always told him that he would never own one because he didn't want to give anyone the ability to track him down at any given time.
While Duncan stood stunned, Methos quickly answered the phone, saying only, "What's wrong?"
As he listened to the voice on the other end of the line, Methos became increasingly upset. By the time he finally hung up the phone, he was pale and shaking. Lines of grief that MacLeod had not seen since the death of Methos' love, Alexa, were once again lining his face.
Monday, December 9, 2003 7:00 p.m. Seacouver International Airport Seacouver, Washington
For the hundredth time in the past two hours, Duncan once again wondered what was going on. How had he gone from arguing with Methos to waiting at the airport for a flight to take both him and Methos to Denver? It had all started when Methos had received a disturbing phone call. He had then commandeered Duncan's home phone and began making a series of phone calls that he knew was going to cost him a small fortune. Each of the calls was in a different obscure foreign language, which had just added to Duncan's confusion. After the last phone call, Methos began rushing around throwing his belongings into a bag while ignoring Duncan's persistent attempts to find out what was going on. Duncan finally realized that the only way that he would find out anything would be to go with Methos and he to began packing. Now, here he was waiting for a plane to take him across several states for reasons that he didn't even know. His only consolation was that Methos was not protesting his presence, though it was entirely possible that Methos didn't even know he was there as he had yet to acknowledge his presence.
Duncan was jolted from his thoughts as Methos stood and began walking to the nearby gate. Duncan hurried after him, not wanting to be left behind.
Monday, December 9, 2003 11:00 p.m. Denver International Airport Denver, Colorado
Methos rushed off of the airplane, both eager to reach his destination and desperately wanting to be as far away from Duncan and his persistent questions as possible. If it weren't for the constant worry for his charges he would have found the entire situation amusing. It wasn't very often that he got to see the Highland brat this confused, frustrated, and completely out of his depth. As it was, he was too upset to truly appreciate and take advantage of the situation.
Concerned only with reaching his longtime student and friend, Methos plowed his way through the crowds and retrieved the Ford Explorer that he had arranged to be delivered to the airport. Once they were on the road, heading toward the Denver ATF office, Methos finally broke his silence, "Mac, when we get to Ezra's office, let me do all the talking. It's important."
"Who is he? Ezra, I mean. Is he an immortal?"
"He was a student of mine," Methos said, once again lapsing into silence.
TBC