"Scott, what's wrong? You've never acted like this before," wondered Elkaryene as she tried to walk up to him. "Tell me."

"Stay back!" he told her, an arm reached out as if to stop her from getting closer. "I can't believe that you're not feeling this. There's someone else in here, I tell you! There is!"

"There's no one besides the three of us Scott," Duncan replied.

A a small smile crossed the Highlander's face but deep inside, he was very worried. He had known the world's oldest man for a couple of years now but he had never demonstrated anything like this before.

"What's wrong?" Elkaryene demanded to know.

'Tell them Scott! Tell them what's wrong! Tell them you're feeling the presence of another Immortal nearby. They'll soon think you're crazy!' the voice told him in the same sneering voice but this time, it had a laugh laced through it.

Methos turned around in a circle a few times before the presence disappeared and so did the voice. He put down his sword, leaving him very confused with what was happening.

"I was sure someone was here. Now who was it and where were they?" he muttered to himself. "And why couldn't you sense them coming?"

"Scott?" Elkaryene questioningly said as she stepped up to him.

Methos looked at her and sighed, the questions running through his mind but he just shook it off.

"I'm fine Kari. I'm fine. I don't know what just happened," he replied. "Nothing, really. It's nothing to worry about.

He gave her a smile yet to Elkaryene, it seemed to be fake. she had known him almost a century, more than enough time to recognize a few of his quirks. She wasn't sure what exactly happened but she figured it wasn't good.

'What goes through your mind Scott? I will never know unless you tell me,' she thought to herself.

"How about we go see Joe and get a drink? Maybe it's just your nerves after what's happened recently with Charley. Maybe this will calm them," suggested Duncan.

Methos nodded as the three of them headed down to the bar. But Methos knew that it couldn't possibly be with what recently happened with Charley Street, the Immortal who was searching for Elkaryene for decades.

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"You can't be serious Mac. Methos - of all people - is sensing other Immortals that aren't even there? I don't believe it. It's just not possible," Joe replied.

"But it's true. I'm worried about both him and Elkaryene. She trusts him with her life and I'm afraid that if they're ever alone, he might accidentally take her head if he ever senses it again," replied Duncan.

"I'm not buying it. It's just not possible and as far as I know, no one in the Watcher's organization has ever heard of something like this happening before," Joe replied as he looked at the Scot. "I would've probably heard about it if it did."

Duncan was inwardly happy that Methos and Elkaryene were sitting on the other side of the bar so they couldn't hear the conversation.

"I still don't believe it. I mean, I know he's older than the rest of us but I don't see him going senile anytime soon, even for the world's oldest man," Joe quietly told the Immortal.

"I know what you mean. I just hope it's nothing serious and that was just a fluke," Duncan quietly replied.

The Scotsman looked over the room, at the empty chairs. The place wasn't open yet so if anything did happen to occur, they wouldn't have any witnesses to contend with. Duncan was thinking about how the young female Immortal was feeling at the moment. He was hearing the conversation she and Methos were having but was not paying any attention to what was being said.

"Macleod?" came a voice, breaking him out of his trance.

"What? Yeah Joe, what is it?" Duncan wondered.

"What's wrong? You seemed distant there for a moment," Joe wanted to know.

"I was wondering about things. A number of things actually," replied Duncan as they continued to watch the two other Immortals.

"I'd say not to worry about it just yet. After all, it's only been one incident. It may never happen again for all we know," Joe told him.

Methos had his head in his hands, his elbows in the table. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to admit it to Elkaryene or Duncan that he was a little scared of what was happening. Heck, he didn't know if he could them what happened yet. 'Can I tell them? No! They'd just laugh at me and call me crazy,' he thought to himself.

"Why won't you tell me what's wrong Scott? I want to help you. After all, you've helped me in so many ways," Elkaryene asked him.

"It's nothing, believe me," he lied, running a hand through his hair.

She didn't believe what he said and she was determined to help him, whatever his problem was. She watched as Methos suddenly perked up his head and looked around the room. She was confused as was Joe and Duncan as they noticed from where they were.

"What's wrong?" Duncan demanded to know.

'Not again,' screamed an inner voice in Methos' head.

'Yes, it is me again,' came the voice and Methos began to sense the presence of another Immortal nearby.

Methos quickly stood up, knocking the chair over in the process. Elkaryene became worried now for she thought he might turn his sword on her or on Duncan. She didn't want to see either of those things happening.

"Scott!" she cried as she watched him.

"Oh no, not again," muttered Duncan as he moved towards the two.

Methos pulled out his sword and Joe was glad that no one else was there to witness this. He really didn't want to explain what was happening. The eldest Immortal turned around as the voice talk to him again.

'Yes, I'm here again. I will always be here, until the day you die. So you're going to have to live with me until you do so,' the voice told him.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" demanded Methos.

'What do I want? My, my Scott. It doesn't matter what I want! What I am going to give you though is so much torment that you will wish you were dead!' cried the voice as the presence became closer.

It was then that Methos saw someone else besides his two friends. It was a man standing next to where his youngest friend was standing at the moment.

'Here I am Scott. Come and get me,' the man said.

The man raised the back of his hand towards him and motioned his fingers towards him. Methos saw the sword in one of his hands and the eldest Immortal lunged at him. The stranger then raised his arms to protect his head and he screamed.

TBC...