Amanda couldn't believe as she paced back and forth in the bar. Joe watched her, as did Elkaryene.

"It's been too long. We've been searching for hours and there's still no sign of him," Amanda said in a quiet voice.

"It's been way too long. Duncan's been a good friend. He seems like the type not to try and let people down or knows where he is. I wish Fitz were here. I miss him so much," Elkaryene said as she turned away.

The two people with her noticed she lowered her voice when saying the last two sentences. They knew that she and Hugh were close friends, with him being the first Immortal she had ever met in her short life. They both knew that she still didn't know why he was killed or who killed him. No one ever told her what had happened a few years ago and the situation with Kalas. She didn't know what happened to him.

"Don't worry yourself about it Elkaryene. We'll figure this out sooner or later," Joe assured her.

"I hope so and I would like it to be sooner rather than later. I'm worried about Scott's going through. I mean, it's almost like he's going out of his mind! Hearing things, sensing other Immortals and hallucinating. Immortals don't normally do something like that," she replied as both she and Amanda felt the presence of another Immortal nearby.

Joe watched as they looked in the direction of the door and Duncan walked through it. All three of them sighed once they saw he was alone. Elkaryene groaned.

"Any sign of him?" wondered Amanda.

"No. I haven't seen him. I was hoping the two of you were having more luck than what I was," Duncan replied as he sat down in a chair.

Elkaryene appeared as if she was going to cry as she placed a hand through her hair.

"We'll find him and we will help him with tihs problem, whatever it is," Amanda told her as she sat down in the chair next to her.

Elkaryene nodded her head as she looked at the older woman and smiled.

"We will find him. I've never seen him as the type to give up so easily. I hope he'll get through this," Elkaryene whispered.

"He will and I will make sure of it. I have a feeling that someone's watching out for our dear friend. Whoever it is, will let no harm come to him," Amanda told her.

Elkaryene gave a smile and nodded, believing what the older Immortal had to say.

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Hugh Fitzcairn walked though the halls of the building, looking for any indication of where Charley could have possibly gone to so quickly, knowing that they were both capable of disappearing in an instant. He had lost any track of the insane Immortal when the fight had stopped and caused Methos inadvertantly lashed out at the man who tried to help him.

"Where are you Charley? We have to finish this," Fitzcairn said to the area around him as he continued to follow Methos.

He was hoping that Charley was nearby and he only had to wait a few moments before Charley suddenly appeared before him, a sword in hand.

"So are you ready to die again?" wondered Charley, a smile on his face. "Please say yes since this will not take long to kill you."

"No, I'm not prepared to die but I am prepared to kill you," Fitzcairn replied as they began to circle each other.

Methos had found his way outside, stumbling and continually falling to his knees along the way and before finally collapsing beside a tree just off the church property. He couldn't see the two standing beside him. He could just make out their voices and Fitzcairn could hear the man quietly sobbing, whispering and hoping everything would stop.

"Let's get this over with. This torment for him has to stop now and for Elkaryene," Fitzcairn told the man standing before him.

"All right, let's go at it then," Charley replied with a sigh, briefly lifting up his arms.

Their swords connected and the battle continued on. Fitzcairn soon dodged an attack by Charley. Fitzcairn could see the craziness in Charley's eyes as the man lunged towards him.

"You know you won't win this," Charley told him with a laugh. "I have never lost a battle in my life."

"We'll have to see about that and yes you have. You will again," replied Fitzcairn as they continued with their battle.

The two dead Immortals continued onwards, Methos not even knowing what was going on around him. He was still in the same place as he was when the battle began just ever so recently but his reaction knew that something was there. His hands were still over his ears as if he were in an intense amount of pain. Fitzcairn figured that Methos' body must be pounding with pain.

"Why did I do that? Elkaryene," he quietly sobbed as he felt the pain coming on again. "I'm so sorry. I hope you'll forgive me."

Fitzcairn growled at that statement. He knew that something had to be done and done immediately. He noticed that Methos placed his hands over his ears. Fitzcairn realized that the pain was coming back and increasing again because of their fight. He fully faced Charley again, who still had his sword prepared.

"You will pay for hurting Elkaryene as much as you did and Scott as well. He's just a pawn in your quest to get her killed. I won't let you do be the death of them," Fitzcairn growled.

"No, I won't pay for hurting them. You are not even a threat to me. You were at one point once I found out about you many years ago but not anymore," replied Charley as he thrust his sword forward.

It connected with Fitzcairn's leg and he fell to the ground, clutching the injury. He figured he must have miscalulated something again as he looked up at Charley, who was now hovering above him.

"Can't you see? In this war, I have won. Even though I have died, that was simply a battle," Charley explained to him.

"You feel that you've won the war, even though you lost that particular battle?" Fitzcairn had to ask.

"Yep," Charley replied as he gave a small nod of the head. "Now it is your turn to be out of the way before I finally drive Scott out of his mind enough that he commits suicide."

"You're insane," Fitzcarin told him.

"How nice of you to notice that. Good-bye Hugh Fitzcairn, good-bye Scott, good-bye Elkaryene," Charley replied with an evil smile on his face.

Fitzcairn gasped as he managed to thrust his sword upwards. It went through Charley's abdomen area and the man gasped. He dropped his sword onto the ground as he staggered back a few steps. He placed a hand over the 'wound' to see that red substance flowing out of him. Fitzcairn watched as Charley fell to the ground before picking up the sword that was recently dropped. Fitzcairn hovered over Charley, with his weight more on his uninjured leg.

"Things change ever so quickly, don't they Street?" wondered Fitzcairn before lifting up the sword.

"I have not won the war after all. I can't believe that I lost after all. What happened along the way? Where did I go wrong?" Charley quietly said as Fitzcairn lifted the sword over his head.

"You underestimated Elkaryene's faith in me, even after I have died. She will always miss me, and have faith in me, even when she still doesn't know the circumstances of my death," Fitzcairn replied before bringing down the sword.

Fitzcairn watched as a mist rose from the body. It appeared to him to be a dark mist as it rose into the air. It almost appeared to be screaming in agony before it slowly started to disappear.

What Hugh Fitzcairn wasn't expecting was the scream coming from behind him, from Methos. He twirled around to see the man stand up, hands on either side of his head. Methos stumbled forward before leaning against another tree. Methos' head arched back, his mouth wide open in a silent scream before his legs decided to give out from underneath him. He lay there in a heap, unmoving. Fitzcairn's jaw dropped as he stared at the motionless body lying on the grounf before him.

"Wasn't expecting that now. Must be that Charley's no longer in his head," he muttered as he watched the dark mist competely disappear from view. "What's going to happen now, now that Charley's gone?"

TBC...