"Wake up," Methos heard someone say. "Wake up, I would like to talk to you."

Methos groaned and tried to open his eyes. He began to feel pain coursing through his head and entire body as he began to try and sit up. He soon managed to climb to a sitting position and opened his eyes. He looked around the area to see a familiar face kneeling beside him.

"Are you alright? That was a hard hit that you just took," said the man.

"Hugh Fitzcairn? You're a friend of Macleod's. You were killed by Kalas a number of years ago, just before he met me. Why and how could you be here?" the oldest Immortal questioned.

"Aye, I am here laddy. I am here because a friend of mine asked me to help you. And you are a man of many names and faces... Methos," Fitzcairn told him.

"You know who I am?" Methos asked, not believing what he was hearing.

He groaned, believing that Elkaryene might know the truth about his identity as the oldest Immortal.

"I do Methos. I first heard about you from a friend of mine. Perhaps you know her. Her name is Elkaryene Shymel. She's the one who asked me to help you," Fitzcairn told him. "I first knew you as Scott Winters, the one who helped Aryen in the Titanic incident and several ones afterwards, keeping her from Charley's grasp. It is by this name that she still knows you as. You haven't told her anything different and neither have I."

Methos sighed, wondering how Fitzcairn knew about his true identity.

"I found out about you after I died by Kalas' hand, with you becoming friends with Macleod and all soon after," Fitzcairn told him.

"What exactly happened to me?" Methos wondered, refering to the recent incident.

"Charley was what happened. He was in your head, creating havoc with you, making you do things you wouldn't normally do," Fitzcairn replied. "Making you see things, hear things, sense other Immortals that weren't really there. I think he wanted you to go crazy."

Meths nodded, thinking he understood the whole situation now. He might have known that Charley would not leave him alone, even in the afterlife.

"He couldn't leave you alone Methos. He was simply too obsessed with Elkaryene and making sure she died. I believe that he believed you would not want to live with yourself if you ever took Elkaryene's head or seriously injured her. Too bad that had to happen anyway. I think you were taking it really hard," Fitzcairn told him.

"But I did hurt her. I unintentionally killed her by my sword in the middle of a church. Immortals don't attack other Immortals on Holy Ground. That's just not right," Methos wondered as he placed a hand on his head as he tried to stand up. "You won't tell her my real name, will you Fitzcairn? I can see you listen to her when she needs someone to talk to about subjects she'd prefer not to talk me about."

Fitzcairn helped Methos to his feet and looked at him with a smile. Methos slighlty gasped for air, hoping his body would soon be healed from the trauma it just received. He looked at the stare that was facing him and knew what the man was about to say.

"No, I'm not going to tell her Methos. I had no intentions of telling her at anytime. I've had several chances to do so and I never took any of them. I'll probably have more chances unless you tell her yourself. I feel it's up to you to tell her about yourself," Fitzcairn replied with a small smile. "Not me. It was never my job to tell her she became a student to the world's oldest man."

"Fitzcairn... thank you," Methos told him. "I don't know how else to thank you but in that way. You've saved my life and Elkaryene's."

"All I want or need is thank you. Elkaryene's my friend and so are you in a way. I was happy to have helped the two of you," Fitzcairn replied with a smile on his face. "Now go see Elkaryene, Methos. She's terribly worried about you. She won't be able to handle the thought of losing you without you even dying."

Methos smiled just before Fitzcairn disappeared into thin air. Methos gave a small laugh as shook his head.

"I'm sorry things had to happen that way Fitzcairn. She's living a happy life but I know she'd be happier if you were still alive," Methos quietly said before he hurried offas fast as he could towards the bar.

Fitzcairn gave a sad smile from afar.

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"I can't stand this, not knowing where he is!" cried Elkaryene, pacing back and forth.

"And he could be anywhere by now," Joe said with a sigh as he continued to watch her.

"He could also hurt someone since he's not in his right mind and we still don't know what's causing it," Duncan put in.

Amanda watched the company she was in until she felt another Immortal heading in their direction. Duncan and Elkaryene felt it as well. They looked towards the door to see Methos walk through it, a bit worse for wear but still in one piece.

"Scott?" his young friend questioned, as if wondering if it was safe to approach him.

"Kari, it's all over. I'm not going to attack you. Charley was in my head, making me do things I would never think of doing. Like hurting you," Methos explained as he took his friend into an embrace. "I received some help from an unexpected source."

"Charley Street? Isn't he dead? I thought I killed him," Duncan wondered, not believing what he was hearing.

"What?" wondered Amanda before Methos could answer Macleod's question. "You got help from who exactly?"

"An old friend of Kari's," he replied as he gave Elkaryene a smile. "Someone I know that you miss terribly. I can see it in your heart that you do."

Elkaryene smiled as she looked away from the group.

"Fitz, you did answer my call," she whispered as she clung to his shirt.

"Charley couldn't leave Kari alone. I think he figured that if I took her head, I wouldn't want to live and I wouldn't," Methos explained. "He is dead Macleod but in spirit, he wasn't dead. He was the one in my head. He caused me to attack Kari those times. He thought he could get me to do kill her by attacking my mind."

Duncan Macleod smiled at the relief that this threat was now gone. as it was supposed to stay like that.

None of them saw the figure in the corner of the room, smiling fro ear to ear.

"Both of you are definitely one of a kind, Methos and Kari. I'll always be here to watch over you Aryen, for as long as you live. And the blasted Scot as well, Duncan Macleod of the clan Macleod. He can be such a pain in the ass sometimes, I don't even know how you became friends with him. Heck, it seems like yesterday that I became friends with him. I still don't know why I became friends with him. And I probably would have helped you Aryen, even if you hadn't asked me," Fitzcairn whispered to himself.

He watched as Methos led Elkaryene into a chair and sat down next to her. It appeared to the young Immortal that something was wrong as she looked at the oldest Immortal. She saw the slightly sad yet tired look on his face. She knew he had been thinking long and hard about something.

"Scott, what's wrong?" she wondered, becoming very worried.

"Kari, there's something I'd like to tell you. I'm not as you know me to be," he quietly told her.

Duncan and Amanda stayed away from the two, knowing the two needed some privacy. The Scot and the thief stayed near where Joe was standing, behind the bar. It seems that the three knew that Methos needed to tell her something.

"Scott Winters isn't my real name Kari. It's an alias I use. One of many that I've used over the centuries I've been alive," Methos told her.

Elkaryene was more than a bit surprised, he could tell. But she knew that she understood the use of aliases, having used several herself over her short life after all the incidents she's was involved in.

"Then what is your real name?" she managed to ask. "Are you going to tell me?"

She watched as he paused and lowered his head slightly. After a moment, he came in eye contact with hers and sighed.

"Methos," he finally said. "My name is Methos."

The End

Author's Note-Thanks to all who have reviewed and read. Hope you enjoyed the story.