AN: WOW. It's been a year since I even looked at this story. I got a new job and completely forgot about it. Sorry folks. I'll do what I can to make up for it.

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!!!!! Don't sue me.

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Chapter 5

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Methos sprawled on MacLeod's couch with a bottle of beer in one hand and an ancient book the other. His off-white Irish fisherman's sweater was slightly rumpled and his jeans had fared no better. Pulling up with a start at the line he just read he slowly re-read the ancient Sumerian.

Damn Immortals Codex and Guide he thought. Always vague on everything but the names he mused warily.

"So, our boy Xander gets an extra power," the oldest man alive breathed.

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MacLeod didn't turn as the elevator squeaked down it's rails. His opponent began to circle warily and he did the same. Spinning suddenly Xander lashed out with his sword, completely missing his intended target. Fortunately for Xander, he had the excuse of being blindfolded.

MacLeod just shook his head in amusement then just about died laughing when Xander shrieked like a girl when Methos had snuck up on him and grabbed his butt. From the corner of his eye he could see Faith on the floor rolling.

Xander tore off the dishtowel covering his eyes and glared at his oldest friend. Hell, anyone's oldest friend. Then he threw the sweaty towel at Faith who took it full in the face.

"Xander, I told you it wouldn't work. Believe me, it took me centuries to be able to fight in complete darkness. You've only been Immortal for a few months" MacLeod stated matter of factly.

"Yeah yeah yeah," Xander said with a grin. "Come on Faith, let's get changed so we can go patrol." She got off the floor where she lay on her back, mock-curtsied and said, "Yes master." She then walked over to him grabbed his butt and ran. He followed suit.

"Hey MacLeod, I've been reading some extremely classic literature" began Methos.

"I've told you that Garfield doesn't count as classic," retorted MacLeod with a smile.

"Ha ha, funny man. I was talking about the Immortals Codex and Guide," he replied. Seeing that he had his audience's full attention he continued. "It seems that your young Padawan is to receive a power that gives him an extra incentive to fight the forces of darkness."

"And what would that be" asked MacLeod, rolling his eyes at the pop reference.

"Cliché though it is, love" replied Methos smugly.

MacLeod stared for a moment then shook his head and began walking to the locker room. "That's just stupid."

Methos shrugged and grinned. He called to MacLeod's retreating form, "Tell Amanda 'Hi' for me."

Hearing a grunt for a reply, he turned and whistled an old Irish drinking song happily as he walked out the door.

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Later that evening Faith and Xander found themselves in a fight with a bow and arrow wielding demon of some kind that kept moving, ducking and dodging while it continued to fire disappearing arrows at them.

Xander crept behind another tombstone as another arrow missed its mark in a fast moving Faith and struck the ground then dissolved. He shook his head then signaled to Faith who nodded. He jumped up and ran toward the bowman and then stopped short when he realized it was nowhere to be seen. He then gasped in pain as another found its mark in his back. He turned slowly and shrugged at Faith who caught his eye for the briefest of seconds and shrugged back.

Turning swiftly he hurled his sword, finally catching the bowman in the chest who then dropped to the ground dead and twitching.

He walked over to the corpse as he felt the arrow in his back dissolving. He looked to find a quiver of heart shaped arrow tips and a giant heart tattoo on the man's bronzed chest. He stared for a second and realization hit him.

"Shit, Faith. I think I just killed Cupid" he said as Faith came up to him. He turned only to be tackled and straddled by a very horny Faith who swarmed his mouth with her tongue while pulling her tank top to shreds trying to get it off.

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AN: How was that? Review!!!