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Chapter 6

Meanwhile somewhere in England...

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"It's happened," the cloaked figure droned. "The final pieces are in place."

"So be it," the ring of cloaked men and women droned in response.

With a clap of his hands the leader disbanded the circle and they all filed out silently. Only two remained with him as they stood over the remains of the sacrificed goat in the center of the pentagram.

"You must make sure MacLeod is out of the picture," the now revealed leader said. "He is too powerful. We must have Harris' head or all our planning will be for naught. He is the key and could be our undoing."

He turned to his cronies. "Who has news of Travers?"

The short bald man stepped forward saying, "He has disappeared master. It would seem that the rogue Slayer has dispatched him."

"Excellent," replied the leader. "It fulfills our purposes nicely. Gets rid of that little toad and gives us something to use on the Slayer when the time is right."

The other crony removed his hood and stepped forward clearing his voice to speak. "Master we have heard reports circulating through the demon world of the Methuselah Stone. It has apparently been recovered from the Seine by the immortal Amanda." He paused before continuing, "And she has once again disappeared. Apparently the Watchers of the Immortals has lost her."

The new head of the Watcher's Council removed his robes to reveal a sharp black suit and tie. Smoothing his clothes with his hands he then ran his hands through his hair. For a moment he paced. Slowly he turned to face the messenger.

"You should have told me this earlier," he said calmly. Taking out a small knife he slashed the throat of his underling, killing him. The body dropped to the ground in a heap adding his blood to that of the goat.

"On second thought Phillip; leave MacLeod alive as well as Harris. Focus on the Stone," he said to the bald man. "Besides, our chances of killing MacLeod have slimmed considerably since he took Kell's quickening. Did you know we cast a spell trying to determine the end of the Game? All we could see before our witch was killed during the spell was the enormous amount of power in MacLeod that made all other pale in comparison."

"Yes Master, leave MacLeod alone," the man said and scurried from the room.

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Later...

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"Geez Faith," said Xander between gasps for air. "That was kinky as hell. And in a cemetery?"

"Hey BoyToy, I didn't see you complaining. And where did you learn some of that stuff? I never met anyone with your skills. And I mean anyone." Faith said as she tried to get up and failed again. "Damn, you wore me out," she chuckled and relaxed.

"Wait a minute," she said suddenly a few minutes later, her voice low. "What the hell are we doing in a cemetery, with no clothes on, and me feeling like I ran a few marathons?" her voice rising in anxiety.

Xander sat up shaking his head. He stopped for a moment and said, "Wait, you're right! Crap Faith, I think we just had sex. Ahh hell, it's coming back to me. Geez Faith, I didn't know you could bend that way" he said with a grin.

Staring at him for a second, she grinned saying, "Well if you don't mind, then I don't either. I think we should have bought Cupid over there a drink or two but you killed him."

"Let's get the hell out of here," said Xander as he got up and started looking for his clothes.

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Methos sat up and reached for his sword as he felt an immortal enter the building. Getting up from the couch he stood off to the side of the room between two windows where he could watch all the openings into the room. Hearing the elevator coming up from the lobby, he relaxed slightly as he knew only a few people had a key. He relaxed completely when he saw Faith and Xander step into the room.

He shrugged when he saw the question in Xander's eyes. "I didn't get to be this old without being careful" Methos said.

"What happened tonight?" he asked, noticing that something was off with the two of them. He sat down on the couch when Xander motioned for him to. Xander pulled off his jacket and sat down on the chair across from Methos and Faith perched on the arm. Methos raised an eyebrow at this but said nothing.

Xander started to tell his tale and several minutes later he finished to find Methos smirking and shaking as he tried to repress a laugh.

He failed and didn't stop laughing for 3 minutes.

"Cupid?" he laughed out. "That little bastard made me sore for a week when he shot me and a harem in Saudi Arabia, oh about 1500 years ago. It was beautiful at first but I had to satisfy a lot of women before the spell wore off. Damn good thing that I was the caliph at the time or I would have been dead."

Leaning back into the cushions he sighed. "I always wanted to kill that guy for what he pulled and now you've done it. Don't worry about the spell though. It only lasts till you've had sex once. None of that fairy tale stuff about forced love forever."

"Wait till MacLeod hears about this one," Methos finished.

Xander grinned and Faith shrugged but blushed beautifully. Methos wondered about that too.

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AN: Two small chapters in one day. Hopefully I will be able to add some flesh to this soon. Review please!