This chappie is dedicated to my first (and only) three reviewers, Princess Shido, KiwiClover, and Mythers. Thanks so much ::hands each of u a cookie:: hope u like this chappie too!

Disclaimer: No I do not own Duncan, Amanda or any of the other Highlander characters (except Methos)

Methos:: WHAT! You don't own me no one owns me! Least of all you!

Me:: well then have fun being a zombie who gets their head blown off by yours truly.

Methos:: I said you don't own me, I didn't say "we" can't have fun while we're here. And besides how could an Immortal become a zombie anyway, I mean come on we can only die if you take our head.

Me:: hey I write the story here I can do to you what ever I want! But you're right, I don't own you but I do own any original character within.

Ch.2 Requiem of a dream

Methos ran back into the house, Duncan and Amanda hot on his trail. They had not been introduced to his house guest and were very confused as to why she looked so disoriented. She was clad in the usual morning after attire, oversized tee-shirt and boxer. Methos was doing his best to calm her down , but it seemed his Atlantian was a bit rusty.

"Ayia! Mammen oweis kemile!"

"What did she say?" Duncan asked urgently he did not know what his old friend had done to the young lass, but apparently it was not good.

"Gimme a minute, its been awhile since I used that part of my head. I need to dust it off. Whatever she said, she's pissed!"

She was sitting on the couch throwing everything she could get her hands on at Methos, Duncan and Amanda. She kept shouting in a scared tone as Methos finally remembered how to speak. The young woman ran out of things to throw and Methos got his hands on her. He grabbed her by the forearms and looked at her face to face, kneeling before her.

"Udos hass'l dos nau jivviim, honglath harl." We mean you no harm, calm down. Stunned by the outreach Methos presented to her in her common tongue, she stopped fidgeting and looked dumbstruck.

"Lu'oh xun dos zhah lu'oh ulu telanth ussta xanalress?" How do you know how to speak my language?

"Ninden naut kleel, vel'bol zhah nindel dos honglath harl lu' vok ulu udossa." That's not important, what is important is that you calm down and listen to us.

Seeing that she was not going to try anything funny, Methos let the girl go and sat next to her on the couch. She tried to stand but her legs seemed to buckle underneath the sudden amount of pressure and she went down like a ton of bricks. Duncan and Methos helped her back onto her feet only to have her fall again. Methos bent down and smiled at her. She amused him with her child-like approach to walking. "Dos xun ajak lu'oh z'hin, xuat dos? Uss ur'ac wun alust d'lil byr." You do remember how to walk, don't you. One foot in front of the other. She meakly nodded and attempted to walk. The first few steps went without incident but one faulty step and she ended up on her butt. Methos took this all in with an amused smirk, like a father watching his child take their first steps. By midday, her steps were becoming less wobbly and falls less frequent and she was gaining confidence with each step. After she felt herself sufficient enough to walk on her own, she turned to Methos with an outstretched hand.

"Ussta kaas zhah Arreyetti. Vel'bol zhah dusst kaas?" My name is Arreyetti. What is your name?

"Ussta kaas zhah Methos . Nindol zhah Duncan lu' Amanda," he replied, gesturing to each of his friends in turn.

"Speaking of me," Amanda chimed in. "I have a studio apartment upstate, and since the hurricane swung southward, it's still standing along with the rest of the town. I do believe a shopping spree is in order, oversized tee-shirts and boxers do her no justice."

"What?" Methos exclaimed a bit hurt. "I thought she looked good in my boxers."

Duncan had been driving about an hour. Amanda was asleep in the passenger seat, Methos and Arreyetti leaned on each other in their sleep. The headphones playing a language tape were slowly slipping off Arreyetti's head. Just like his memory, Methos began to stir in his sleep.

Methos walked through the throng of people at the market place on the second ring of Atlantis. He was headed, like many others, to the grand temple of Poseidon. He was quickly approaching the bridge that lead to the center of the three rings, each separated by canals of water. In the center circle was the awe-inspiring Palace, which glittered in the midday-sun. Arriving at the temple, its walls sparkled with gold, copper and bronze designs of the most intricate detail. The tall marble pillars stood like imposing sentinels at the front entrance. Methos spotted a familiar face who was being shadowed by a small child with bouncy blonde curls. He shouted across the large courtyard and waved. His friend wore the white and blue robes of the high priest that swished and swayed with each step.

"Ahh Methos, my good friend. You haven't aged a day. How good it is to see you." The two friends were drawn into a brotherly embrace.

"Hah, I get that a lot, though I see you sport more than your fair share of grey hairs. Darsus its good to see you too. Who's your little shadow?" He replied, gesturing to the blonde child who tried to hide within Darsus' flowing robe in shyness.

"Ahh this," He said picking up the small child. "This is my pride and joy, my little Arreyetti." At the mention of her name, the little girl tried bury herself within her fathers arms. He placed her back on her feet but she still clung onto his hand.

"She looks so much like her mother. Alas Arreyetti is all I have left of her mother."

The guards acknowledged Darsus as they passed into the palace gardens. Flowers of every size and color grew along the pathway, exotic birds of every shape and size flew about freely landing in trees and walking on the ground. Bougainvillaeas grew up intricate lattice work walls and decorated the gazebo in the middle of the clearing. Both men sat in the shade of the gazebo while Arreyetti played with the water fountain nearby. It was a few years after this friendly visit that Atlantis sunk under the sea.

Methos found himself being shaken awake and the dream was still fresh in his mind.

"We are arriv-ed, Methos," Arreyetti beamed, proud of herself for attempting English. Methos took hold of her shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. "Arreyetti, vel'bol zhah dosst ilharn's kaas?" What was your father's name?

"Darsus, ele?" Why?

(A/N): Ahahahahahahahahahaha! Eviiiiiill cliffie! The language I used in this chappie (and will use again in the future) is (don't shoot me for my geekiness) Elvish! Yeah yeah I found a translator online albeit not too trustworthy but its effective for what I have planned for it.