Epilogue
'Michael!' Methos shouted for the third time. He had just in time remembered to use Menes' modern name. He hoped his friend would recognize his voice and open the door.
Just when Methos was about to give up the door to the hotel room was opened. Menes stood in the door opening, looking like hell. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, both crumpled. This compared with the fact his hair was a mess led Methos to the conclusion his old friend had been sleeping in these clothes.
'What do you want?' Menes asked. He sounded pretty worn out.
'Just checking on you,' Methos answered as nonchalantly as possible. Sensing Menes was not really up for this, which could mean he would shut him out, Methos pushed Menes out of his way and let himself in. 'How are you feeling?'
Menes closed the door and dropped himself on the bed, the place Methos assumed he had been before he had shown up. 'Like someone is rhythmically hitting on my head with a sledgehammer.'
From experience Methos knew it was unusual an immortal was still in pain hours after he had suffered a death. He also knew the pain was not all physical. His ego was severely damaged. 'What did he do?'
Menes closed his eyes and groaned softly. 'Severed the upper half of my head from the rest of my body.'
Ouch, that came awfully close to decapitation. Methos sat down on the bed and gently touched the arm of his friend. 'You will be fine.'
Menes snorted, something that was unusual and certainly odd considering the topic they were discussing. When Menes finally looked at him again, Methos was taken aback by the look in his eyes. 'Really?' The sarcasm and anger went straight through Methos' soul. His friend was angry with him, and not just a bit.
'Menes…'
'Get out.' He had said it flatly, but undoubtedly meant it. Methos was unwanted here now. He knew it was partly the fact Menes was weak and vulnerable now, but this was not everything. Menes felt betrayed.
'But what…,' Methos tried one more time, but he got interrupted immediately again.
'Get out.'
Methos knew when to leave, and now was definitely one of those moments. If he kept pushing him, he might face a swordfight. Not that he really had to fear for his life now, Menes was not really able to fight, but there was no way he would want to fight his old friend. 'Okay.' He got up and put his hands in the air, showing he was serious. 'When do you leave Seacouver?'
'As soon as possible,' Menes growled.
Methos sighed. He wanted to talk with his old comrade, but it looked like this had to wait till they would meet again. When or where that would be was unknown.
The story ended up to be a lot shorter than originally intended. I might continue, but becauseI don't have time for it now soI don't if I'll actually do it, I thought it was best to end the story here and continue in a sequal.
