"So that's why they wanted us? Simply because of something that was beyond our control? Unbelievable!" Elkaryene asked. "I didn't know I was going to come alive in someone's arms."

"Looks that way," Duncan replied. "Sometimes, people dwell too much on the past."

"I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved at those years ago. Getting in the affairs of married couples always lands me in trouble," Methos muttered.

The three Immortals were now back in Joe's bar. Joe was sitting behind the bar, cleaning a few glasses.

"What confuses me is that they had plenty of time to kill us. Why didn't they?" Elkaryene wondered.

"I guess they also wanted to kill me since I knew you. They almost got Joe. I'm still wondering where that wind came from since all the windows and doors were closed," Duncan replied.

"Wherever the hell it came from, it certainly helped a lot. Without it, we all would have died," Methos put in.

Joe gave a snicker as he placed the last glass on the table. He began to walk over to the Immortals and sat down next to Methos.

"You think so? I'm happy we're all still alive too," Joe said. "I can't recall how many times I've come to death already since I've actually met the two of you. More times than what I care to admit."

Methos raised one of eyebrows as he looked at the mortal. He gave a small laugh as he stood up.

"One way or another, I'm exhausted and full of clothes which I do like to get changed. I've got to get some sleep. How about you Elkaryene?" he said to his friends.

Elkaryene had laid her head in her arms on the table. She lifted her head and looked at him for a moment before nodding.

"Let me take the two of you back. Neither one of you are in any condition to drive and I doubt that you'd want to get any attention walking around with clothes like that," Duncan told them.

Methos gave him a mock glare as he followed Duncan Macleod of the Clan Macleod outside with Elkaryene close behind them. A figure stepped to Joe's side but the mortal never noticed him. The invisible figure then followed the three out the door.

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Methos glanced over at Elkaryene, giving a small smile before falling asleep. Almost immediately, he found that he began to dream.

Methos found himself outside the building. He was slightly confused on how he actually got out there.

"I must be sleepwalking or something," he muttered.

"No you're not," came a voice from behind him.

Methos twirled around to find a somewhat familiar face standing before him.

"Hugh Fitzcairn. How did you find your way into my dreams? The last time I saw you,I was going out of my mind whenI nearly killed Kari," Methos wondered.

"Because I can, that's why. I am here to tell you something," Fitzcairn told him.

Fitzcairn gave a small laugh as he glanced at the look on the oldest Immortal's face. Fitzcairn walked over to Methos' side yet didn't say anything for a moment.

"Methos, remember the last time I came to see you? What I told you?" Hugh asked him.

Methos thought for a moment before answering.

"I do. You told me that Elkaryene asked you to help me," he replied.

"Yes and I did help you. It's also the same reason I came this time: because Elkaryene asked me to," Hugh replied with a smile. "She's just as worried about you as you are about her."

"Why would she be worried about me? She's the one who's young and inexperienced," Methos questioned.

"Maybe because you're the oldest and a bit of a target? Just remember Methos, she adores you so. Remember that you saved her life more than once," Hugh replied, his voice starting to fade.

Methos gave a small smile as he watched Fitzcairn disappear into thin air.

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Methos awoke with a start, a few drops of perspiration falling down his face. He glanced over at Elkaryene, who hadn't moved from her spot nearby.

'I just have to remember that Fitzcairn found her first. I guess I should be thankful that she's here. I could easily be dead if it wasn't for her. Though Charley might not have been after me if she hadn't been around,' he thought to himself, running a hand through his hair.

He thought about what Fitzcairn had already told him between the two meetings.

'I wonder what trouble we're going to get into next?' he asked himself. 'I hope no more for quite a while.'

He laid back down, hoping that he would be able to fall back asleep and not have any more dreams.

The End.

Sorry for the short chapter and the delay in finishing it. (Got a bit of a writer's block)