As you've more then likely already guessed if you watch the television series Tessa's viewing went well apart from the fact that she witnessed a murder taking place on a bridge opposite the studio's office. She went into protective custody after MacLeod managed to get himself shot. Boy was it funny watching MacLeod try and explain immortals to me. I ended up confessing that I knew about immortals and he shouldn't worry about it.
Anyway with the help Richie, Mac followed the police to where they were taking Tessa to protect her when the immortal after her attempted to blow up the house.
Obviously MacLeod wanted revenge and he got it apparently, as he came home one night looking like a bus had hit him. But other then that it was quite until about a week later when MacLeod received the runes from Darius.
The fact that Mac had gone to hunting the immortal after Darius's friend and the fact that Tessa had been offered a job in Paris cause arguments to accrue and I felt like the fourth wheel so tried to spend as much time as possible out and about taking in what little things Seacouver had to offer.
I could feel Methos watching me from afar and I know that doesn't so, how can I say this; logical I just knew he was following me. It was almost like I could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. I thought about going back to Joe's book shop but thought better of it, so I spent most of my time in a park not to far from the antiques shop with a book on ancient mythology, which I had managed to get from another bookshop in the area.
With it been a shop that sold old books I searched the shelves for day without much luck in finding anything that may help me get home. I was surprised though when I came across a book in what looked like French that I was hopeful to be one of Methos' journals, but I couldn't figure it out and had decided to put off attempting to translate it until I had a little more time on my hands.
Like I was saying before Tessa and Mac had been arguing. Wanting to give them some space I headed out to the park almost as soon as my shift had finished to do bit of reading. I almost jumped out of my skin when someone sat down beside me on the bench, as I was so engrossed in my book.
"God sake Richie, don't sneak up on me like that!" I almost shouted trying to get my heartbeat back to normal.
"Sorry." He apologised. "Mac wants us all back to at the shop. Say's it's something important."
I sighed and closed my book after marking the page and got up and walked in silence with Richie back to the shop.
We arrived back I found Tessa packing a bag trying to stuff as many books as possible in but found herself unable to close it. I know what was coming and wondered what would happen to me. Not having a passport I knew it was impossible for Mac to send me with them.
"What's going on?" Richie asked taking in the sight before him.
"Tessa's taking the job in Paris." Mac stated.
"Wow, wow, wow but Mac I thought. But what about." I could tell he was finding it hard, more then likely he was taking it as hard as me. The possibility of been kicked back on to the streets was overwhelming him. At least he's going with them I thought as Mac started speaking again.
"You're going with them, Richie."
"I'm going to Paris?" Richie asked but I blocked it all out as Mac's words echoed inside my head, 'You're going with THEM'. Is it possible that I could be going with them?
"Yeah!" Mac laughed handing Richie his ticket then walked over to me and handed me a ticket and passport. I looked down at them not knowing whether or not to believe the fact that I was going with them. "What you thought I'd leave you out?" Mac asked obviously noticing my shock.
I opened my mouth to say something; thank you maybe but I couldn't form the words. I looked back down at the passport in my hand and opened it up to look at the picture confirming that it was my passport. I grimaced, why do passport photos always make you look ten times worst then you actually look.
'I'm going to Paris' I thought happily. I've never been to Paris.
I spent the next few hours packing what few possessions I had into a spare duffel bag of Mac's until Mac came to tell me the taxi would be arriving soon.
I closed the bag up and dragged it out to the main room where Tessa was still trying to get her bag to close. Richie was just disappearing down the stairs with his bag thrown over his shoulder. I quickly crossed the room and followed Richie down the stairs and out to the back of the shop where a taxi was just pulling up.
Richie and the Taxi driver put all the bags into the boot including Tessa's who had managed to close the bag and had just come down not long after me. I stood by the taxi while Tessa had a tearful goodbye with Mac, then Mac said goodbye to Richie. I was surprised when he came over to me and pulled me into a hug telling me to take care of myself.
With the goodbye taken care of the three of us climbed in to the taxi and headed to the airport and then our new home in France.