It had been about six weeks since we arrived in Paris and Mac had joined us about a week after our arrival. Tessa and Mac had moved onto the barge while me and Richie had decided to share a two bedroom flat above a shop about two minutes walk from Darius' church, which had become my new hide away.
Even though I found it hard been around Darius knowing he was going to die and I could have prevented his death. It almost cut me up inside seeing him, but I also found comfort from been around him.
He had started to help me out on my French; written and spoken. When he asked me what my big interest in learning French was I told him. Interested he asked me to bring the book in which I did. He said he knew the perfect person the help me understand what was written in there because it wasn't just straightforward French like I thought. I eagerly asked who it was and he gave me an address and told me he would call the person and let him know I was coming.
I left the church straight away and jumped into a taxi giving the driver the address. I sat back for the twenty minute drive wondering who Darius could be sending me to go see not having any idea of his true intentions at the time.
The taxi only stopped long enough for me to pay and jump out before it sped off back down the street. Shaking my head I looked down at the peace of paper Darius had given me one last time and walked up the few steps and knocked on the door.
I can't really remember what happened next all I know for sure is that I felt a yank and found myself slammed up against the inside of the closed door with a sword at my throat as I looked into the some what annoyed green eyes person I least expected to see.
I felt my knees turn to jelly but he held me up although the sword dug into my throat slightly and I could feel a small trickle of warmth slowly make it's way down my throat.
"Who are you and what the hell do you want?" Methos hissed and I say Methos because this was no way the mild mannered watcher Adam Pierson, this was Methos and boy did he meant business.
"I!" I started to speak but automatically stopped as I felt the blade dig slightly deeper as I started to talk. I closed my eyes and willed him to just kill me if that was his intension, but it never happened. He let go of me and I fell to the floor in a heap at his feet. I couldn't help the tears that came; I'll let you know you never want to have Methos' sword at your throat when he has that look in his eyes. Scary doesn't begin to describe it.
I don't know how long I was sat there but when I finally pulled myself together I found Adam's arms rapped around me as he rocked me back and forth. A sat there stunned for a few seconds not one hundred percent sure what was going on. One minute Adam had a sword to my throat and the next I was in his arms. Ok did I miss the in between there?
I pulled back and he released his hold on me and I looked at him not sure what I was seeing. "What is your fucking problem?" I snapped getting to my feet and turning to the door trying to open it all the time mumbling to myself. "Damn Darius, what the hell did he think sending me to fucking to a immortal and not just any fucking immortal at that but fucking Methos himself. All I want to do is go home, is that too much to ask for? Hell I guess it must be, if I ever get my hands on the thing that sent me to this fucked up universe I swear I'm going to borrow a sword and show it how grateful I really am." I never realised that it would be so hard to open a door, but trust me this one had that many deadbolts I'm surprised he managed to open it in the first place let alone with the speed that he did.
"What did you say?" Adam asked and now that I look back I noticed shock in his voice but then when I was standing there panicking and concentrating on the door I didn't take much note.
I continued to try and open the door but I wasn't having any luck at all. It was almost like the door didn't want me to leave.
"I said what did you say?" Adam's voice was raised again as he twisted me again so that I was facing him once again.
"What about?" I asked not sure what he was talking about a I felt the fear starting to creep in again.
"About the whole 'this universe thing'."
"Oh, that." Ok how do I get myself out of this one? "Well, you see I'm not from around here."
"Your from a place where all this." He motioned to himself. "Immortals, the game its all a story a fairy tale?"
I really look at him now and I don't know what to think. Could this be my way home? "TV program actually!" What else could I say?
He suddenly burst out laughing and I just stood there giving a funny look as well as checking him out. What can I say? He's cute once I get over the fact that he's really, really scary at times.
"So who were your chooses?" He asked when he finally managed calmed himself down.
He knows! Was the only thought running through my mind. I stood staring in shock at him and he smiled reassuringly at me then asked again. "Who were your chooses?"
"Err. They were Tessa, Darius, Fitzcairn and Richie. How? How do you know?"
"They made one of your chooses mortal?" Adam looked puzzled for a moment then continued. "I know because I was where you are now. I'm not originally from here. I grew up listening to stories been told about legendary immortals who lived forever unless they had there heads cut off. I had to choose and I made the wrong chose."
"You? But?" Ok at this point I was wordless, what would you have said at this point?
"Who did you choose?" He asked.
"Richie."
"Why did you choose him?" Curiosity was coating his voice as he spoke.
"Because it almost destroys MacLeod."
"More then when his woman he loved dies?"
"Yes because MacLeod killed Richie. A few years from now MacLeod gets named as the champion to fight Ahriman. Ahriman manipulates MacLeod, makes him see illusions. Richie walks up on MacLeod when he's fighting, Horton, Kronos and a make believe Richie. When they all disappear and he still sees Richie he kills him." I explain in the simplest way I know.
"Come on lets go sit down." He invites me further into his house and I hesitated for a moment before I followed him. We sat in the sitting area, which also seems to be the sleeping area in silence for a few moments trying to grasp what was actually happening.
"How do I get home?" The question I've wanted to ask for a while now.
"You don't. I've met over ten others in my time and not one of them has ever made it back to where they came from. I believe that it's really a test, a test that no one yet has ever managed pass."
A test that no one has ever passed? If that's the case then, what's the point in trying? "In that case then I think I'll just say fuck it and save them all. Adam would I be asking for too much if I asked for you for your help?"
"What are you planning?" He asked and I was sure I was seeing hope in his eyes.
"On saving them all. Tessa, she's easy as long as we don't go back to the states, that's where she gets shop by a mugger. Darius, we just have to stop Horton and his Rogue bunch of watchers. Fitzcairn, he's going to be slightly more difficult. To save Fitz we need to kill Kalas before he can get any kind of revenge on Mac." Hey that's not a half bad plan in my opinion, well at least a start to a good plan, I've got the basics down.
"If you want to really go through with this your going to have to tell MacLeod everything and I'm going to have to get Joe over here to help me explain everything to him about the watchers because I don't think MacLeod would believe any of this coming from an immortal. Joe's not going to be best pleased either."
"Adam you do realise that you're going to have to tell Joe about you been immortal don't you?" I asked although I knew he was well aware of that fact.
"I know, but you said he finds out that I'm Methos anyway at least this way there's a chance I may be able to limit the information they need to know." I could see the doubt in his eyes even when he tried to hide it and I remembered thinking how odd it was that I was able to read what a five thousand year old man was feeling like I was just reading a book.
We drifted into silence for a few minutes again both of us thinking about the consequences of everything that was going to happen within the next few days.
"I'm going to call Joe." Adam said getting up from his seat and walking out of the room.
I sat there and listened to the muffled one-sided conversation of Adam telling to Joe. I made out bits like needed Joe to come to Paris as soon as humanly possibly. Knowing I was been more trouble then worth I got up and went to find Adam to let him know that I would be going.
I found him just as he was putting the phone down. As soon as I enter the room he knew I was there he turned to face me. "Joe arranged a flight already, turns out he was going to come to Paris anyway to keep an eye on MacLeod for a bit. He said he would be able to drop by here about midday tomorrow."
"Well how about I stop by before then and we can talk some more, but for now I'm going to head home." I said knowing we both had things to think over.
"Ok then. Come by whenever you want, although don't make it too early as I'm not much of a morning person." Adam said as I turned to leave. "Oh and I never got your name."
I turned back around so tempted to copy his words from the fake Methos episode 'no you didn't' but decided against it. "Cathleen, but you can call me Cat."
"Nice to meet you Cat." He almost purrs and I could fell the blush rising into my cheeks.