I arrived back at Adam's flat at exactly eleven in the morning the next day and didn't have to knock as the door was open and I could hear voices coming from within. One was definitely Adams and the other I had a feeling was Joe's.
"Are you going to tell me what this is all about Adam or am I going to just have to start guessing?" The voice I thought to be Joe's drifted through the open door.
I push the door open slightly more and walked quietly in to the flat. Adam had noticed me coming in as he was facing the door but Joe had his back towards me so when I spoke I started him.
"Are we going to get started then?" I asked.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked an annoyed tint to his voice as he turned to face me and I noticed a smirk on Adam's face for the briefest of moments.
"Well now I'm just hurt," I fake. "After all the time you've watched MacLeod and from the time at your book shop, where I could have sworn you was going to have a heart attack, may I add." I smile my purist innocent smile and watch as Adam's eyes dance with amusement.
Joe stared slack jaw at me for a moment and I could have sworn I heard his mind going over all possible ways out of this situation in which he now found himself.
Adam seemed to sense this too and finally spoke up. "Why don't we take this into the sitting room?"
I nodded and lead the way into the sitting room. Joe followed me then Adam after him after having closed and locking the door. A few moments later we were all sat around the sitting room.
"Does someone want to tell me what's going on here?" Joe asked obviously still slightly confused.
"Joe, I'd like you to meet Cathleen." Adam said and Joe gave him a blank look. "Aren't you at least going to say hello?"
"Adam don't you think he's going to be pissed off enough when we've finished telling him, without you annoying him in the process?" I asked just as Joe was about to reply with what I'm guessing was going to be a rather rude comment.
"Fine!" Adam slumped in his seat and looked back to Joe. "What were about to tell you is going to sound strange, but unfortunately it's true, all of it."
"I'm listening." Joe curtly said gripping his walking stick so tight that he turned he hands white from the pressure.
I once again explained my life experience starting from when I left home at seventeen to having to move to Washington when my mother's sister had died leaving everything to me on the condition that I come live there to look after her beloved dog Rover. Adam took over the rest of the conversation, telling him about how I was taken from home and forced to make a chose.
"So what does this have to do with me or the Watchers?" Joe asked shooting daggers at Adam.
"Not the Watchers Joe, you and you alone. We need your help to inform MacLeod about the watchers. With you there's a chance he'll believe us." Adam got up from his chair and started pacing and I could tell he was worried about his up coming admission of immortality.
"And what makes you think he wouldn't believe you?" Joe sent a questioning look in Adam direction.
"Because there's no way he'll believe an immortal he's just met." Adam admitted standing still, his back towards Joe and me.
"Immortal? What are you talking about…" realisation hit Joe mid sentence and he sat mouth opened in shock. "How long?" He finally managed to whisper.
"Since before you were born." Adam turned back around waiting for Joe's response.
"What's your deal then? Are you hunting Methos or you in fact Methos trying to hide the fact that you ever existed?" Anger started to enter Joe's voice at the thought of the Watchers been used.
"I have never done anything to endanger the Methos chronicles." I, at this point was finding it incredibly hard to not laugh at the fact that Adam was continuously avoiding answering the question.
"That's not what I asked and you know it. ARE YOU METHOS?" Joe got up from his seat and stood in front of Adam demanding an answer.
Adam looked around Joe to me and all I could do was shrug, it was his decision to make.
"Yes Joe." Adam sighed in defeat. "I'm Methos!"