Disclaimers: they don't belong to me yet. Al other charcaters are mine.
They never knew part 2
Connor was now only ten minutes from Seacouver and the nearer he got, the more he thought about just turning his car around. He didn't have to go to Seacouver, but he wanted to check up on a few people. Decision made Connor carried on driving to Seacouver.
Methos was sat in the middle of the apartment that he used to share with Connor whenever he came to Seacouver. Which wasn't all that often. Just before Connors death he had been planning to move to Seacouver, he said he had wanted to put down some roots. Methos walked over to the bookcase by the window and picked up a picture of him and Connor that had been taken sometime ago. It was the picture of when Connor had managed to drag him to one of those fairs that come to town every year. Methos had protested, but when he got there he started to have a really good time. The photo was taken when Connor asked a passer by to take their photo. He said it be a momento of the day. Now it's one of the only photos I have of Connor and me together. Methos placed the photo on the table in front of him. He reached over and picked up the pen and paper Connor had left there only a few days before. He stared at the objects for a moment realising the finality of it all Connor was dead and him hoping otherwise, wasn't doing him any good. Methos threw the objects across the room and watched as they hit the television opposite him. Why do I miss Connor so much, In all my thousands of years there has not been another person that has affected me as much as Connor has and now he is dead.
Connor drove into Seacouver and drove towards Joe's bar. Now is the time to find out whether this will work or not. Thought Connor as he saw Joe's bar and parked his car outside, Connor got out of his, made sure it was locked up and walked into Joe's bar. Connor walked over to the bar and ordered a drink of one of the bartenders, Joe was in the corner of the bar talking to another customer. As soon as the bartender had placed the beer in front of him, Joe looked up what he was doing and looked over at connor. As soon as he saw Connor he went as white as a sheet and uttered a few curse words which surprised the customer he had been talking to a moment ago. Joe walked over to Connor and introduced himself.
"A pleasure Mr Dawson, I am Adam clay," said Connor as he took a sip of his drink Joe continued to stare at him.
"Are you all right Mr Dawson your look ill," said Connor
"No you just look exactly like a friend who died recently," answered Joe in a wavering voice.
"I am sorry to hear about the death of your friend Mr Dawson built everyone does have a double you know," replied Connor with a grin.
"How long are you in town for Mr Clay," asked Joe. Once he found that how long this man was staying he could find more information out on him.
"I have business to attend to in New York in about two weeks, so I'll be here another week Mr Dawson. I need a vacation for a while," answered Connor, knowing damn well that Joe Dawson was going to run a check on him..
"Do you have somewhere to stay while you're here," asked Joe.
"Yes I do, I booked ahead Mr Dawson," said Connor as he rose from the barstool and left some money for the drink.
"Well you be coming back to the bar," asked Joe
"Yeah, you're the only blues bar in town aren't you Mr Dawson. I'll see you around before that no doubt," said Connor as he left the bar.
Connor got into his car and drove to the nearest hotel hoping that there was still some rooms left. As soon as he left the car Joe Dawson was the phone contacting Duncan to tell him what had happened.
To be continued …………