Disclaimers: I do not own the characters.
Notes: finally I've managed to update yet another one of my old stories. I don't really like Duncan a whole lot. Connor deserves more of a mention in the highlander fandom, after all it did begin with him.
Before he even took a good look at his surroundings to find out where he was Duncan demanded. "Where am I?"
"Duncan I know you have never been the sharpest pencil in the box, but do you really have to ask the obvious. Take a good look at your surroundings, we are in a derelict warehouse," Connor replied
"Where is this warehouse," Duncan asked as he slowly began to walk away from Connor and towards the warehouses only visible exit
"Duncan do not test what little patience I have left with you by walking to exit," Connor warned
"You can not stop me from leaving," Duncan said
"If you continue to walk away from me I will end this conversation before it can start in earnest," Connor said as blue electricity briefly filled his grey-blue eyes
"This conversation is over. So what are you going to do," Duncan challenged unaware of the blue electricity which had briefly filled Connors eyes.
Connor didn't even bother to dignify Duncan's remark with an answer. He just held out his hand, formed a ball of crackling electricity and threw it at Duncan. It missed Duncan's retreating back by just a few inches.
"What in gods name was that," Duncan demanded.
"Duncan there is no god. An immortal of your age should have realised that by now. As for what I just threw at you it was electricity. If you keep asking me more questions to which you do not deserve the answers the next ball of electricity will not miss," Connor said
"Why are you doing this to me," Duncan asked
"It is nothing more than you deserve Duncan. In the space of this warehouse we will sort out all of our problems. If we are unable to sort out our problems we will both go our own separate ways. You will never again contact me. If you get into any trouble I will not help you in any shape or form," Connor said
"We don't have problems," Duncan said
"We have far too many problems and it is high time we dealt with all of them, my "death" at your hands, it was such an unnecessary event. Killing an immortal with a gun is such a lazy thing to do. What's the matter Duncan didn't you have the balls to take my head in a fair fight," Connor asked
"You pleaded with me to kill you," Duncan said
"I expected a warrior's death by the blade of a sword. You took the lazy option and used a gun. With all of your extensive travels, knowledge and Boy Scout values you should been more honourable when you attempted to take my head," Connor said
"You're not dead. How can you be so angry with me," Duncan asked
"Its bloody obvious I'm not dead, but the fact remains that you still tried to take my head. I'm not angry with you Duncan. Disappointed, but I'm not angry," Connor said.
"Disappointed," Duncan questioned
"When you still believed me to be dead how did you treat methos," Connor asked
"Does it even matter? I didn't even know you were alive until Adam demanded to know if I had your quickening," Duncan said
"You really are on the slow side. An immortal of your years should be able to detect another immortals essence mere seconds after they take the immortals head. Now are you going to tell me how you treated Methos," Connor calmly asked
"I used to listen to him talk about his dead lover. After he had a few hours he would talk for hours about his dead lover. The things he said it was so loving and filled with warmth. It was so damn sickening to hear such a murderous wanker tell me how he had so much love for his dead lover," Duncan sneered.
"Methos is one of your closest friends how can you say such things about him," Connor demanded fighting the urge to kill Duncan where he stood.
"He is one of the four horsemen. Methos was death for over a thousand year. How can be friends with death," Duncan asked.
"He hasn't been Death for thousands of years. He is also the man I love," Connor said
"How can you love someone like him," Duncan asked
"He is a part of me. He completes me. Why did you kill Richard," Connor asked
"Richie was leaving me again. Richie had all of the plans to travel the world for a few years. I asked him to stay, but he was so set on the whole travelling thing. After Tessa I couldn't face losing another person, so I took his head. By taking Riches head I will always have him with me," Duncan said
"You selfish prick," Connor said
"I had no choice," Duncan said
"You always have a choice Duncan. Richie was so young. Like all young people he wanted to see more of the world. I wasn't your right to take that from him. I really should not be giving you this choice, after all you never gave Richie the right to choose," Connor said
"What chance are you giving me," Duncan asked
"To save your immortal life," Connor replied
"You wouldn't kill me," Duncan said shocked that Connor would even consider killing him.
"Did I actually say I would kill you," Connor asked
"N-no," Duncan hesitantly replied
"What I would do is let the immortal world know that you took your own students need in cold blood and you are now on a headhunting spree," Connor said
"No one would believe you," Duncan said. He was after all universally known as the worlds only immortal boy scout.
"All it takes is for one person to believe. There are some things you should know," Connor said
"What do you have to tell me," Duncan asked
"The whole idea of the game is a lie. The game is just a tragic mistake, a joke that got out of hand. There is no great prize. You are fighting for something that doesn't and never will exist," Connor said
"The prize does exist, we gain so much knowledge from each quickening we take. Is that all the lies you have to tell me or is there something else," Duncan asked
"Immortality is a curse," Connor said
"How can it be a curse? As immortals we witness history as it is made," Duncan said
"Thousands of years ago a man prayed to his gods for eternal life. This mortal wanted to live long enough to witness his enemies die in battle. His pray of course went unanswered. In an act of revenge this mortal destroyed all of the gods temples and refused to acknowledge there existence. This slowly turned the rest of the world against the gods. The gods then punished this man with eternal life. The gods made sure that once he was cursed with eternal life nothing would be able to change it. Not eve the gods themselves would be able to take away his eternal life. As one final part of his curse this man would be able to have children. Children which he would witness grow old and die. However some of his descendents are immortal," Connor said
"You're not this immortal are you," Duncan asked
"I'm old Duncan, but even I am not that old," Connor said
"Who is this immortal," Duncan asked
"The one immortal that has connections to all of us," Connor replied
"Is it Methos," Duncan asked almost fearful that the answer would be yes.
"No," Connor said with a barely suppressed laugh
"Why have you told me about this immortal," Duncan asked
"If I gave you the answer, then a lesson would not have been learned. Duncan I don't expect your mind to be able to grasp what I have told you. I would be surprised if you would be able to understand any of it. I want you to accept that everyone is different. Most of all I don't want you to hurt my family or friends. I know what you're like Duncan, you dislike seeing others having a happy life. You hate to be the one left out on the side." Connor said as he stood next to the man he had once considered a friend, but he now viewed as someone to be treated with extreme caution.
"I wouldn't hurt my friends or family," Duncan replied
"Yeah, you would. You strike out at others who are happy. You need to learn that life is never going to be what you want," Connor said
"What if I can't," Duncan asked
"Then your damn to a lonely life," Connor replied as he took hold of his cousin and together they transported back to Joes blues bar.