Anise woke up and stretched lazily. She could smell breakfast cooking in the other room; Methos had always been a good cook, at least since she had convinced him it was an art worthy of learning.

At least he had agreed to learn in time to have a teacher in the art of Roman cuisine.

"A teacher?!" "I'm the one who perfected Roman cuisine!" Startled, Anise sat up in bed; "Adam? I didn't think that would work after so long!"

"That just shows how close we still are" he said, "that we can still communicate in thought after so long."

"I'm glad, it has come in handy more than once over the years" she said.

"It probably won't work over long distances for awhile", Methos replied, "not until we use it some more anyway".

"Give me 15 minutes to take a shower", she said, "and then I'll come out and have some breakfast"

After breakfast, the two of them sat down with their coffee to talk over plans.

"Well, what are your plans, Sister?" Methos said, "Maybe I can help you."

"Well, I currently have a great-great- granddaughter working in Colorado who is a pre-immortal; she has a doctor friend who is immortal, but I felt that I should be there when she crosses over."

"Where does she work?" Adam asked.

"She's a Major in the U.S. Air Force; she has a PhD in theoretical astrophysics, and is currently stationed at NORAD.

I hacked what records I could find, but all they said was that she works on the Stargate project, whatever that is."

Anise stared into her coffee for a little bit, then continued;

"I want to go out there and see if there's some way for me to work on this project with her, that way if she happens to "die" while on base I could hopefully cover for her or at least get her out safely. But first I'm going to follow her for awhile and try to figure out a way in without too much trouble."

"Let me come with you" Methos said, "I don't want to lose sight of you after this long anyway, and maybe we could figure out a cover together.

Do you know anything else about this project that we could use to get in?"

Only that she works with a Colonel Jack O'Neill, who has a PhD in Astronomy, a Murray Teal'c, specialty in African cultures, and a Dr Daniel Jackson, an archeologist who specializes in ancient Egypt.

Adam sat up straight, "Daniel Jackson? I know him, we went to Oxford together, he was a brilliant scholar and I think he suspected what I was. We were roommates and he was very astute."

"Do you think he would remember you? That could help us out in meeting Samantha."

"Yes, he probably would ... I have it!" Adam said suddenly, "We will go and visit; you can be my ex-wife. We could have gotten married and then decided we worked better as just partners in archeology"

Anise laughed, "Isn't that a little farfetched?"

"Not necessarily, we could say we were too similar to stand living together, but similar enough that we work together very well."

"I guess it would work, we can pay a friendly visit and hopefully meet his friends while we are there. If I can meet my granddaughter, she will be drawn to me by the blood ties we share."

Adam looked at her curiously "Have you ever figured out why we and our progeny can have children when other Immortals can't?"

She shook her head, frowning as she considered his question. "No, as you know it's not always my children who become Immortal, you know. Sometimes it doesn't show until the grandchildren, or in this case a great-great-grandchild.

I track them as best I can, but I lose sight of some over time as they spread out, thankfully those offspring I do get to train watch their own lines, so I don't have to watch their children as well."

"Mine, I have never watched closely, but once in a great while I meet one and I know they are mine. I met one a few years ago; sadly, he was killed in an accident a few years later."

"I'm sorry, Methos, it is always hard when one dies"

"Now, let's work on your identity, we need to make airproof identities if we're going to convince any Air Force background checks that we were married once. Because you know that if Daniel and your granddaughter are on such a classified project, they will check our identities. By the way, what is your granddaughter's name?"

"Her name is Major Dr Samantha Carter."

AN: Sorry it's been so long since I updated, real life took over for a while, and then I was just procrastinating the rest of the time! Anyway, I will try to finish this, but I have another story to finish too, plus a plot bunny half written in a notebook that keeps demanding attention. I will say however, as a disclaimer, that I am a reader-- not a writer-- and it was rather cheeky of me to ever try and post more than a oneshot.