Adam and Saxton were sat cuddled together on the sofa watching a film that Adam had put on once they had finished having there discussion when he suddenly felt the presence of another of there kind. Moments later it was followed by a knock on the door.
Saxton knew what is was when she felt Adam tense against her with the knock on the door she looked up at him and the look on his face confirmed that there was an immortal at the door. Thinking it was MacLeod she quickly pulled away from Adam and stood up. "If it's MacLeod I don't want to talk to him."
"Ok." Adam quietly replied and gave her a quick kiss on the lips when he had got up himself. Noticing that the sadness had returned to Saxton's eyes he turned and headed for the door. When he opened the door he was surprised to see that is was not MacLeod standing there but instead Samantha.
"Where's Saxton?" Samantha curtly asked her face showing her annoyance with Saxton's attitude earlier on.
"I don't know if I should let you in. You look like you'd kill her the mood your in at the moment."
"Cut the crap Adam. Where is she?"
"Come on in." Adam moved out of the way and let Samantha enter then just as she was crossing the threshold took hold of her upper arm. "I'm warning you, you say anything to upset her and I'll through you out of here before you can count to one."
The look that death once wore stopped any sarcastic reply that was on the tip of her tongue and she nodded in agreement although every instinct in her body was telling her to run. Adam let go of her arm and closed the door and led her into the living room where Saxton had retaken her seat on the sofa.
"Sam? What are you doing here?" Saxton asked puzzled at her friend's sudden appearance.
"I think we need to talk."
"If you've come to tell me I've to go apologise to MacLeod, don't' waist your breath. I've already decided I've got to apologise I just need some time to think."
"Thank you."
"There's nothing to thank me for. I knew all along that Mac wasn't responsible for taking Richie's head. Yeah he may have been the one who swung the sword, but there were other parts been played. I'm going to go to the barge tomorrow to apologise for everything. For my attitude this morning and for not forgiving him in the beginning about Richie."
"What really happened with Richie then if Mac wasn't to blame for his death?" Samantha could not help the question that leaped form her mouth even as the look of sadness crossed Saxton's face.
"Someone stopped Richie from defending himself. He saw the sword coming at him and tried to raise his own in an attempt to try and defend himself but couldn't. There was something stopping him. At first I just assumed the reason I couldn't raise the sword in the dream was because that's the way it played out in real life, which it was but it wasn't the reason why I couldn't raise the sword. I felt like someone was holding my arms by my side. I remember the feeling of complete and utter terror, knowing that I was going to die and there was nothing I could do about it. I remember praying that Joe would turn up and shot Mac like he did when Mac received the dark quickerning. But he didn't. I prayed for anything and nothing happened." Tears were pooling from Saxton's eyes as she remembered that night at the racetrack and the moments before MacLeod had killed Richie.
"I'm sorry" were the only words that Samantha could find and she knew that they were never going to be enough to elevate the immense about of pain that was clear to see if you looked into Saxton's eyes. She moved closer to her and took her in her arms repeating time and time again how sorry she was.
It was some time later that they finally managed to pull themselves together and sit down for a conversation that didn't involve one of them ending in tears and another length of time as they continued to sit in silence before there was another knock on the door.
Adam rose from his seat without word and walked towards the front door and quickly pulled it open.
"Joe? What's wrong?" Adam asked the moment he caught the look on Joe's face, the look of complete sorrow.
"It's Mac." Were the only word that Joe managed to get out before Adam pulled him into the apartment and into the living room.
Saxton and Samantha looked up as the saw Joe and Adam enter and there face took on the look of concern at how Joe looked.
"Joe, what's wrong?" Saxton asked as she jumped up from the sofa and raced over to where he was.
Joe not knowing that Saxton had Richie's memories, and with them felt like Joe was one of her closest friends looked concerned up at Adam.
"It's ok Joe, I'll explain later." Adam smiled reassuringly at his friend and led him towards the sofa.
"Ok. Well I was on my way to go visit Mac. I was just heading down to the barge when I saw it happen, god I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He didn't have his sword, why the fuck didn't he have his sword? He tried his best to defend himself but it was no good. I can't believe it but. God I can't believe Mac's dead. The bastard took his head without a thought in the world."
Three sets of stunned eyes looked at Joe not fully believing what they had heard. Mac dead? That wasn't possible. MacLeod was one of the hopes for been the last one and some son of a bitch killed him while he was defenceless.
"Who was it, Joe?" Adam asked trying his best to keep his voice steady.
"It was. God it was Conner, Conner MacLeod. His own teacher killed him. What the hell is going on here Adam? First Mac kills Richie and now Conner's just killed Mac. How is that possible? Conner loved Mac like a brother, I can't believe he would ever do anything to harm him let alone take his head."
"Conner? No way, Conner would never do that." A shocked Samantha sat staring at Joe searching for anything that would tell her he was lying as she pushed herself up off the sofa and started to pace the length of the room.
"Yeah, that's exactly like what I thought." Joe virtually defeated slouched in the sofa and looked at the faces of the people there. Adam looked pissed as hell. Samantha look disbelieving of the whole situation but it was the look on Saxton's face that almost ripped his heart out. Saxton looked like she had seen a ghost, the look of pure and unadulterated pain was shining in her eyes and a look of fear was present too.
"No!" Saxton all but whispered as she quickly got up from the sofa, turned and all but ran towards Adam's bedroom.
"Shit!" Adam cursed himself for not thinking about Saxton before then heading to where Saxton had just gone but was stopped by Joe's puzzled voice.
"Adam? What's going on? Who was she to MacLeod?" Joe realised he had used the pasted tense and his heart almost broke once again.
"She's the one person that may have cared more about him then you. She is Richie, well Richie reincarnated with all memories included."
"What? Your kidding right?" Joe asked shocked.
"No. What makes it worse is she never got the chance to tell Mac that she, well Richie forgave him for what he did."
"Shit!"
"Yeah, my thoughts exactly." Adam said as he turned and headed towards the bedroom and what he knew was going to be an very upset Saxton.
Saxton sat on the king sized bed knees pulled up to her chest rocking back and forth. Her eyes were red and puffy from the crying that she knew had only just started and was going to last for a long time.
Her heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest and handed to her on a plate, but in a thousand peaces.
Conner MacLeod the one immortal she would never had thought about possibly killing MacLeod was the one responsible for his demise.
Conner MacLeod, the one that had tried to take Mac's place in fighting Slain when Richie had first met the two, was the one to finally end it himself.
She knew that she had to get Mac back; it was the only way she would be able to let him know that she and Richie forgave him for what he did. She had to take Conner's quickerning to get Mac, but first there was something she had to do. She had to end her mortal life.
Pulling herself together for what she knew she had to do she reached over and pulled open Adam's bedside draw. Like she had hoped she found a gold handled dagger. Adam was so predictable it was almost unbelievable.
She lifted the dagger out of the draw and was surprised at the weight of it in her hand. Heaver then she would have expected but it felt right I her hand. Knowing what she had to do she thought for a few second, trying to think of the quickest way to do the task at hand.
Wiping away a few more tears that had fallen from her eyes she rested the blade over where her heart was hoping she would have enough strength to push the dagger far enough in to pierce her heart. Hopefully it would be a quick way to end her mortal life, she was ready for the pain but she did not want to suffer beyond what she had too.
Breathing out and closing her eyes she steadied her breathing hoping she did not scream with the pain she knew was to come. One last tear leaked from her closed eyes and she used all straight possible and plunged the dagger into her chest.