Amanda was feeling restless as she sorted through her morning post. She had awoken from a dream with the feeling of an immortal presence, but by the time she was fully awake it had faded, leaving her unsure of what she had actually felt. It had been hard to relax again as thoughts of the Hunters intruded. She shivered again as she remembered how close it had been and the terror of an enemy she couldn't feel coming. In the mail was a handwritten envelope. The note card inside said only "Meet me at Darius' at 2." The writing looked vaguely familiar but she couldn't place it. It had to be an immortal she figured, explaining the holy ground and probably accounting for the feeling she had had last night.
Suddenly the day ahead looked more interesting than it had five minutes ago. Cheered now, she finished breakfast and planned her morning. Shopping, a nice lunch at the gorgeous little café she had discovered tucked away in Montmartre and then head to the church early. This also gave her plenty of time to ditch her watcher and check if anyone else was trying to tail her.
As she waited in the church she wondered who it could be.
She felt the buzz and brown eyes raised to meet green. Methos' quirky grin was infectious and unexpectedly welcome to Amanda. She flung herself into his arms and hugged him tight.
"Well hello 'Manda", he drawled quietly but wrapped his arms around her and patted her shoulder. Fighting a foreign urge to burst into tears, and slightly ashamed, she put on a big smile and disentangled herself.
"It's nice to see you too, Amanda." Methos said gently, and although she could see amusement in his eyes, there was also understanding. Allowing her time to recover, he took her arm in his and led her out of the church saying, "I thought it would be nice for you to take me out for a drink."
A real smile graced her face, and she slapped him lightly saying, "I'm sure you did! And in spite of that, I will take you out. I know just the place."
Chatting, they made their way to a quiet bar with secluded booths. After ordering Amanda turned to Methos seriously, "It is good to see you, but if you have come to talk about Macleod I am not ready for it."
Methos just nodded.
"We can talk about anything. What about books? I just finished an interesting biography of an actress ... her husbands description of their relationship really struck me. He said she was always reaching towards the light and he was pulled to the darkness, but their relationship held them both in the middle, between the two extremes, and so made both of them better.
"I thought we weren't talking about Macleod and I?"
"I wasn't, but now that you mention it, I can see the similarities."
"Just one thing ... is he okay?"